My wife is a Jungle
Udin Galau's
After an hour down the Bukit Barisan mountain range, Zul suddenly remembered Beleza. His bright smile, his silly manner made Zul smile to himself and stop stepping.
Zul turned his head back and looked at the top of the hill, then he let out a long sigh and thought whether the decision he had taken was right.
...***...
Sleeping on the branches of the Tree, waiting for the evening come—barulah they will go home and daydream about the reaction of Beleza later when he found out that the gaping look had run away from him.
Sampuraga was engrossed in eating the roasted Pig, he did not think much about what Beleza would react to, he said, because he believes Udin will replace Zul well and he will marry Nerida and imagine that the girl of his heart will be spoiled to him— as Beleza did to Zul.
“Sampuraga... will Eza later hate us for letting Zul escape?” tanya Udin was still hesitant with the decision they made.
Sampuraga stopped chewing his grilled pork and threw the pig's thigh into the branch of the tree—so Udin fell to the ground.
“Hey, shucks! What the fuck are you!” gerutu Udin was upset with Sampuraga.
“Kan, we agreed that he disappeared after we were ambushed by a herd of Sumatran tigers. So, don't be upset with you again, Din. My head turned to look at your behavior, meningan help me finish this roasted pig!” sahut Sampuraga was indifferent, then Udin slashed the head of the Roasted Pig and took out the contents of his brain, eating it voraciously. “Alamak, like not eating a year aja you ha-ha-ha ..”
Udin did not remove Sampuraga and filled his stomach, then climbed the tree again. Sleep on his branches until the end of the night.
...***...
Sampuraga winked at Udin to begin their acting. He rolled on the ground, roaring his tears as he lost his precious things.
Frowning Udin looked at his friend's acting, like a Bollywood drama. The Korean oppa-oppa just doesn't cry like that, so Udin thinks he should also imitate Sampuraga's acting.
“Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!” shouted Udin so that the owl that perched on the Banyan Tree next to the Cottage Stopover immediately flew in droves.
Shredded it was a dress made from the skin of the Sumatran Tiger that he wore, he said, though the shirt is ration this year—because every member of the Jungle Tribe only gets one suit of clothing every year—akibut reduced population of Sumatran Tigers and Bears due to the increasing massif illegal logging by the person who if counted the only one, tired is the snumpulinnya.
Inwardly, Udin said he was willing to destroy the new clothes to save his best friend Beleza from hanging out with the damned people of the valley, and showed the implied message; look at Eza we're willing to do anything to make you happy.
“Zul... poor luck, I don't know where you are now—with whom and do what?” Udin said as he sobbed. “Hu-hu... We, ambushed by the Tiger and ran away, then when Sampuraga and I met again—we did not find Zul again, Oh, Zul forgive me this weak.”
“Alamak, patent times bah acting this Udin. No need for me to add a little melancholy spice to make it look dramatic!” Sampuraga silently gave a thumbs up and winked at Udin.
“He-he-he... You think I've always been innocent like a cool and handsome CEO, sometimes be dashing and handsome like Bang Regar,” muttered Zul laughed in his heart like a flying fish soap antagonist.
