NADIRS
Nadir ~ Run
Not playing my nerves tonight. Regretting also I forced Ama down the mountain and stayed at the house of Wira, only for the sake of the task of the group in the aftermath I also had to do it myself. Why don't I just obey his will to do the task himself in my house, in the middle of the fields that promise peace. Not the same as it is now.
Our breath hunts, our chest deflates, like a frightened man facing the angel of death. I looked at the forehead of the Wira who glittered in the moonlight. I had a sweat on my face that might have gone pale without blood. Behind us even more unfortunate. The sullen-eyed girl continued to hiss, glancing at him, biting at his lips, her right hand shaking coldly against my shoulder. He's melody. Beautifully named. But unfortunately his body shape is not much better than the sack of the shell that is buried under the under the house of Mr. Kades.
Up ahead, Mr. Kades' men, who were standing barefoot not far from where we were hiding, were cursing. Their eyes lit up, ready to pounce, just slashing the neck of the mango thief that made his master scream hysterically from inside the house. And that mango nut, this poor one of us. All because of Wira.
The fur of my skin is bristling, considering the track record of Mr. Kades' men. They are cruel, they are village champions. He spent years in prison for killing people. When connoted with the swordsman in the comic Wiro Sableng, they are a thick-moustached antagonist, with a puffed-up chest that is due to his habit of being a hitman. The red-haired warrior who cut off the hand of a boy named Jaya Prana. Oh, forgive us.
“Ba... how is our fate?” melody sounds vibrate.
“Quiet, Friend. I have a plan!” heroes eyes glittering, cunning he flicked his fingers. If only I had not been disinclined by his posture that was as short as higher than mine, I would have stuck my fist in his curved smile without that little bit of guilt.
“Plan, what are you? Die us tonight,” I'm upset, “All because of you!” we were whispering, Melody hissing.
“We just need improvisation.” Said Wira. I would like to be amazed at his words. Improvise? Oh, how great I heard that word. But I don't understand what it means, it's impossible at a time like this that he mentioned the name of a rare animal that lived in antiquity. Cannot be.
“I don't want to die yet, Uti.” whispered Melodi who might have been pissed in fear. Well, Melodi first understood the meaning of the word improvisation, earlier.
“You follow me from behind.” Wira's orders. I wanted to refute, but it was in vain, the mad creature had already moved first. He moved from the mango tree to the rambutan tree. We followed him from behind.
Want to explode my chest taste, when the flashlight of Mr. Kades's men had swept next to my face. Fortunately, Wira quickly pulled me towards the much darker side of the tree. While Melodi, in a hurry she followed us. His steps were heavy, his movements slow, panting he was carrying a cloth holster filled with mango. His feet tripped over the roots of the rambutan tree that was sticking out of the ground. It felt slow as time passed when I saw the silhouette of Melody's body tilted forward. Forming a sharp corner that soon collapsed on the ground. And, BUG! Not enough misfortune, Melodi fell sprawled, screeching. Me and the hero looked at each other. Look at our cruelty, for the sake of saving ourselves, we pulled the body of Melodi who was still squealing in pain by force.
Hearing the sound of Melody's body colliding and the back of the ground that resembled the drum of a mosque, Pak Kades' men, walked quickly towards where we were hiding, with the flashlight drawn sharply to the side of the rambutan tree. Right next to me, I think the light is a long machete ready to hit the heart of a poor thief like us. I was nervous imagining. My chest is getting crowded.
“You carry him, Uti!” whispered Wira, pointing towards Melodi who was sitting in front of me while holding her knee. I could guess that the girl was crying, many times she wiped her face.
“Why should I? You don't see my body?” Sorry, if I had to offend Melody. “I can't, man. Could have broken my bones it made.” I-i refused.
“Not to worry about you, just follow my orders!”
“Why don't you just carry it?”
“I can't.. I must concentrate, in my head this is our salvation. If you don't want your head to come off your dry neck, you'd better follow it!”
“Halah...what!” I had to obey. Horrified to imagine his words as well.
The sound of broken wooden branches being trampled closer I heard. The hero had already jumped onto the sour wood tree next to us. I stumble around holding Melodi.
“Quick, Friend!” whisky Wira. I want to punch his mouth that just talks about it. Don't you think he saw my nutritional body have to bear the weight of a sack of coconut shells?
Only then did I reach the sour tree with a broken feeling. The hero had already jumped, sneaking across the ceiling of the fence towards a wooden building similar to a gasoline stall measuring 2 by 3 meters. Not my pain when I have to bend, tucking myself in the gap of the broken fence while carrying a load of Melodi, here are dozens of mangoes kweni in the holster. Oh, what a mistake I am God, so you're putting this burden on me.
I dropped the melody when we reached the wooden building that was piling up the scrap iron. I gasped, like a fish asphyxiated. Melody kept her knees. Hero, peeking out from the wall gap.
“You wait here, later if you have the chance, you carry Melodi to her house. We'll meet you there!” Said the hero, seriously.
“Where are you going?” I'm just, starting to get nervous. What other wonders will this curly-haired man confuse.
He smiled, “At the moment, improvise.” raised it next to his eyebrows. I want to vomit, “Don't forget, mango!” he said, before finally disappearing into the night.
I'm gamang. I peeked at two of Mr. Kades' men who were sitting in a wooden basement under the house. His flashlight continued to comb around the house, his naked machete glistening with a sweep of flashlight light. I'm horrified.
I was looking for the silhouette of the Vira's body, I didn't find the boy there. I wanted to take my own initiative, walk around from here, to the dark side of Mr. Kades' house in the corner, then it rattled in between the bamboo groves through the rice fields, circling the rover of the Mangge Rainu fish pond, then passed through the chicken coop, from there swerved to the left, and until. Oh, how wonderful I imagined my great escape route. Immediately I pulled up next to Melodi's arm, the boy was shocked, looking at me full of question marks.
“What do you want?” tanyanya, polo.
“We're going from here!” I said, excited.
“How to? We don't have a flashlight.”
Oh, I'm limp. I took off the melodic hand, desperate. He was right, no light could help us escape. Depending on the moon up there, it is a fatal mistake to have to take the rice field route. We could have fallen, been caught when we screamed at a nail, or met a rice snake. Oh, unfortunately, the amazing red streaks on the escape map were erased instantly. I sat next to Melody. The girl with narrow eyes looked at me pity.
“Quiet, Friend, we leave everything to God.” Said. He's right, there's nothing we can do but do’a. Approach to the Creator before death comes. Let's go to heaven, if we have to die, then.
“Please... please!”
I heard those screams. I stood up, peeking out from the slit of the board wall. I saw a light from the west end of the village.
“Please... please!”
Two of Mr. Kades' men ran out from under the house to the source of the sound. My chest is kempis. Nervous, wondering what happened to the person who was screaming for help.
“What's up?” ask Melody, don't stand up.
“I don't know.” I said, keep an eye on the outside.
I could see a glove-hooded man with a big flashlight in his hand running towards two of Mr. Kades' men. I wonder who that gloved guy is. I saw them talking to the west side of the village. Two of Mr. Kades' men immediately stepped quickly towards the end of the village, while the man in the sarong was silent for a while, directing the flashlight right at me. As the flashlight moved quickly, I became more nervous. When the man pointed the flashlight at his face, I realized.
“Wira?” my peek. “I understand now!”
The hero immediately ran after the two men Pak Kades. Not wanting to waste a golden opportunity, I immediately pulled Melodi's arm. But the girl won't stand up.
“I can't walk anymore.” Whisper, weak.
I sighed, riled, I had to carry the girl of ‘masya Allah’ once again. I stood up with a burden as great as Melody's body. I brought him running. Run as fast as I can to the east. I don't care anymore about my bare feet treading cruelly on the stones of the road. What's in my memory, we have to survive.
It felt good when we got to the ceramic floor of the Melodi house. I immediately lay down panting. My heart feels like it's going to escape.
“Air... water!” my sigh.
Melody immediately went into his house, carrying a bundle of sarongs containing mango kweninya. I was stunned to see the boy walking, relaxing. I don't see him hobbling. Oi, where did the sentence go; ‘I can't walk that’ anymore? In my heart I cursed. Girl bodied “not main” it pranking me.
“This, you drink first.. You must be tired of carrying me.” Melody smiled, with a glittering look. It hints at victory; I have pranked you raw. I really want to take out those pair of eyes. Let him know the taste.
“Where did you get this kweni, Mel?” Ina-nya Melodi out carrying a plate of mango that has been cut into pieces.
“From his home, Wira, Ina.” Melody looks. As if to tell; don't divulge this lie.
“Sweetest right kweni this.” Said Ina Melodi who has been smacking kweni seeds since. My liurku wants to spill the taste.
“We wait for the Virus inside only.. I will make you drink.” suggested Melodi.
I am also worried about my friend. How fate is now. Lest he be found out. Don't-don't be dead now. His body was dismembered by two of Mr. Kades's inhumane men. Then put in the sacks. Bound a large stone. Then he drowned his body in the koili river. Will not be caught killing this mutilation, because the pieces of the body of the Hero will be eaten by river fish. Oh, my heart aches to imagine.
But no, it's not the hero's name if he dies too soon. As if she had not experienced something terrible, she was smiling at the door of Melodi's house. It is true that my friend, after soaring his life, he can still smile broadly like that.
“Great isn't it, our adventure tonight?!” he said with a glittering face.
“Great? Greatdidyou say? You're crazy, man! we almost died young because of your cunning!” I clucked, pissed. Really, I want to put my fist in his face.
“Oi, do not be angry, friend... pity you see the Melody that you are willing to carry these nights?” god, while embracing me.
I'm silent. Sulks. Don't want to talk to him for a long time.
“Oi, oi... sweetness of this friend of mine when sulking,” Wira menowel my cheek. I'm getting pissed. Melody frowned, amused.
“You remember, friends.. These times will be a time that we miss so much in other days, later.” That's a great sentence I heard. Miraculous. He immediately amazed me again. Oh, it turns out I can't really hate the rare kind of homo sapiens like this friend of mine.
Actually the incident tonight is not the fault of the Hero completely, even though this whole set of crazy plans was born from his head. I know Wira did this because earlier Inanya Melodi offended wanting to eat mango kweni. The hero who did not hear the complaints of Inanya Melodi who was cravings, immediately invited us to the nearest kweni tree in this village, next to the house of Mr. Kades.
His intention Wira wanted to ask directly to the owner of the mango, but we had not had time to meet Mr. Kades, two of his men, who were none other than, Santo and Akiat, but had not yet met him, the village thug who respected his cruelty, immediately forbade us to meet Mr. Kades. All kinds of reasons have been conveyed Wira, even said kweni it for Inanya Melodi who is craving. But the two stone-hearted people still did not allow. Embrace the intelligence of the Hero, until we must be tempted by fear. And I stumbled around holding Melodi who was pretending to be unable to stand.
Footnote :
¹. Storytelling
². Bamboo Webbing
³. Father; Father
⁴. Bamboo; Bamboo iron
⁵. Om; Uncle; a term for people who are the same age as parents.
⁶. Call for boys.
⁷. Coconut
⁸. 9-string stringed stringed stringed instrument shaped like a pda rowboat generally. (This musical instrument is simply the result of the author's imagination).
⁹. Fairytales
¹o. Fairytale creatures that are said to come from heaven.
¹¹. Mother; Mama; can also be used to greet women who are the same age as our parents.
¹². Shamans
¹³. Grannies
¹⁴. Freshwater fish; similar to mojair
¹⁵. Mother; Mother
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