Nusakambangan, We're Coming!
Guests Not Invited
The tent of the three coats that make up the triangle has stood. One coat for one person, one end of which faces the other tent, forms a triangular plane. While the other end is gaped outwards. In order to cover the open side, Bima voluntarily slashed some leafy twigs and planted them as a guardrail or cover.
Ilana was astonished by the contents of Bima's densely packed rangsel bag. In addition to one dressing stel, cookware, cutlery, webbing, folding rugs and of course instant noodles, she also brought items that were not on the note list. Like a small machete, candle, and lantern. For the stove, it was Falah who brought it.
“You are really ready raga soul apparently,” said Ilana while peeking at the contents of Bima's bag. “Your supply is not responsible.”
“Obviously, I don't want to die silly.” said Bima. “You alone?”
“Complete. According to the record you gave to Falah. Except cooking utensils and stoves.” Ilana reports. “Even I added rations. Let us not get drunk eating instant noodles.”
“Aaan, Na?”
“Hovermut,” said Ilana while showing one bag of instant oats like an advertising model.
“Baby kayak,” comments Bima.
“Compared to instant noodles, high calorie oatmeal. Nutritious anyway.”
“Iya knows,”
“Eat him don't komplen.”
“Who is compliant?” sergeant Bima.
“Tadi says baby kayak,”
“Just by the way, no intention of refusing.” Bima still does not want to lose.
“If not doyan, do not need to eat.”
“Gaes, aren't you guys hungry?” Falah broke the debate that would last three days and three nights.
“I also bring pasta, macaroni and gelatin.” Ilana added information. Not ignoring Falah.
“Assyik,” responded Falah whose hand began to open the rice package from inside the rangsel.
Ilana took her food package. Bima does not want to miss. The three then sat at the door of each tent. Their hands held a package containing rice that was deliberately purchased at noon while in Turtle Bay. The solar lantern that was in the middle illuminated the darkness. After reciting a prayer together, the three runaway children enjoy a dinner befriending the dark shadows.
Just now they got three mouthfuls, a single point of light illuminated them from the direction between the tent of Ilana and Bima. Falah facing directly at the light squinted the eyes.
“Thank God, meet.” the delicate voice of a girl makes Bima choked.
Ilana was no less surprised. While Falah saw two figures poking out from between the tent like seeing a ghost.
“What are you doing?” ask Bima after successfully mastering the situation.
In his mind was it possible for these two people to conduct a search against them. Although impressed odd, it is impossible for the companion teacher to let his students participate in the search. It's already night after all.
“We also want to ask you the same thing.” Reply to the second voice. “Can we join?” her door.
“Oh, please.” Falah responded quickly.
A pair of guys who were detected by Bima as one of her High School students stepped into the not-so-extensive triangular space. Falah shifted her sitting position so that the sitting man joined her. Likewise Ilana offered the girl sitting by her side.
“You've eaten?” asked Ilana when she saw the long-haired girl glancing at the package in her hand.
The high-nosed girl, with those blushing lips shook her head slowly. Bias shame emanated from his eyes decorated with pliable hair.
Ilana smiles, “Mau?”
Without a doubt the girl Ilana knew named Jesi received a rice wrap that stayed half. He did the same thing to Martin. That guy also directly Ilana knows his name.
Martin, who the hell doesn't know that guy? Most popular guy at school. Although it was still first grade but the looks of his face had penetrated all the way to the third level, the twelfth grade elder brothers. His skin is clean white, high posture, Bima until losing height. The shape of a perfectly towering nose coupled sweet with a smile like a whipping moon. Smooth facial lines and jaws contrast with Bima which has a firm face shape. Perhaps, drakor fans call it a beautiful man.
“So, why are you two here?” ask Bima again after the rice packaging ran aground. “If we, frankly want to find another white beach on this island.”
“We missed the boat.” Martin replied with a mouth full of food. The way the guy ate was still exuding charm in Ilana's eyes.
“Kok can?” search Ilana. Instantly there was a suspicious look emanating from his eyes. Enchantment disappears. “Means if dating don't mojok alone.”
“What do you say, Na?” tegur Bima's.
“Yeah, like that. Feel the world belongs to both.”
Martin and Jesi looked at each other, then peeked back the rice that was still there. While Bima and Ilana have attacked each other's words.
“Our HP battery lobet.” Martin says.
“Or we can borrow your HP?” jesi said expectantly.
“Keep my light is also out. Maybe I have Ilana or Bima?” point Falah at his two friends who are still arguing. “Halu, Bima? Ilana?”
“Limit.” Ilana said without further ado after the coachman's debate with Bima no one won.
“After all there is no signal here. Free aja.” says Bima.
“Well,” Falah breaks awkwardness. “What if we go to sleep.”
All eyes looked at Falah. Threatening gaze. Eating is not finished. Sleepless.
“Yes, considering tomorrow, we have to travel long.” said Falah misbehaved.
“So what are your plans tomorrow, mm, what is your name?” ask Bima to the newcomer guy.
“Martin,” says Ilana and Martin together.
Spontaneous head of Bima and Martin turned on Ilana.
“And he's Jesi,” appoint Ilana to remove any suspicious traces. “You both definitely don't know.”
“I know.” cetus Falah. “Alright, let's record the guests who came tonight.” Falah set up the camera. Then he shines a spotlight on Jesi, while coding for Jesi to introduce herself. The camera turns to Martin, a wave of his hand and a word of the name is thrown.
Falah also asked why they had left the boat. Martin replied, if they were busy combing the beach until they forgot the time. It was all because of the stunning beach view.
Ilana's refutation of why she and her friend did not see the two of them, answered sweetly by Jesi.
“As you pass by we are taking shelter under the trees.”
“OK, then, how do you know we are here?” ask Ilana.
“We saw you guys walking to the east end of the beach. You guys were too engrossed in playing around with water, so didn't see us. Then, well, the point is we missed the boat. Curious because we didn't see you guys turn around, we walked in. And a single point of light among the bushes led our way to find you.” Martin explained.
“Tomorrow we want to go to the next beach. If you are, my advice is to wait here. Tomorrow there will definitely be someone looking for.” said Bima.
“That was my plan.” said Martin squeezing a pack of rice. “Still, dinner.”
“Tin, how if we follow them aja.”
“You don't want to go home?”
“Mau, but.. if only two, serem.”
“What day is feared.” Serge Ilana.
“Yes, if they come. If not?”
“They will definitely be looking for. There is no way they can escape responsibility.” explained Bima.
“Iya, Jes. Just calm. Tomorrow we go directly to the pick-up bay.”
“Well, there's a deal, right? Let's sleep.” Falah who had closed his camera after Martin's reason was dangled, was pumping again so they immediately lay down. “Touch for now,”
“We have not coordinated for tomorrow.” prevent Bima.
“I also want to sleep.” said Ilana, her body then shuffled towards the middle of the tent leaving her legs sticking out. “I go along, Bim.” continued Ilana while thrusting a sarong cloth on Jesi who looked hesitant to put his back on the bed carpet. His eyes repeatedly saw the searing holes from the shrubbery plants and umbrellas that Ilana put up to ward off the whirring of the night breeze.
“Idem, bye!” exclaim Falah. “Please if you want to sleep.” he said later to Martin.
Bima snorted, seeing his two friends lying down inevitably he immediately broke down the body. His mind is flying on tomorrow's journey.
Suddenly a voice sounded. The subtle whispers that made Bima close her ears. The sound came from the tent to his right.
Jesi complained about the discomfort of sleeping in a half-open tent. A few seconds later the voice of Jesi had been calling his mother occasionally to call Martin.
Bima who closed her ears still felt disturbed by the fussiness of a girl named Jesi. He thought, how could Ilana sleep well with that kind of noise.
