Nusakambangan, We're Coming!

Bima And Falah Disappear

The path is still quite sloping, especially through the path to accelerate the pace of the step

foot. Target's camp this time in Solok Butt. At half-six, the five emptied the white sand beach again. The beach is wider than Solok Besek. The beach that resembles the buttocks.

They decided to camp not far from the point of descent, on the sandy area. A quick look at the end of this beach jutting coral cliffs that block the journey to the next beach.

Ilana then remembered one thing. The water! Their water supply is running low. Just enough to cook one instant noodles and drink a mouthful per child. But Bima calmed down by saying that she knew where to take the water. After setting up the tent, Bima invited Falah to climb the ridge of the ramps to their right.

“Not far?” ask Ilana. “Udah bring flashlight?” Ilana reminded.

“Approximate fifteen minutes trip.” says Bima. “Ready, including map and compass.”

Ilana breathed a sigh of relief.

“Be careful.” message Ilana on Bima and Falah.

Falah who was carrying a bag of rangs containing empty bottles smiled with a thumb out.

“Alright, than we're dumb. Can you help me find dry twigs?” pinta Ilana while pointing at the sandy area that occasionally appears pieces of wood or stranded twigs. Ilana intends to make a campfire as fuel to save gas.

“I don't want to!” Jesi refused hard.

Ilana's eyes turned to Martin who then moved to stand up.

“I'm looking for the twigs, let Jesi wait for the tent.”

Unwilling to argue, Ilana immediately left the tent area. He began combing the right side of the tent between the bushes and the only coconut tree. Meanwhile Martin had been taking a walk in the sandy area. As Ilana looked towards him, Jesi had accompanied the beautiful man's steps.

A short sigh blew in step with Ilana's scratch. And his shoes instantly pounded something hard. Ilana crouched down to make sure the object hit the tip of her foot. A coconut shell poking out of the sand piles mixed with foliage. Ilana's hand directly scratched the coconut shell. It can make extra fuel.

But as soon as he saw the whole stone, his mind changed. Coconut shells that are not skinned and live half and perforated give another idea. Ilana immediately gathered the wooden twigs quickly then placed them next to the tent. Next he had run towards the waves that always leave the foam at the end of the blow. Wash the coconut shell until clean. Return to the camp, ready to light the fire from the dry wood that has been collected.

Martin and Jesi still haven't returned to the tent. They were still wandering on the beach as if they were having a picnic together. Ilana won't take a headache. There's something he has to do. In anticipation if Bima does not get a water source. Desalination separates the salt content, distilling salty sea water into fresh water should be tried.

Ilana was looking around for sardine cans that mingled with Bima's belongings scattered in the tent. Basic Bima, without further ado he spilled all the contents of the bag into the tent. The next bag is a water bottle. Forced to kidnap one of the sardines. It's an emergency, for survival. In addition to the sardines can be eaten, the former can of sardines want Ilana to take advantage.

Martin and Jesi return to the camp. Ilana who had opened the sardine can and moved the contents to the plate instantly got up out while carrying the tin of sardines and one nesting.

“Where are you, Na?” ask Martin.

“Take water.” point Ilana towards the ocean whose color is no longer bluish fresh. The deep blue colorizes as the light disappears.

“Make what?”

“Small-small practices.” Ilana said before rushing to meet the waves.

Ilana went into the water quite far. With the intention of getting sand-free sea water. Well, it can't be purely sand-free, but at least minimized. Then just filter again using a clean scarf. Do not forget to wash the former can of sardines repeatedly.

Back at the camp, the fire had been burning. Forced Ilana to reduce the intake of wood so that the fire does not ferment. The next motion he began to filter the seawater into another nesting. Installing two rather large twigs as a buffer. Lay nesting containing sea water that has been filtered from the sand. Put the former sardine can in the center of the nesting close the can with coconut shell in a position of up, lastly close the entire stew with a nesting lid.

“Distillation?” ask Martin back.

“Let's see the result.” a wide smile is drawn on Ilana's lips.

“The fire cannot be too big you know.” said Martin while taking wood that has a high flame.

“He..

“What will it work?” jeers Jesi.

“That's important effort, right?”

Silent. As usual all that was heard was the singing of the waves, interrupted by the crackling of burning dry wood.

“Ilana, do you have a boyfriend?” ask Jesi suddenly.

“Udah I suspect?”

“Why?” Ilana frowned.

“Surely your girlfriend does not like you doing this kind of activity.”

“If you have one, it has nothing to do anymore. I like doing what? He's not my ort or my guardian.”

“Where are your mama-papa? Does he know you're misleading yourself here?”

“Em, the..” Ilana did not directly answer Jesi's question. He even busied himself lifting the nesting lid to check the water droplets that managed to get into the can. Not much, and the water was Ilana used to rinse the can of sardines to be free from the rest of the sea water washes. “Dad-mom don't know.”

“You really intend to stop by?”

Ilana. Also true. This time he was acting in nature without their blessing. Surely Father-Mothers are worried, once they get the news of his son missing at Rangkaf Beach Babakan. Guilt soon shuts Ilana's soul.

“By the way, Bima and Falah have not yet returned, Na?” Martin reminds me of two lovebirds who were looking for water.

Ilana spontaneously rose. Standing looking towards Bima and Falah disappeared.

“I check out first.” said Ilana took a flashlight and then stepped through the tent between Falah and Bima. Walk up to the last limit of roomy space without lush scrubland.

When he returned to the tent, Martin had filled the plastic cups with distilled water. Just got a quarter glass. Limitations of the tool, may be because the amount of dew that drips into the coconut shell and then into the can is not optimal. And again, according to Jesi there is a fishy smell of sardines.

Ilana snorted in response to Jesi's comment. It feels lazy to argue in a troubling condition. His mind was now full of Bima and Falah.

“May they be fine.”

Ilana biting her lower lip. A timepiece that has marked nine o'clock in the evening. The fire almost died, as Jesi's body that had fallen down.

“I want to find another twig.” break up Ilana. He did not want to just sit around waiting for news of his friend without doing something.

“I'm with you,” said Martin got up from sitting cross-legged.

“Jesi?”

“She was sleeping. He's safe, right here?”

Ilana hesitated. With the help of a flashlight, the two stepped towards the right of the tent. Look for twigs that may be fad across the ground. The movement of Ilana increasingly leads to the path that Bima and Falah follow. It felt like he wanted to catch up with the two, but he didn't know where they were going. He may even be lost on his own.

Arriving at one third of the ridge Ilana shouted out loudly. Two names he gave me. Hoping that his voice could beat the roar of the waves, and be heard by Bima and Falah. Who knows his voice could be a clue to the direction of their camp.

“Ilana!” call Martin who is separated from Ilana. “Reverse, later you get lost!”

Martin breathed a sigh of relief, while a strand of face was seen back by the radar of his eyes.

“We go back to the tent.” take Martin.

Ilana was about to nod when she felt a drop of water hit her nose. His free left hand then looked up to ascertain whether the water droplets were rainwater. Sure enough, in a matter of seconds the amount of water that poured into the surrounding increasingly crowded. Ilana and Martin run towards the tent.

Ilana immediately clears the nesting of the salt crust created from the distillation process. Clean the other nesting of instant noodles ration Bima and Falah, by moving the contents to the plate. Then bring up all nesting devices to accommodate raindrops that are quite heavy. While the umbrella that originally functioned to pull the wind from the back of Ilana's tent, now has waded the embers are still red. Good as a warmer.

The night is getting late. Friends of rain that still faithfully wet even fill nesting with water. Bima and Falah still have no sign of arrival. Although the anxiety out, but the fatigue that hung over the body, made Ilana fall asleep while sitting hugging her knees. Until a hand touches his shoulder wakes him up to sleep.

“Bima?” Ilana looked up between believing and not believing. Just hope it's not a dream.

“Correct sleep! Your back pain later.”

Ilana who was still feeling sleepy, just complied. He immediately curled up beside Jesi who was suddenly delirious.