Nusakambangan, We're Coming!
Fishermen in Solok Djewata
Bima pulled the glove up to the ear. The noise outside the tent really disturbs the newly created deep sleep.
“Bima, Falah, wake up!” ilana's shrill voice overcame the cry of the forest monkey. “What time are you home? Where was last night. Make people anxious, tau!”
“Ah, so noisy anyway!” erang Bima's.
“Falah!” Ilana patted Falah's leg once more.
As usual, Falah's reflexes are indeed. The second pat of Ilana managed to straighten Falah's body even though his eyes were still closed.
“What's up,Na?”
“What night did you get lost?” tanya Ilana was really curious.
“Anaan anyway, early in the morning already noisy.” Jesi looked wriggling out the tent.
Ilana doesn't ignore Jesi. He still had to hunt for answers from Falah.
“We are not lost, we just wait until the rain subsides.” Falah's eyes even though closed, his mouth can answer Ilana's questions. Finished saying that he broke the body back.
“It's not raining starting to fall watch habilan ya. Before that you guys did anything? Fal!”
“Biarin aja, Na. Looks like they're exhausted.” Martin stops Ilana's heated interrogation.
“Iya ih, not very understanding.” added Jesi. “Come Tin, we go down to the beach.” invite Jesi later.
Hearing the two people's comments, made Ilana shuffle turn her body to face the fireplace. Without saying a word, Ilana then lit a fire in the former fireplace last night. To finish off the remaining wood.
Falah woke up when the smell of coffee pierced his nose. The originally sticky eyes slowly opened. Gnawing, while his nose looking for the fragrant source of caffeine. As soon as he saw the target, his hand immediately grabbed the glass filled with black liquid standing near Ilana.
“Ah, instantly brightly lit!” exclaim Falah.
“Let's have breakfast,” invites Ilana to coincide with the arrival of Martin and Jesi.
Jesi quickly snuggled to Ilana. Martin approached Falah who was trying to wake Bima up. Without waiting for Bima to wake up, they started breakfast to make friends with the sound of water climbing the land.
“Fal, can you tell me what happened last night?”
“Yes, Bima's estimate somewhat missed reaching the place of the water source. Maybe because it was dark and we didn't know where it was. We're looking to get here and there. That's the old one.” Falah bribed the boiled macaroni and chewed it. “After meeting and filling all the bottles, a big rain fell, right. Since we did not bring a coat, so we decided to wait for the rain to subside in the cave not far from the water source. And overslept.” wide grin shown on Falah's face.
“You to tent what time?” ask Ilana.
“Around the clock twoan.” says Falah with mouth full of food.
“Ilana really worries you guys.” Martin said. “Fear you're lost."
“No way we got lost.” said Bima while rubbing eyes.
“Do not be arrogant, Bim!” rfor Ilana's.
“We bring a compass, tau!” balas Bima's. “Arah tent we have marked.”
“Yes, but can't say that.”
“Macaronya, Bim.” Falah directly thrust the remaining nesting for Bima.
“Quick spend! We have to pack up and continue the journey.”
“Cause, Bray.” welcome Bima unaffected by Ilana's remarks.
“Faster is better anyway, in my opinion. I already want to go home.” said Jesi this time defending Ilana.
Bima. Forgot that he brought two people who were not part of the beach-breaking team. He thinks it's a bit troublesome. But how else. He couldn't possibly escort the two to the pick-up bay. After all, both of them were eager to come along.
At eight o'clock, the five of them began to crawl the road that last night passed by Bima and Falah. Approaching the water source there is a path emblazoned again. The path they were following was not very uphill. Right-left decorated with prickly pandan plants and short needle grass.
Until arriving at the hut close to the water source. Bima and Falah filled the empty bottles. While others wait while leyeh-leyeh in the hut.
Ten minutes later the journey continued. The path became flat, it seemed like they were passing through a single long hill. Lunch was held. Including prayers and breaks a bit long.
The name on the top of the hill must be there when up and down. Now the fifth step down the steep and steep ridge. If usually Bima, Ilana and Falah down while running, while climbing the mountain, since there are followers of Jesi and Martin, the three stepped on the brakes. Their journey took a little time.
Not in accordance with the estimates Bima arrived at the midday Djewata Solok. In reality at two o'clock the bluish nuance is just approaching. So can not ishoma with boisterous waves deh. They were forced to have a nyempil lunch between the derivatives.
Djewata Beach also has white sand. The expanse of corals poked out among the rolling ripples. Approaching the eastern end of the beach there is a wooden hut that shows the silhouette of people being inside.
Jesi became excited. It was unexpected that he had run to meet the hut and the person detected as a fisherman. Seen from the busyness of stringing a grid-shaped net.
The greeting from Jesi surprised the middle-aged father whose skin was dull. He looked at each group with eyes of wonder mixed in disbelief. Very different from the glare of Jesi sparkling.
“Palatar Agung.”
“Where is it, Sir?” jesi Responsive.
“Pangandaran.”
“Much far!”
“Ke here by boat?” Jesi still does the question answered like a journalist.
“From the bay next to Ragaf. To herein is the road.”
“When did you come home?” buru Jesi's.
“Tomorrow if you can catch a lot directly home. Can also day after.”
“Back tomorrow, sir. We follow.” pinta Jesi with mimic begging.
“What are you guys doing here?” ask Hanta. The fisherman said his name after they introduced themselves.
Martin explained briefly. And Mr. Hanta nodded as if he knew about them.
“I heard about you guys. I think I've met. Apparently not. Actually from here there is a path up to the pick-up bay.”
“But we didn't find the way, Mr.” Martin said.
“Because of that, sir, please take us.” continued Jesi is still unyielding asking for help from Mr. Hanta.
“Waduh, how ya?” Mr. Hanta scratched his right temple. “I haven't got a catch yet. What will my wife eat?”
Jesi is instantly lethargic. Martin also had a sad face. Only the Bima horde seemed calm.
“We'll see tomorrow? I can take you or not.”
“Totally?”
“After I can catch.”
“Thank God, Tin. We survived.” Jesi grabbed Martin's hand squeezing it hard. “Means we are camping here!”
Bima, Ilana and Falah looked at each other. They thought it was still day enough to camp. It's still half three. If the road can be at least one kilometer, well, minimum five meters is, related to using the Jesi footstep benchmark. It saves time the next day.
“Yes, deh.” suddenly Bima made an unexpected decision. “There is no harm today we rest longer. But tomorrow we have to call, Na, Fal.”
“Siyap grak!” falah said there was no problem.
“As far as you are.” says Ilana finally.
“Still, friends.” says Jesi smiles widely. “Tonight will be our farewell night, yes.”
“So only the two of you want to come home?” ask Mr. Hanta who had listened to the conversation of children while fixing the mesh with a box-shaped skeleton.
“Find what fish sir, wear a mesh like this?” ask Falah who has started recording.
“Search lobster.”
“Oh, use bait also.” Falah brings the camera closer to the net whose center depends on something. “What is it, Sir? Fish?”
“Iya, fresh fish.”
“Continue this fishing rod?” point Falah at the four-gail fishing rod that lies not far from the fisherman.
“It for fishing lobster also.”
“Uwoh..” Falah looked very amazed.
Ilana actually wanted to question the prohibition of lobster capture of this origin. However, for the sake of remembering that this father makes a living from panning lobster, for his wife's child. Words that will glide in the mouth.
After all, Falah has changed to an impromptu journalist. Bima and Ilana then marked their camping area. Right behind the hut that Mr. Hanta is sitting on right now.
At around seven o'clock, Mr. Hanta set out for the lobster fishing spot among the slapping rock ledges. Bima and Falah joined in curiosity. Not to mention that Mr. Hanta was able to catch, both of them had given up on returning to the tent. While Ilana, Martin and Jesi engaged in a conversation that Ilana thought was rather boring.
