Nusakambangan, We're Coming!
The Sandless Beach
The next morning Mr. Hanta was already curled up in the hut. Hearing the noise of children who were packing kept him awake. Jesi immediately greeted and asked about their return trip.
“Sorry Neng, it seems I can't deliver. My estimate is that last night I had one or two lobsters. Apparently can't at all. There's no way I'm going back with empty hands.”
Mimik Jesi changed like he was about to cry. Martin, who understands his girlfriend, calms down by holding Jesi's hand. The two looked at the three friends of Bima, Ilana and Falah.
“So far anyway, you can still come with us, kok.” said Bima decided. “You wait for Mr. Hanta also it depends on your decision.”
“Tin,” whining Jesi feeling frustrated. His hope of getting home quickly sank.
“We come with you aja.” said Martin as if there was no other choice.
Jesi also looks resigned. There's no way they're waiting for Mr. Hanta. Yes, if you get it tonight. If nothing else, they'll be more abandoned.
“Alright, let's go.” take Bima.
He said goodbye to Mr. Hanta. Not to forget he also apologized to Jesi and Martin.
The next terrain is not too steep or climbing. They cover more of the ridge on the available walking trails. To the right they were detected as igir cliffs bordering the direct sea.
The middle of the day the road they were on led downwards. Bima suspects they will soon find the beach again. Instead of speeding on the available lane, Bima directs the footprints of his team members increasingly down to the right.
“We see the beach first before continuing the journey huh?” tawar Bima's.
“Pantai?” jengit. “Close to the beach again. So when will we get to Permisan?”
“Maybe, it's still two days away. If smoothly.” replied Bima.
“We've been lost how many days?”
“We are not lost.” Ilana fast error. “And it's the fourth day.”
“What is it, to me is as if we were stranded on an uninhabited island.” Jesi expressed her opinion. His sunken eyes looked at Ilana sharply.
“We'd better hurry. The new beach already smells nih.” said Bima as if unaffected by Jesi's speech.
Bima went through the ground without a lush footpath. Sometimes there are complaints from Jesi. Why don't they stick to the available path. Unfortunately the complaint is similar to the rogue mosquitoes that are fad darting through the ears of Bima, Ilana and Falah.
The surrounding nuances that had almost the same level of light did not dazzle their views. The steep rocks say hello sometimes hurt Jesi's open legs. Not only that, Jesi unexpectedly fell slipping almost his butt kissed the rough rock. Instead, Jesi's hands that spontaneously support the body hit the rock to cause a bloody wound and a sprained sensation on the wrist.
Ilana who walked right in front of Jesi immediately gave help by removing the P3K box. The half-living drinking water he had to let go to clean the wounds on Jesi's hands before being bathed in antiseptics and covered with plaster and bandages.
“Let's continue.” says Bima once Ilana has packed P3K gear.
Jesi scowled helplessly. With Martin's help he stood half-steady on a rock that was indeed uneven.
The waves filled the eardrum. A moment later the towering rock cliffs blocked the steps of the beach seekers.
Bima invited his team members to cover the right side of the cliff which left a narrow gap. Out of the short passageway, the blue water invaded the retina of the eye. Footwear that is stepped on is not in the form of sand but rock resembles a rough floor that stretches. Similar asphalt cross section that has been damaged. High rocks interspersed the waters like a fortress. The waves that bark can only touch the lips of the cliff. When someone escapes up, finally he is trapped on the floor of the rock that has holes.
Bima and Falah had stood on the lips of the rock. Feel the beach without fierce sand and can be crazy when the tide arrives. Ilana photographed the beach sighting. While Falah of course the recorder camera has captured every second of the tireless crashing waves. One large coral towering almost in the middle of the overflow of water, making Ilana suspect the cliff as Nusa Bancak.
As they were about to go back up, Bima noticed the melt of water that poured through the gap of rock cliffs that blocked their steps when entering here. Not sure what he was thinking, he then accommodated the flow of water using both palms. Without hesitation, he drank the water. Long-tap, weighing the taste that smears the tongue.
“Tawar nih,” said. “Can make our drinking water.”
Ilana who is not sure about Bima also tasted the water. A fresh sensation struck Ilana's throat.
“Yes right, Na?”
“Ehem,” reply Ilana remove empty bottle from rangsel bag. The next move he had been holding back the outpouring of water that went down towards the drinking bottle.
Falah and Bima also queued up to take water from a small waterfall similar to a torrential sweat melt. The problem is that they still do not know when they will meet the water source. While there is water worth drinking, not brackish water. Must use.
After all the bottles were filled, the five climbed back up through another gap on the right side of the cliff. Still as steep as the descending path. Time and again Ilana prepared a hand to help Jesi up the rocks that sometimes nongol block the road. Almost half an hour they seemed to climb a sloping cliff decorated with prickly pandan plants or pineapple-like leaves that also have thorns.
When the thorny plant disappeared, the road had changed the ground. The bushes are now accompanying the silence of the jetting steps. The path has not yet been seen across. Making Jesi and Martin half frustrated retracing reluctantly.
True patience is always sweet. As Bima expected after the third climb, moving the ridge up to three times, the path of dreams has been waiting. They were all directly sprawled on the crossroads like the tracks of a train.
