Nusakambangan, We're Coming!
Meeting Suspicious People
Bima stopped the steps. His eyes were wandering around looking for something on his left. Occasionally her watch is shot. The clock shows at 17.45 WIB. The originally bright light had become dim.
Today you could say they were late to build the camp. If yesterday they camped, then today according to the departure time that is missing causing the overnight preparation time to be delayed.
When it stopped, Bima's eyes were still scanning for a slightly flat area. Like something caught his attention.
“We are camped here.” said Bima later.
Because along the path that passed, the ground is smooth and flat as a place of foot massage is only thirty centimeters. It is impossible to build a tent. Or right or left has been hoarding shrubs or wild grasses. And again, the plains do not have the same height. Sometimes higher up the road, sometimes the ground on the right-left side is slightly open. So their current journey is like a suspension bridge with a pedestal of five bamboo stems.
“At the middle of the road?” Ilana circulated the view on the area that Bima designated as a camping spot. Don't imagine it like a city street. The clumps were definitely densely filling the room. But it can be a soft base.
“Iya, Na. We're safe here. Safe from wild animals.”
“Wild animals?” Jesi shuddered. “For example?” Jesi docked to Martin positioning himself in the middle of the crowd.
“Can **** forest, tiger, snake, ferret..
“Fal!” cut Ilana as soon as he saw Jesi's body language shriveled to the left and his hands had already clenched Martin's arms.
“What?”
“Help me put up the tent.” said Ilana fruiting a frown on Falah's forehead.
“Tumben,”
“Udah, working hands. Mouth condition.”
Falah said, Bima smiled to see her boy friend become a slave of Ilana. Fifteen minutes later, a small Indian village awoke. In order to save gas stoves, Bima and Falah look for branches as fuel. After all, the light rain had accompanied their camping activity.
While Bima and Falah were trying to start a fire, three men visited the tent area. The three stood at every gaping crack as if besieging them.
“Camping on the road is not the right choice.” hiss Ilana.
Bima glanced at Ilana before standing up to face another uninvited guest. Based on Ilana's observations, the three of them occupied different age levels. Men with tattoos on the arms range from the 40s. The dark-skinned gondrong, could be in his 30s. And the man in the moustache was about 50 years old. Of the three men who had suddenly ambushed Bima's camp, one person had a wild look. The tattooed man seemed to be putting on a hungry smile when he looked at the two girls. Especially Jesi.
“Sorry Sir, if we block the road.” said Bima as a greeting.
“Against camper?” reply one of the three people who stepped in the opposite direction to the group of Bima. “By join?”
“Yes, Sir.” says Falah. “Please!”
The mustachioed father coded two people to get closer to him. Stepping a bit away and being heard discussing something in a barely audible voice.
The father with a neatly cut thin mustache and potbellied appeared again. Without hesitation he stepped in through the gap of Falah and Bima's tent. Sit between two tents.
“This fathers from where?” ask Martin.
“We are fishermen.” replied the Father did not answer Martin's question directly. “We just sent a fish supply to Permisan.”
“Oh,” Falah looks mangosteen while holding twigs for fire tongue supply.
Bima looked at the moustached Father with a suspicious look. But he tried to keep a good sense of disbelief in the words of the Father.
Ilana straightened up the body looking at the other two people. Although the sun's highlight has gone, and befriends the drizzle. The movements of the man other than the Father who was sitting between them were seen by Ilana. It just so happened that the tent was heading east. The two men seemed busy unpacking supplies. The rangsel bag carried by one of the burly, the gondrong.
“Means not a small fisherman yes,” respond Martin. “This father is definitely the Boss of the fisherman.”
“Yeah, like that.” The moustached father laughed. “By the way, what are you guys doing here?” He looked at the faces of the children one by one.
“At first we missed the boat, Sir.” Martin is willing to be a spokesperson. “Then the storm attacked us, until here we are.”
“But it looks like you guys are ready to be stranded.” reply Mr. mustachioed laugh again.
“Iya, not too.” Martin says hang. His eyes that were circling on Bima saw a faint head bobble. Martin understands. He can't open his mouth much about them.
“Where are your picnic groups from?” ask the father again.
“Semarang,”
“Oh, far too.”
The conversation continues, until the instant noodles that Bima is cooking are cooked. Apparently the Father understood the limitations of noodles in nesting.
“Please, eat only. We also bring our own supplies.”
The kids look at each other. But Ilana's plate has been thrust into Bima by Jesi.
“Eat only. Do not hesitate.” the Father turned to the tent that has been standing behind him. “Taste me, immature seems.”
Martin immediately docked to Bima and Falah. Hungry stomach makes them unashamed to eat a limited dinner.
“Permisan.” Fatihut Falah who is free from ******noodle.
“Why not come with us. Closer to going back to Scaffolding, right?” the words of the Father made Jesi's eyes instantly full of stars.
“Truly, Sir?”
“Yes, later our ship will pick up. You guys are okay.”
“Tin, we are safe!” jesi Jerit bated. A wide smile decorate the face of Jesi who has been mega-gray.
Ilana looked at Bima. It was as if he was talking about the decision. The head was restrained with a sigh of breath, slightly answering the question through the eyes of Ilana. Bima disagrees Martin and Jesi join the unknown entourage.
Martin was worried.
“Where is the path?” ask Martin.
“Like the road we are going through this, continue until the pick-up bay after Rangkap.”
“Really, Sir?”
“Iya, said Toto thus.” sahut the Father. “To, the road to the Scaffolding is like this footpath right?” tanyanya turned back.
The person named Toto approached before answering the question with a few brief explanations. Martin nodded steadily. Somehow he felt he could quickly go home if he joined this group of three people.
“We follow them yes, Tin.” woo Jesi.
“Iya, Jes.”
Jesi almost jumped from sitting cross-legged. Seeing a situation that did not allow him to just move his knees up and down with a fast rhythm. I can't wait for the morning to bring them home.
“Nah, of course you guys come yes.” said Mr. mustachioed and stood up. “It looks like my dinner is ripe. I went to the tent there first.” part.
“I have a hunch engak yuk.” said Ilana lirih. “They are not ordinary people.”
“What do you mean?” hatch Jesi.
Not to mention Ilana refuted Jesi, someone appeared from the gap between the tent of Bima and Falah. The tattooed man held out a single parcel to Martin that he reached out to.
“Food for you.” said the tattooed man as he dangled the teasing smile that was fixed on Jesi.
“Still, Sir.” say children almost simultaneously.
The tattooed man passed. Martin opened a plastic package containing fried shrimp flour. His fifth eye was like a cat eyeing a salted fish on a table. The first nutritious deluxe meal since they left civilization is now in the hands of one of the team members.
Martin placed the fried shrimp flour in the middle so that it can be reached all hands. Without much comment they enjoy the shrimp without making a sound. As if, when talking lost the opportunity to chew more shrimp.
“Alhamdulillah, today we can get a lot of protein intake.” said Falah after devouring the last shrimp. “Looks like we can speeding road, tomorrow.”
“So you guys want to keep going?” ask Martin to Bima.
“Live another minute, if I clearly continue.” reply Bima. “Entai others.”
“Bima go, I go.” Falah.
“Wet puppeteer, perli.” respond Ilana.
“Alright, meaning only me and Jesi returned with the Fathers earlier.” said Martin concluded.
“You don't feel weird with them?” Ilana looked at Martin cluelessly with the decision of the guy in front of her.
“Do not judge people by appearance.” sambar Jesi.
“But they are suspicious.” added Bima. “He is too clean to be a fisherman, even a fisherman boss.”
“The name is Boss, I think the boss look is yes, like that.” Falah follow chiming.
“You see the tattooed person? Her smile threatened in quotes on Jesi.” Ilana revealed an unpleasant premonition.
“You must have watched too many crime movies.” cetus Jesi. “Udah ah, I want to sleep. Tomorrow is the way home. A sure and safe way home.”
“From you mostly watch soap operas.” cybir Ilana did not get a response from Jesi who had been wrapped in sarong.
Bima has opened the map. He then calculated the distance of their journey to reach Permisan. At least two more days. His gaze immediately drew on Ilana who was getting sleepy, as well as Falah who was moving towards his tent. In Bima's heart thought, fortunately he had loyal friends.
