Nusakambangan, We're Coming!

Snake And Lumberjack

“Wake up, wake up!” the voice of an adult man evoked the dreams of the three children who were still curled up in the tent.

Ilana, the first to realize, became worried that the person who woke them was a prisoner who escaped. Moreover, the buzz of morning coloring conversation is still silent.

As soon as he saw Bima's shadow moving out, Ilana appeared. Bima and Ilana stood up slightly trepidation. Some men with machetes were waiting. Some even had axes on their shoulders. Ilana counted four people.

“What are you doing?” ask a man with a thick sideburn.

“We are lost, Sir.” says Bima spontaneously.

“Terried kok bring a tent.” respond curly haired man while lowering his axe from the shoulder.

“Other times don't carelessly look for a place to camp. Your tent is not safe at all. Fortunately the snake was full, if hungry one of you will be a delicious meal.” cerocos the insignia pointed to his right with a machete.

Bima and Ilana looked at each other before stepping up to see something the man pointed at. A flower python as big as a fat adult's thigh was stretched out motionless. One part of his body was bulging.

“Yeight you slept hugging this snake.” said another man whose age looked the youngest. He rolled the snake away until its beautiful scales could not be seen from above.

“Thank you Sir, thankfully Mr-Bapak knew there was a snake that rolled our tent.” said Ilana.

“I accidentally saw this morning in this area. There's something suspicious like a tent. That's why I came here. Not to mention there are snakes circling your tent.” said the jambang. “I keep calling my friends. Although he was full he looked still ferocious when we attacked earlier.”

“Snake!” Falah who had just woken up looked around between horror and confusion. “Where is the snake?”

Ilana pointed with her chin. Falah looked out of the tent area and then shuddered amusedly. The next move he had entered the tent and reached into the rangsel bag to take out his mainstay small camera.

“What did he eat? His stomach is huge.” said the man in red shirt with no arms.

The men talked about the snake they had just found circling the children's tent. Between fear of curiosity, Falah ventured closer to recording a snake whose head was covered in blood.

“We open his stomach.”

“Iya, Jon. Try you part.”

“Do not!” bima and Ilana.

“Why? We just want to know, he ate what.” said the youngest man who got the task of splitting the stomach.

“It was torture, right.” said Ilana lirih.

“He's dead, torturing from where?”

“Why kill him?” unexpectedly Bima asked such a question.

“Dangerous if there is a snake of this size. We can be the prey.” replied the jambang.

“But not having to kill him. After all, she's full.”

“What if next time he comes again with a hungry stomach?” reply the curly. “We don't want to be free food for him,”

“You alone why finish off the habitat?” Bima looked stiff. “See what you guys are doing. Forest disappears then he will attack the settlement.” Bima circulated the view on the area around the open. The towering tree tree had collapsed helplessly. The scenery that sliced his veins.

“Wes, kiye.” boy (this kid)

“Try one of your friends he fell prey to, can you still talk like that.”

Ilana pulled Bima's sleeve. He wanted to shed the emotions that settled in his pal's head. The danger is insistent on conveying idealism about the sustainability of the forest among people who carry machetes and axes. Their bodies may be cut off.

“But...”.

“Bim, we must hurry. Martin and Jesi are waiting for us.” finally Ilana found the right prevention. Bima no longer wants to argue.

Bima snorted and then withdrew into the tent area followed by Ilana. Lazy to see the surgery they will do. Not with Falah who is still faithful perpetuate the process of splitting the snake's stomach that is taking place.

“Exploitation!” hiss Bima while removing the stove and cooking utensils.

Ilana helped prepare their breakfast this morning. This morning's menu spent the last oatmeal.

Outside the camp area, some people were amazed by the discovery from inside the pitiful snake's stomach.

“What is it?” someone said.

“Kayak ****forest.”

“Try you pull out, Jon!”

“Truly ****forest.”

“Excellent.” sounds Falah's voice also commented.

“The snake meat we do. Baked looks good.”

“Be careful of the skin. Can be expensive it.”

“Quiet!”

Hearing the conversation made Ilana's stomach become nauseous. It was not like eating snake meat. Especially to sell his skin. How animals do not become extinct because of it. Many times Ilana breathed out, wanting to throw a bangga in the stomach.

“Uoh, again cook?” one of them in a red shirt looked at Bima and Ilana.

“Mari eat, Sir.” Ilana pleasantiously offered.

“Please! We also want breakfast, there!” said the person while pointing towards the far right at a hut that was on a small hill.

Two of them looked inside the tent area while saying goodbye. Do not forget to offer Bima et al to want to visit there. Both just agree.

The screams of the loggers were heard away. Ilana glimpsed at the passing of those who shouldered the hand-caught snake. Although horrified to imagine the worst possibility of last night, escape from the money predators, enter a nest of giant snakes and could be a meal. But seeing the cycads die was horrible, making Ilana grieve.

Falah has rejoined. He immediately kept the camera and quickly enjoyed breakfast. No conversation rolling. All wrapped up in each other's minds. Remembering last night's tragedy that consumed both breath and feeling. Then connect on a gripping morning.

Bima looked at his friends. Guilt infiltrates. He has brought two of his friends across the peril. The idea of venturing in Nusakambangan is not as smooth as the estimate.

And again, Bima remembered the words of Mr. Floating, if their tent is very unfit for activities in the wild wilderness. They should have put on a tight dome tent. Just like Om Raka when exploring here.

Ilana's words also clang. That his reckless recklessness is still lacking in calculation, not safety procedures_borrowing words from Om Raka who always emphasizes safe procedures in activities. He only weighed the beach warmer than the mountains that bite the bone. He forgot about the wild animals that were still at home on the almost uninhabited island.

Then, the fate of Martin and Jesi.

Ahg! Bima suddenly groaned in surprise to Ilana and Falah.