Nusakambangan, We're Coming!
Plunge To Kehampa Beach
Falah proposed asking the loggers about the fastest road to Permisan. Bima agreed, looking lazy to uphold the ego that usually reigns.
Basically, the locals are friendly. Stingless to give information on the path they used to go through until they reached the branching of the footpath to Permisan. In addition they also gave Falah ketela boiled as a stock.
Thank you from the mouths of Falah and Ilana. The loggers also advised that they be careful to follow the path, never enter the forest again.
The three left the hut on the top of the hill and began to trace the breakthrough to the path. Heavy clumps a little away on the track. According to the loggers, it is not until an hour that they will find a branching.
The path is not too difficult. They covered a long ridge of ramps. As said Mr. Lumberjack, before the sweat poured down, they had arrived at a crossroads that could take them to the next beach.
Bima leads with a fast pace rhythm. Understand the streets that they visited do not have significant climbs. Too slow, too peaceful. Bima thought when walking casually drowsiness will actually attack. After all they had to hurry in light of Martin and Jesi's safety.
Approaching Ashar a fine thump summons an arid soul. Occasionally blue insights appear between the leaves. Bima is accelerating. Ilana could not follow him. Descendants are now presented by many rocks. Must carefully choose which rocks are safely grounded.
A small river awaited them below. Arriving at the riverbank, the three took off their shoes and crossed them reluctantly. Still with carrying shoes Bima met the pursuit of a herd of white foam without shouting. He then sat holding onto his knees while looking at the blue sparkle evenly in front until the limit of its luster disappeared into the base of the skyline.
This should not be an exhausting journey. But for some reason, it felt heavy. Something is beating the heart. Ilana immediately sat down on the white sand. Only Falah can still control emotions, still can enjoy the beauty of the beach with his camera.
Bima stood up and continued to step. Ilana follows a diagonal line. Clean white beaches do not cause excessive admiration. Not because they are getting used to visiting Nusakambangan beach. Instead, the euphoric outcroppings have been covered in a veil of out-of-the-box events. Losing a roadmate forcibly became a heavy blow to the three. Maybe some sort of regret why they didn't stay, instead chose to run. Seeking safety, under the pretext of seeking help.
“Ah,” sigh Ilana.
When she thought of Jesi, Ilana suddenly remembered her words accusing her of leaving. This is the impact of going without saying goodbye. Act without asking for prayer. Cause their trip is not surfing normally.
Once again Ilana sighed. A loud sigh was heard by Falah as they rested before climbing the hills that separate the Whahar Beach from the Permisan Beach.
“What's up?”
“Where's Jesi doing? Did he do well.” said Ilana unconsciously destroyed gelatin with her spoon.
“Eh,” Ilana lifting her spoon. Falah immediately took over the jelly-filled nesting that half had been destroyed.
“Quiet, even if they are in custody, it looks good. Proof of our love of food.” Falah tried to suppress Ilana's bad thoughts.
“It was a kind of bribe for us to join them. If the situation is not safe, they can feed us.” explained Bima. “I couldn't have heard wrong, Fal. They did plan to use us as a shield.”
“Yeah, pray it. Their journey is safe.”
“Successfully escape you mean?”
“Yeah, he said he wants Martin and Jesi safe. Maybe that's the best way. But I don't know either. Everyone has set.” sayings Falah who likes to ngawur sometimes there is a point. We can only plan. The Almighty is more powerful over human behavior. Just try and pray. “Honey, gelatin.”
“Spend, Fal!” said Bima who was no taste.
“Serious, Bim?”
“Am I still less serious?”
“Woke,” said Falah after observing Bima's face that looks wrinkled.
Bima and Ilana waited for Falah to finish the afternoon snack that had been cooked earlier this morning. Ilana looked at Falah who was eating without chewing. Very fast agar-agar in nesting run aground.
And one thing that Ilana did not understand, even though Falah's body was small, was eating unusually much. Maybe Falah's stomach is like a three-dimensional Doraemon magic bag or even like a black hole. So any incoming food is instantly gone either, not forming a lump of meat or fat.
