Nusakambangan, We're Coming!

Bay of Turtle Memories

Bima, Falah and Ilana seemed to sit casually under the turtle shell statue which is still intact. Enjoy the smell of the ocean that always brings a sticky effect on the skin. Looking at the open sea that is split by the breakwater. Can not be imagined if there is no concrete jutting into the middle, surely the waves that hit more fierce when attacking the land.

The hot middle of the day made the three reluctant to roam on the beach. Moreover, the stomach is completely filled, so there is a drowsy effect on the eyelids. Actually, I wanted leyeh-leyeh first in mushola. But the atmosphere is too boisterous people passing by want to carry out worship. Bima then took Falah to the east end of the beach through the giant writing ‘Teluk Turtle’. Ilana, who saw her two best friends immediately followed, left Ara and Meidi who were still waiting in line.

“Where is his turtle?” falah.

“You do not see, the driver has become a stone shell and is now overshadowing us.” said Bima answered Falah's question.

“To my knowledge, this bay used to be home to laying turtle-turtle.” Ilana's light makes more sense. “A long time ago, before the oil refinery was built, before the tankers roamed around.” Ilana pointed to a tanker that was floating not far from sight.

“They're evicted huh?”

“Like that, pity.”

“Where are they going?” falah.

“Denger-denger anyway, migration to Bali Island and Lombok.” Ilana said.

“Smart them, choose a beautiful beach.”

“I'm sure this beach was charming. There are traces of its beauty as well. The scenery of exotic and mysterious Nusakambangan Island is the main attraction.”

“Yes,” Falah looked towards the towering oil refinery building. “So because there are sources of oil, iron sand, coal.” Falah murmured later.

“Man is the most greedy creature.” comments Bima. “This beach is proof. Many animals are becoming scarce, other evidence. Not even a few have become extinct. Why, because humans hunt them. To eat, for money, for pleasure.”

“Talkanmu, sok bingits, Bim.” lontar Ilana.

“I speak fact.” respond Bima who then chose to sit down lesehan rather than sitting on an artificial bench made of concrete. “Basic instinct,” Further Bima. “The basic human instinct is indeed to be a predator for others.”

“Basic input, if coupled with the correct knowledge can align.”

“You guys on speaking what the hell?” Falah interrupted the conversation he did not understand.

“I think, basic instinct if balanced knowledge and religion will bring sustainability and well-being.”

“That's just a theory,” denies Bima. “Just the smarter the person, the smarter he looks for loopholes in order to escape responsibility.”

“Depending on each person's character,” refutes Ilana again.

“Nah\, finally met!” unexpectedly Ara and Meidi had stood covering the view of the blue sea ahead. His second body language is similar to Sailor Moon_the crime-fighting hero in the Japanese cartoon_anime jadul\, which managed to catch criminals. Right hand outstretched forward\, both feet wide open. While the left hand supports the waist.

“Dia again,” complained Bima softly but surely heard by Ilana and Falah. The next motion of Bima stood up and came out of the shell that paddled. The destination direction to the concrete breakwater.

Ara followed Bima.

“The girl never gave up?” lontar Falah in a sitting position cross-legged like a hermit.

“Ara is so,” says Meidi.

“For me it's laughable.” said Ilana.

“Marken what?”

“Cute second movements how it is.”

“That,” Falah stroked his chin while keeping an eye on Bima and Ara who were getting closer to the breaking concrete waves. Bima even has taken the right side of the cross section. “I'm going to the bridge too, ah. I think exciting.”

Ilana lets Falah leave her alone with Meidi. His eyes became attentive to Ara who was not moving at one end of the sand-covered breakwater. Meanwhile Bima has reached the middle of the breakwater under which the sea water churned violently between the legs of the buffer concrete.

“It turns out really serem mint the bridge.” said Ara. “Bima don't want to wait for me anyway.”

“It looks like he's worried you'll ask for a sling again.” Ilana smiled in response.

“Timing time,”

“I did, once said Bima was allergic to girls.”

“What is it?” Meidi half does not believe it.

“Kok with you he is fine.” Ara accused.

“She didn't bother me girl times,” said Ilana lightly as she got up from sitting. “I caught up with them,” said Ilana later.

“Uh, girl base gatel!” rfor Ara softly that was heard by Ilana.

Ilana is not worried. Let it go, what do they say? But the truth is I'm not like that.

Seeing Bima and Falah seem fun sitting at the end of the breakwater, making Ilana want to feel the same sensation. He also ran small to meet the base of the bridge to prevent water from falling.

Ilana observed the shape of the concrete breaking waves that resembled a bridge. The difference is that this sea bridge has a cross section of holes similar to a broken ladder. If passing through the middle of the bridge means having to jump around one step adults to tread the cross-section of the next latitude. For safety, many choose to walk to the right or left side of the bridge.

One site, two sites. The sandy soil is still visible, before occasionally covered by water waves. Getting to the middle, Ilana felt giddy. The running water below made it almost lose its balance. Ilana raised her head looking far ahead. Breathe in, then try to focus on the point where the foot is treading.

Successfully, slowly but surely Ilana got closer to the end. Received a wide grin from Bima who happened to look back.

“Sambok funnih,” said Falah who was not aware of the arrival of Ilana who was sitting next to Bima.

“Origin do not lure a fuss.” reply Ilana.

“Wow, Bro! Up here too.”

“Sis! Your women call Bro,” protest Ilana.

“If you do not wear a hijab, it is appropriate to be picked like that.”

“Ara not follow?” asked Falah did not respond to Ilana's complen and Bima's chatter.

“You two want to carry him again?”

“Ogah!” sambar Bima fast.

“Can splash with us,” said Falah to remember the incident on the suspension bridge.

Ilana laughs. His eyes then circulated to see the scenery around. There's a boat going to the right. Another view of the tanker owned by pertamina floats not far from the oil refinery. Far to the left it appears to jut over a long pier to transport coal.

The wind started blowing hard on the three. The radiance of the solar heat so slightly muffled by the fresh gust of the baby. They again enjoy the calmness of the blue ocean. Not affected by the roar of water chasing at the legs of the buffer.

Syahdu, until the sound of ringtones from the device Bima singing melodious break the silence created. Ara called. Bima refused to lift. But Ilana immediately responded as soon as she saw her watch.

Hit one exactly. The time in Turtle Bay is up. Time to get to the edge to go to the mangrove forest in Kampung Laut.