Romance In Makara Orange
Bamboo - Naughty Chick
Vira should have walked gontai, back to the intersection that was over an hour away. But this isn't. She was so happy. Surviving possible danger. The dangers of avalanches and the dangers of Mas Cokro. It's okay to walk any further.
The track on the sisian Macchapuccre although the contours are hilly but not too tiring feet. It's just that the path is too narrow, can not be traversed by two climbers let alone more simultaneously. So it has to be one by one. If there are climbers who want to cross from the opposite direction, forced Vira stopped and then tilted her body so as not to touch. Cokro was always behind him.
The Macchapuccre exit path is also not far from the hotel in Deurali, where they stay. It's just that, the exit path is in the form of an iron bridge that has begun to rust and slightly sway when Vira passes through it.
Unexpectedly, it turned out that all the teams were already present in the restaurant. They waited for him and Mas Cokro to have lunch together.
“Buset, very long time you guys. Where aja? Can't Koq meet?” ask Mas Une.
Cokro just laughed.
“You have an affair [relationship] yes?” ask Bobby suspiciously.
“Asaan si lu Bi, really ngaco,” sergeant Vira
“Gue know you must have passed the line yesterday. There is an avalanche why is it still reckless through there?” ask Mas Une again.
“Only Vira,” sahut Mas Cokro lightly.
“Koq Vira anyway? Kan Mas Cokro himself who made it through that road.”
Mas Cokro laughed shaking his head. He placed his small backpack next to Mas Une and then started looking through the food menu.
“Koq can you go the same way Mas Coky Vir? Why not wait for me?” ask Bobby who seems curious.
“Ask the same Mas Une,” replied Vira lightly.
Now it was Mas Une's turn to laugh and shake his head.
Whether there was any wind, suddenly lunch in Deurali was all paid Mas Cokro. His face was sumringah even though the money that had to be spent was about fifty dollars. And Vira is more sumringah because she eats twice as much as usual.
Everyone's happy, only Bobby still holds suspicions.
“Mas Coky freak. Kayak is not Mas Coky,” muttered Bobby.
“Thankful Bi, there is a treat, can eat well do not use pay,” said Vira.
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Adjie Tjokro Pambudi
Just today, as the woman woke her up to see the morning sun rise in Annapurna, Cokro believed this was a new change for her.
Today exactly five years ago, Rahayu left Cokro seotang herself after epithelial cell cancer in her ovaries had eaten away her thin body. Rahayu, his wife is the lover of his life since he was still sitting in college at one of the public universities in Surabaya.
Death brings wounds. The grief she harbored for five years, had to be let go. Shackled suffering must be abandoned.
This morning, after seeing the sunrise, and after seeing the woman at the height marker Annapurna Base Camp, Cokro returned to the restaurant. He took out a small picture of a woman from his wallet. The back of the photo was smeared with glue that was near the counter of the restaurant cashier and then attached the photo to the wall of the restaurant full of photos of climbers who had stopped there.
“Shirt, fine yes, here. Pray for Mas to be able to continue this life happily,” muttered Cokro while staring at a small photo that has now been firmly attached to the restaurant wall.
She saw the woman whining spoiledly to Runello to leave for Macchapuccre first. I don't know why he was moved to accompany her. Promise to Runello, and also promise in front of Ayu's photo installed in the restaurant to take care of her.
The woman whom he had kissed on the lips, whom he applied wind oil to his stomach and back looked surprised and refused. Are you still angry at what he did? Not particularly. Maybe surprised but not angry.
Along the way, when telling the bird and its myths, it seemed that the woman was enthusiastically listening. Even in Macchapuccre when he saw the peak he found the woman also looked at him. There was no fear and anger emanating from the face that had that sweet smile.
When the woman forced her way through the lane and then her fearful face of the avalanche and wanted to move the lane made her like a different man. The man who was given his life by a woman other than Rahayu. Although this is just a subjective feeling.
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The trip to Bamboo for a rest stop passes through Dovan, where they stayed three days ago.
This time the height is only about 2310 masl. The air is not too cold. Mas Une said, if our bodies have been and are accustomed to much cooler temperatures, then the ordinary cold temperature becomes not too pronounced.
Vira recalls when from Dovan to Deurali, they hiked together as a team. And this time, from Deurali to Bamboo was also like that. In tandem. No hurry. Relaxed.
The path down is not too heavy because it only occasionally goes up. They even let a lot of climbers pass them and more joking. Bobby is indeed the most active throwing jokes or jokes that make the atmosphere alive. And even repeatedly sing the typical poetry of Himalayan climbers.
Dal Bhat super power [Dal Bhat food superpowers]
Twenty four hours [Last 24 hours]
No sex no shower [No**** and no shower]
And your smell like flowers [And smell your body like the scent of flowers]
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Arriving at Bamboo, Sandeep said that Vira was forced to be in one room with mas-mas climbers. All rooms in this hotel are large and no personal size. Vira has lost hope. The luxury of rooms for him seems to be only in Pokhara and Kathmandu. There's two more days.
This time Vira chose her own bed. He did not want to sleep in a corner that made him feel squeezed. And instead choose a bed that is located near the entrance. Mas Une wanti-wanti because the position of the bed chosen by Vira tends to be cooler and the possibility of people going in and out will often. It can disrupt sleep quality. Vira doesn't care. He just does not want the past to happen to him again.
After taking a warm bath and shampooing, Vira immediately joined the mas-mas climber to the restaurant because there was already turned on the heating room.
All the climbers gathered. Even a long table filled with middle-aged South Korean climbers, the age of Papa Vira. All men. This reminds him of Mr. Kim, whom they met on the way to Chhomrong, was just before she got lost.
While waiting for the food to come, Vira paid the internet for two dollars. Instantly, the sound of a constant notification makes him immediately rub his finger into the chat application icon that says three-digit numbers. Show a number of messages that have not been read.
Vira reads and replies to a message from Kosa that recounts her research in Bantul. Interviews with several Village Chiefs and the community were taken into two large plots. Issues taken are quite sensitive related to money politics, so Kosa was forced to obscure it with the issue of political participation.
Vira apologized for not being able to call or video call because the lodge they chose had a restaurant that was not too big and the atmosphere was crowded because all the climbers were busy chatting in a loud voice. Vira has trouble finding a good position. And it's uncomfortable to call outside the restaurant because the temperature outside at night still feels bone-chilling.
“Vir, open dong message from group!” pinta Bobby's.
“Ntar aja, the important first,” said Vira.
“That's really important,” said Bobby reassuring Vira
“Why use open group message anyway? You can talk to Vira.”
“That's hard to talk about, to watch,” Bobby said back.
Vira reluctantly opens a chat message from Annapurna's group. There were some shared photos sent and a video. The touch of the arrow is located in the middle of the file and then before long the video plays by itself.
Seen in the video, he who is like a drunk, wrestled spoiled on Bobby's shoulder. Playing the outer layer of men who are the same age as Kosa and occasionally play the fingers of men who often accompany him during the climb. And more embarrassing, he repeatedly invited Bobby to sleep together until finally he himself fell asleep with a loud snoring. All were recorded in videos less than 10 minutes long.
Vira's face paled. What video is this? When taken? why does he behave like that? Like the behavior of naughty women he often sees in Hollywood films.
Mas Une, Mas Dody and Bobby laughed. Mas Cokro smiled looking at the pias on Vira's face.
“Bi..Bi..remove Bi video. Please Bi, just delete, delete...hapuuss,” pinta Vira. There was a sense of sadness, anger, and shame mixed and radiated from the look on his face.
“Tracture dinner yes for all of us?” bobby replied lightly with a smile that Vira had never seen before.
