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Chapter 16

Since the meeting that day in the field of independence I became familiar with the Ridho bang as before. He rarely comes home. And his arrival reminds my head of the figure of Dandi who used to play at home. The difference is that Dandi usually comes alone is bang Ridho often comes with his trip friends even though he has also come alone with a bangka martabak.

The equipment I've prepared. With the dominant motor enlivened vespa we went to Holbung hill. We were supposed to go to Sibayak but the news is that Mount Sinabung is erupting instead we go to Holbung.

Holbung Hill is in Samosir district which when we go up to this hill will be treated to views of Lake Toba. People often call it the Teletubis hill. If you are lucky you will be able to see the beauty of the sunrise. It is not difficult to climb to this hill because there is a ladder for its main access before meeting the ground.

This hill is no longer foreign to the ears of young people who often dabble with nature, but for the parents who are not native to the Samosir area they will obviously be confused where the location of Holbung hill. Because now many of us leave during the afternoon after the dzuhur prayer and until just before dusk disappear. There is a parking lot guarding the motor, so by Allah's permission the vehicle is safely left under.

Bang Ridho let me set up a tent. When camping with Naufal or Dandi they usually help me. I say this not because I want to be helped, but because I feel this difference creates something new for me. I feel alive and free.

“De, so bring coarse salt?” I opened the bag and gave him a pack of unopened salt. Bang Ridho sprinkled it around the tent then tied the rest of the salt with rubber and returned it to me.

It's been a long time since I've seen scattered on the head of a kayak gini. Lake Toba at night looks dazzling with the sparkle of people's house lights. I can't bear not to take pictures of him.

“Hopefully tomorrow is not overcast, so you can see how beautiful it is just like sunrise.” Bang Ridho gave me a cup of tea.

“Sometimes we take you to the hill of Siattar Atas. That's also great.” Connect bang Satya.

“Many hills yes now. I don't know the place you said I was. Next we go there dong!”

“Casual. Entar invited to play there.”

“He lived in Bandung five years but never climbed a mountain. Though there a lot.” Ejek bang Ridho who laughed at bang Satya.

“Bang Satya is Bandung. Native of Sundanese. Many friends are the same Medan people, lost Sundanya logat.” Bang Ridho.

“Totally?”

“Iya. You want to try grilling corn?”

Well, here it is. All this time everything I have been receiving was clean. This time I camped in a different way. I set up my own tent, told to cook corn and rice for us to eat tomorrow. I picked up some corn and started smearing it with margarine.

Seeing bang Ridho playing guitar and singing is nothing foreign to me. At school he was never far from the name of a stringed instrument. The canteen will be crowded with guitar sounds and also songs from his friends. We camped a few times with him who was also a singer and guitar player.

At two in the morning when others fell asleep I was busy writing and staring at the stars from inside the tent whose windows I accidentally opened. I never wanted to sleep when I went to camp. It is in vain if you have to spend time asleep when you have traveled far.

Realizing I had not fallen asleep, Ridho came to me at three in the morning with coffee for him and tea for me. Cigarettes on his fingers.

“You're in the tent only. Cold air. But if you want to go out also nothing. Wear gloves.” I chose to sit next to Bang Ridho. He took the mask out of the medicine bag and handed it to me.

“Wear! I'm smoking again.”

“If I wear a mask how to drink the tea?” bang Ridho stared before finally touching my forehead with his index finger and thumb.

“Wear the mask first, finished I smoke a new drink. Fair way let me not need to turn off cigarettes.” Laugh what I said.

“I thought I'd get an invitation with your name on it and Dandi.”

“I thought I'd spread an invitation that read my name and Naufal.”

“Backed. You know if the Dandi likes you for a long time?”

“How to know, Dandi never said. Something that is not said is not worth believing. During this time only hear others who say so.”

“Emang crazy girl yes you. So have you ever met Dandi again?”

“Yesterday in Jakarta I came to his show.”

“Well, how can we not see you? I came there before returning to Medan.”

“Smucilah.”

“Mean her bring a girl.”

“Where?”

“Where brother go.”

“Udah I lasalin.”

“When?”

“Currently. I'll take you.”

“Receh yes kamuuu.” I answered turning a puffed-up eye that was answered with laughter.

“Sleep, drowsiness in motor.”

“Tanggung already want shubu.”

“Later I wake up. Sleep first!”

After finishing the tea I went into the tent and closed my eyes. Not really sleeping. Until bang Ridho told us to pray at dawn and then we prayed together.

By dawn the air was getting colder. I'm ready with a camera to take the sunrise. When the aftab light began to shyly show himself I smiled staring at the results of the shot.

“You didn't follow photographed?” ask Satya when she comes out of the tent.

“Can you please photo?” my many. Another one that's different from the camp I've been through. All this time I was always offered ‘mau I photographed?’ or photographed by itself. This time I said please.

“Dho, take a photo of him!” even passed to someone else.

After enjoying Holbung hill we went to Efrata waterfall whose contents are only visited by us. We spent two hours taking a four-hour shower back to Medan. As a result until Medan at ten pm and it was because some people whose motor broke down.

I was shocked when I came home treated to the sight of my father and mother fighting. Mama's voice screamed loudly followed by the father who did not want to lose. I looked at Bang Ridho who was silently staring at me.

My head has been filled with questions ‘since when did father and mama quarrel in such a voice?’ ‘what made them quarrel?’

“You okay?” asked Bang Ridho who I myself was confused about what to answer.

Dad came out of the house and was shocked to look at me who was now silently staring. “You've come home?” ask the father I know it's just a stale base. I didn't answer.

“Dad go first!” still reluctant to answer I let my body hear the sound of my father's motor slowly disappearing without intending to move the body to see the immediate departure of father.

Bang Ridho patted my shoulder. “Dea?” he pulled me to look at him, lifted a kiss on my forehead and stuck his forehead with my forehead. It should be like the one I read in the novel before, I should feel thumping being treated like this. As though numbness I felt nothing, silence was the response I gave.

“Dea?! You should have hit me instead of being quiet!” my brain agreed but silence remained my response.

“Dea?! The dea! Dea!”

“Go home! It's night.” I just left him. Before actually going my hand was held.

“All is well.”

My head was dizzy because I felt this way. Motivational sentences, self-reinforcing sentences. The pain grew so dark that it grabbed my consciousness. Mama's panicked voice with bang Ridho was the last thing I heard before being unconscious.