The Eye of Aska Time

The Road to Sumbing III

"How is this mas?" ask me to mas Bara.

"The window is crossed again, mas. Continuing to join my friends is still enough," he ordered me and Aji.

I woke up and rushed out of the tent. I stared at the broken frame of my tent. I had to evacuate to Bara mas tent and his colleagues. Nothing even though one of his friends hugged me, and his thin beard swiped against my forehead. I consider this my sacrifice to survive the strong wind.

Because I already realized that there was a storm, my sleep was not as quiet as before. I was surprised when my shoulder was wet. I thought the tent was leaking, apparently the person sleeping next to me was drooling. I wanted to hit the palm with a mountain slipper, but what a force, my legs were locked and my hands could only move to the extent of moving the position from head to waist. From inside the tent there was a strong wind rumbling I realized if we continue to sleep together with Aji maybe we will hug, uh. A hug of fear, uh. Anyway, it's inconceivable.

I saw Aji sleeping right next to me. He first fell asleep from me, his position looks resigned by crossing his arms while the person beside Aji fell asleep with his face pointing towards Aji. Fortunately, the breath of the person sleeping beside Aji did not disturb his sleep at all, whereas just before I fell asleep I heard the snoring of the person sleeping beside Aji. Maybe because I was tired at that time I immediately fell asleep after 1 hour of difficulty closing my eyes.

When I woke up the sun from the west was still timidly showing its rays, while the cleft was already peering out from the Northwest direction. Don't want me to open my eyes, the sky is still a blackish blue, while the clouds are orange, okay I'm not an indie boy, but no one will deny the beauty of the scenery from Gajahan camp in the morning. The cold wind, and the glare of the rising dawn made us all hypnotized, even the muscles that had begun to feel sore as if they were lost. None of us have ever captured this moment.

"If you're satisfied the sun rises, eat first in an hour we leave!" yelled Bara mas who turned out he was busy preparing a meal. Opened by him some rice wrap that he put on teak leaves. At the end of the leaf was a stone to hold the leaves so as not to fly, because the wind was strong enough.

I saw Aji and the others. They all smiled with relief, I knew from the look of his face and eyes that looked calm. Because I realized that Bara was busy, I turned around and helped her. Unfortunately when I offered help it turned out to have been prepared everything "Udah just eat, all the same anyway, take the credit 1!" he said while inviting me.

"Let's help bring water yes, the trip to the top is still 1 hour. Afraid of dehydration, the important thing is to eat first" he said as he opened the rice pack in front of him. I accompanied her to a meal together, shortly after Aji and the others followed.

"Crazy, Ka, so cool is the view here!" said Aji excitedly.

"Don't miss me, wait 7 years from High School and it turns out really cool here," I reply enthusiastically.

"In a moment, we're getting to the top!"

"Yoy boss!!"

In spirit I immediately finished the meal and immediately prepared. I had time to capture the moment again before leaving for the top of the cleft mountain, "Oh, narcissistic very this brat!" lamented Aji when I asked for help.

"It's customary to report with Usy" I said with a chuckle.

About 1 hour after all the climbers finished eating, we prepared to continue the journey. Everyone has 1000ml of drinking water. Before beginning our final journey, Bara led the prayer. Finish our prayers first and shout "Climb 101020, CAN!!" it was as if there was additional energy after we shouted.

Not much chatter and jokes when heading to the top of Mount Sumbing. Not so felt the journey anyway, maybe because yesterday we have been accustomed to travel further. When we reached the top, we were presented with several options. There are True peaks, Rajawali, Crater, and Buntu.

"If from the name, the coolness of the True peak," I said just like that when I arrived. Everyone saw me.

"Okay, we're going to the top of the real world" said Mas Bara, I can't believe I just agree.

This True Peak is located at the left end of the mountain range. The road tends to be steep, my feet ache because they have to climb the rocks high enough one by one and without me realizing the drink we brought was almost exhausted, only Bara mas seems to have just drunk a mouthful.

Indeed, among his friends, the body of the body is the most proportionate. His palms look solid, his neck muscles are too. He has become a humorous figure, has become a firm figure and from how he took the decision earlier he became more modest, I so want to know the Bara mas.

"Aarrrr!!!"shouted our entire entourage that reached the true peak. Their faces were very relieved.

Everyone shares their shoulders to sit back, straighten their legs and close their eyes. So did me and Aji. We let out a long breath, our feet both limp. A little nostalgic with Aji.

"Yoi, yes you should not be so, omdo-omdo first," I replied. Remembering first only a mere discourse, which has been scheduled turned out to fail, which has been prepared it turns out there is an interest, yes we always plan, the opportunity is always there, but the execution is not always carried out.

I saw Bara sitting near the writing of the true peak. His legs were raised next to him, his whole body was blown by the wind and it seemed so out of his stomach that he was like a trained man. I stood up and walked over to him. From the beginning he was a calm figure, like a father carrying his family troupe, which I thought was stiff, apparently not at all. Indeed he was a firm and straightforward person, but could really divide the role when he should behave like that.

"Baras has been here a lot?" I asked while sitting on his left.

He lowered his left leg that had previously lifted "Yes, a few times, why did the top?" suddenly he asked me.

"Wishlist doang sih mas, same deket me that," I said while pointing Aji.

"The sea is there to cross, the mountain is there to climb, but what to do?" the question that Bara started to corner me.

"Bambang's wishlist!" I said annoyed, "Antum, why go to the mountain, even more than me, heii!!"

"Same, at first just want doang. Yeah what did you say, wishlist huh? Yes the same, but I just realized it turns out more than that," mas Bara sighed "I realized when riding the same mountain temen-temen, 2 years ago."

"Why?" manya curious.

"All Beginner Climbers, the goal must be just 1, 'Highest Peak'. There could be nothing else, it was just what he thought was like he saw his goal was like making horse glasses. Therefore, some say 'People going up the mountain will see the original character'. Everyone has ambitions, if the person only sees 1 goal ahead, I can be sure he is selfish," said Bara told me like a motivator. I listened to him intently, he sighed for a moment and continued "Padahat mas, if he wants to give the same distance to his goal, I mean he wants to look a little sideways, I mean, back there are many useful things for him.

"If his shoulders are strong can help bring his cement goods, if his hands are light can help clean up the garbage around him, his sense of humor is good can entertain his friend on the trip, if his hands are light can help clean up the garbage around him, if his legs are stronger he can walk first open the way for his friend. Yes how, mas, do not be too close to our goals, let our views can still be wide around, give distance, whatever it must be spaced so that our viewing radius is wider, let us not be blinded by ambition," Bara closed his words while looking at me.

We looked at each other and without me noticing I saw him in the past. I closed my eyes after seeing her daily routine holding a middle-aged woman, who I thought was her mother.

I know what he's been through is heavy. Losing one of his parents in college, with the condition of his mother who was not possible to work, made him have to sacrifice a lot of time in college and his hobby. I saw him lift trophies often, but it was never until I saw him lift his mother.

I lowered my head, at first glance I saw how he treated his mother. As if the world turned around Bara was a parent to his mother. Bathe her, carryyna, clean her pants, feed her, accompany her sleep, straighten her mother's legs then massage her and she endlessly dialogues with her mother while sleeping while rubbing her white hair. Mas Bara always sleeps next to his mother, maybe he wants to make sure when his mother opens her eyes still accompany him.

He is a freelance journalist and photographer. When his job is quiet, sometimes he becomes a porters, sometimes a parking lot. Whatever he lived, as long as the food that went into his mother's stomach was not from the windfall that usurped the rights of others and not hot money.

"Yuk down," he said as he patted my shoulder.

I want to know him further. Not to be a second wife, I want to learn a lot from her. Maybe in another chapter of my life I want to meet with mas Bara again.

The journey home is not too heavy because the road is slightly down. We could run small to the parking lot. There are not too many stops, and the travel time to go down the mountain is much shorter than up. Not much chatter, we focus on going down the mountain with each bag. Not tired even a little we enjoy our journey down the mountain. We got to Camp Bowongso before Ashar. Before parting I took the time to ask Aji mas contact, maybe in another opportunity I could meet and chat a lot.

Aji and I have also booked a night trip to go home to Bogor, not forgetting I gave news to Usy.

"I'm going back to Bogor, don't miss!" tick one.

Travel came around at 6 pm. on the sidelines waiting for Aji suddenly nyeletyuk "Ka, 2 more weeks I married."

"Anjaya Anjay Anjayaniii, seriously?!!"