THE MENTARY FOR THE ESTUARY

CHAPTER 13, THE DAY AFTER THE STRESSFUL INCIDENT

    - Pov Author

Riana squirmed on her bed. Warm sunlight penetrates directly into the senses of view, making the owner of the senses forced to blink again, and even cover it with a pillow, so bright. What time is it now? Riana glanced lazily at the clock hanging on the wall above the nightstand next to her bed. Half-hour eight in the morning.

Riana massaged her temples. His head is so dizzy, maybe the effect of last night's wine. Ah... Riana sighed, annoyed at herself. He should not have lost control last night. And so, the question now is, who brought him into the room, even laid him on this bed? And he's nothing, right?

***

Beach, again. Riana did not play water, she chose to sleep on the sand while applying sun protection on her body, so do not scorch she said, hihihi. As usual, the name of the beach and tourist attractions, definitely rame, many family groups. As far as the eye could see, Riana saw various scenes that pleased her eyes, but saddened her heart. At the other end, there is a mother, father and son who are taking photos in various styles. Opposite him, there is a pair of father and son who are engrossed in playing sand. Then, there were many more fun things that were caught by his eyes. Riana exhaled, then rolled onto the sand of the beach on the other side, taking little shelter from the sun. Again fun to enjoy the atmosphere of the beach, suddenly, there was a young man next to him, being troubled by the canoe he carried.

“Why, mas?” ask Riana curiously.

“Mau expedition into space, mbak. Yes kalii, this will play to the middle, use the boat.” replied the young man while taking his life jacket.

“Dooong link, rent the boat where?” riana asked interested.

“My name is mbak, this is the area of the boat. Partly if mbak why in the middle of the sea even bother.” said the young man again. Riana nodded. Then, he got up from his lying position, intending to see more clearly, who the figure of the young man from earlier was talking to him. And Riana felt her heart like it was pulling out, so realizing, it was the same young man she saw last night in Mario's room, and also in the lounge, when she was crazy there.

“The problem is not the one who played last night + singing in the lounge, huh?” ask Riana. The young man turned his head, and he felt the same way; his heart felt like it was coming out of where it should be.

“This Mbak Riana?” reflexes are asked.

“Lho, how do you know?” Riana wonder.

“Mbak... Can I say no?” ask the young man carefully.

“By the way, mas, why?” Riana looked curious. Why does this guy seem so wrong?

“Anu... All-night... That's youho... Ituuuu..”.

“Sek. Ngopo e mas? Speaking of genah,” said Riana who suddenly uses Java.

“Lho, mbaknya java ta?” ask the young man in shock.

“Iya mas, I travel, go to Jakarta from Malang,” replied Riana.

“Lho, me too, unplug from Surabaya, nyari penghibilan here.” replied the young man.

“Yo wes jare arep. Ngopo want?” ask Riana again.

“Mbak, previously introduce first, my name is Muara..” Riana straightened her head when she heard the young man say his name. Yes, in the end he remembered that the name of the young man was Muara. And Mario, last night also called his name that.

“Before I apologize very, if possible the effect I was insolent with mbak..” said Muara again.

“Sek alah, speaking sing clear, mas, jek ndang completed perkorone,” said Riana impatiently.

“Ok, so gini. Done my gig last night, my friends on the scene, because he said there was someone under the table. Frankly, I wonder dong. What does that mean, continue yes I went down, because I went down last, so I check dong, and it turns out Mbak Riana is indeed below, collapsed, teared up like. Maybe because most of the drink, because there I saw a lot of sloki and bottles of wine as well, and I was told to take them to the room. Yes I finally asked the receptionist, mbak inhabit which room..”.

“But how do you know my name?” ask Riana.

“Ngak accidentally tau mbak, because every guest who comes to this hotel must show an identity card, later it will be scanned and become a digital footprint for us, he said, later it is included with the date when to check in and so on. And incidentally, the receptionist I asked was also the same person, who helped the process of checking in here, so yes, I had access to his room mbak, he said, so you can lay mbak there. Yes, my mother had to sleep under that rich table. But mbak oath, I just carried mbak and put in bed, kok, I did not say anything, I swear, mbak,” said Muara long while a little scared. Riana looked seriously at the young man, then, her smile expanded.

“I believe it, mas. You are innocent people, and if there is no you, I don't know how my fate was last night, thank you,” said Riana sincerely. The mouth breathed a sigh of relief, its burden lifted already.

“My mother's same father never taught me to be rude to each other, mbak, what else is the same woman. But yesterday it was an emergency je.”.

“That's exactly why, I get it... Yes already, this so do not want to take me to the middle of the sea?” kelakar Riana's.

“Oh, J-So, mbak, I'll take the life jacket one more yes. BTW hold on to dong,” he said as he handed a pair of oars into Riana's hands, then ran again somewhere, took a life jacket for Riana.

***

Debur waves and desau spoiled sea breeze became a natural companion conversation two people who were met accidentally by an event. Without the need for more effort from the two, it turns out their hearts have been moved by themselves to talk to each other, greet each other, and even know each other, familiarize themselves. In the middle of the sea, with the waves changing speed, and at the caress of the baby who occasionally shook the boat, they spoke to each other, not with spoken language, but with the language of feeling.

“The views are good, yes,” they said together. Riana was surprised, Estuary too. How can I compute that, huh?

“Why are we one thought so?” ask Riana.

“Mbuh, mba. Uh, turn there yuk, whose waves are a bit edean..” invite Muara.

“Ih no ah, I can not swim..” reject Riana.

“Quiet, there will be me. If there is anything, I take responsibility deh..” said Muara reassured. Riana weighed in for a moment. He stared at the estuary, the boat, and the natural panorama in front of him alternately. He was confused, unable to make a decision. But, this charming natural panorama, it feels so insignificant if it should be missed just because of his fear. So better, he just believes in Muara. He was sure, the Estuary would definitely take care of him.

***

“Mas Abhi, don't think who. Who are you up to, mas?” ask Muara.

“It's the same Ganesh and Vishnu, my new friends..”.

“Lho, Ganesh?” Riana surprised.

“Hi, Ms. Riri... Papa tah?” ask Ganesh to worry.

“No papa kok Nesh, yesterday it was just a small incident... Mas Abhi how is that? Will he continue fighting Rey?” ask Riana.

“I am not papa mbak, fighting is common for boys, want him to be normal like Mas Muara and Vishnu, or the blind like me and Ganesh.” replied Abhi while smiling. Riana nodded, confirming Abhi's words. After all, every human being has the same nature and instinct, no matter how he is born, perfect or not it is not a benchmark, because what can make humans able to survive and compete on the face of this earth is a force from within itself.

“Ya already yuk, we walk again aja..” said Muara. The waves shook the two passenger boats, and each of the boat's operators took the same direction, and they continued to hang out on the boat while enjoying the best painting of the creator.

***

The waves roll hard. The boat started shaking. Each of the controllers of the two boats were equally panicked. But this is not a good time to scream in panic without doing anything. This is the most important and most important moment in their lives that turns out to be wrong, they walk too far into the middle. And the two boats are now being played with by the fierce waves.

The mouth takes a slow breath. In this situation, anyway, panic should not be put forward. The most important thing is the action; the quick and proper action to save them all.

***

The estuary helped the trembling Riana get off the boat. While three young men behind him – with the same tension, also got off his boat, and sighed in relief after their feet managed to stand on the smooth surface of the moist sand of the beach as it was constantly swept by the waves every day, all the time.

“Alhamdulillah, fortunately we still survive yes.” said Vishnu who dropped the last, after helping Abhi and Ganesh who are still equally pale, scared half to death.

“Sorry guys, I think the waves in the middle were not that strong.” said Muara felt guilty.

“No papa mas, maybe if the four of us doang everything is okay, but there are girls here, so kayak risk it is not.” said Abhi.

“It was Mas Abhi, what else, Mbak Riri can not swim..” timpal Ganesh.

“Iya, I know, just said he..” said Muara.

“Now, where's mbakku?” ask Ganesh.

“This, to the left a little, Ganesh,” said Muara. Ganesh obeyed the clue, and he clasped the ice-cold brother's hand.

“It’s okay kak, everything’s allright now.” says Ganesh softly. Riana grabbed Ganesh once more, just like last night. I don't think he wants to be separated from his only brother. Had he not been controlled by his own passions and ego, perhaps Ganesh would never have escaped his embrace to this day.

“I'm sorry, Ganesh..” said Riana softly, but not shrewd enough to be caught by Ganesh's ears still clinging tightly to her arms.

“I'm sorry even before I met me and I'm talking about it now... I'm sincere about whatever fate happens to me, including when I leave me alone where I don't want to be. Had I not made such a decision before, I might have become a spoiled Ganesh, who could not know himself and his surroundings well.” Ganesh smiled, patting Riana on the shoulder. Three years ago, perhaps he could have sworn an oath, clamoring loudly to the whole universe that he would never forgive this figure of his blood-dwelling brother. But in the end, it was me who was able to recover everything. Slowly, without haste. And it is time that finally brings them back together, in time, atmosphere, and unexpected opportunities.

Riana still holds Ganesh. Now he was crying, and his tears hit Ganesh's shoulder. Ganesh patted the brother on the back, calming him down.

“Do not cry mbak, all will be fine..”.

Ganesh softly. Three other young men watched the scene in silence, as if they were swept away by the atmosphere. The waves become a natural instrument that accompanies their high-level talks.

“Eh, how about we all eat? I know the recommendations of a good chicken restaurant around here... Want no?” tawar Muara's.

“Bby... Want now ta?” riana asked excitedly.

“Yes change clothes first dong mbak, we are all wet!” kelakar Vishnu, and was greeted with laughter by others. Riana patted her eel, ashamed of herself. How could they possibly go to the dining establishment, while their appearance was all completely out of whack?

“Ya already, if so, where to meet after this?” ask Riana at last.

“In the lobby yes mbak, how about the others, agreed?” ask Vishnu.

“Iya wes, if so, we all clean up first, continue to gather again in the lobby yes,” said Muara. Everybody nods. And finally, the beautiful morning ended with traces of their parting that were drawn upon the fine sand of the beach; a temporary farewell that would be reunited again after they were both dry clothed, and ready to have fun again.

(BBC).

Previously, the author wanted to say his condolences, because the world of Indonesian literacy had just lost another one of its retainers.

Is Hilman Hariwijaya (writer of Serial Lupus, Olga Shoes Wheels etc.), has died today Wednesday, 09-03-2022 at 08:02 WIB. May the husnul khotimah, his grave laid, be well received by his charity, and the family left behind be given steadfastness, aamiin. ⁇