There is No Need for Love

The Border That Needs a Touch

The boat continues to go quite fast because it follows the current, Patrik who holds the wheel continuously provides an explanation of the area they pass through. Risda who sat near Patrik heard carefully while enjoying the scenery that was indeed very extraordinary.

Actually in Risda's heart there is fear, towering tree trees even close the riverbank, Risda even remembered the anaconda film he had seen, or cannibal film, instead, the location of the shooting is exactly the row of forests they pass through.

But seeing Patrik and his colleagues seemed relaxed, as well as Asrul who also continued to smile and laugh to hear Samuel's guyonan make Risda calm, he even tried to enjoy the breeze that was very cool, he was trying to enjoy the breeze, weather he will not meet in Jakarta.

“Bu Master has heard of Sebatik Island ?”.

Risda nodded. “That was a storm with Malaysia right?”.

Patrik nodded. “Iya Bu Guru's. If we get to the estuary, we can already see Sebatik Island from here”.

Risda looked impressed. “See from here ?”.

Patrik nodded. “Even if Bu Guru withstands the waves, we can go there with this boat, not far from Bu”.

Risda bobbing head. “Patrik no just”.

“I'm serious Ms. Guru”.

Risda returned to the head. “Let's Rik, but he says he wants to fisht”.

Patrik laughed a little. “Iya also Bu Guru”.

Risda just laughed, how they could reach the island with a boat like this small, Risda was so intent on imagining it, for them locals, of course it did not matter, if anything happened, what happened, they can swim well, how about Risda, ah, no, that's not important.

“In Sebatik there is a beach called Batu Lamampu and Kayu Angin Beach. Very good beach Bu Guru”.

Risda glanced at Patrik. “What island is Rik ?”.

“Pantai Batu Lamampu and Pantai Kayu Angin Bu Guru”.

Risda shakes. “I just first heard the name Rik, seriously”.

“Good Bu Master beach, long coastline, as far as 3 kilometers. The sand is brown, clean, good to walk or with motor”.

Risda just smiled, but it feels interested in the story Patrik, Risda including people who like the beach, he with his mother often walk together to the coast of Jakarta Bay, there also Risda often see people fishing, Risda often see people fishing, and his mother, even he and his mother had acquaintances and eventually met there often.

His name is Mr. Ridwan, is half old, maybe almost 15 years above the age of his mother, but Mr. Ridwan's wife named Bu Laily is still very young, on the contrary, there could be 10 years under his mother. Mr. Ridwan is a lecturer, and his wife is a student.

The couple had a similar hobby, fishing. That's where Risda learned to fish with Bu Laily, more often they met, Bu Laily sometimes even call if he did not find Risda and his mother when he reached the beach.

“That beach includes favorite beach here Bu Guru”.

Risda flinched from her daydream. “There is access then”.

Patrik nodded. “From the Capital of Nunukan Regency only takes approximately one hour by ferry”.

Risda glanced at Patrik. ”Ship Ferries ?”.

Patrik nodded. “Iya Bu Guru, there is a ferry that has a schedule to cross to Sebatik”.

“Kok named Pantai Kayu Angin Rik ?”.

Risda nodded her head. “Viruses named windwood ?”.

Patrik laughed again. “Iya Ma'am Guru, people here say so. But, unfortunately, many coastal abrasions damage the wood wind tree it”.

“Ombak means ?”.

Patrik nodded his head again. “Iya Bu Guru, Wood Wind tree many uprooted and abandoned, now if not wrong, only one line left.”.

Risda nodded his head. It has always been a dilemma on the beach, the rigors of the waves are a lot of damage to the beauty of the beach, but today there are many theories that can be done by the government, for example composing a large stone jutting into the sea, this turns out to be quite powerful to weaken the waves.

“It borders directly with Malaysia right Rik?”.

Patrik nodded his head again. “Iya Bu Guru, with Tawau” City.

“Tawau” City.

“True Bu Guru, even if from there closer”.

“Near how ?”.

Patrik smiled crisply. “Iya Bu Guru, if from Tawau City to Sebatik ride speed board only takes 30 minutes.”.

The beach is still quite far away, but it is already visible. Patrik moored a boat on one of the mangroves on the riverbank, fishing activities began. Asrul even seemed to be the most spirit person, especially because this time Asrul was fishing using a traditional fishing rod made from bamboo.

And it turns out that Asrul's spirit was answered well, the fishing line that Asrul held got the first shot, Asrul looked very happy when he managed to land a Baramundi who grabbed his fishing line, and he was very happy, but Asrul's forehead creased as Samuel asked Asrul to let go.

“Why Sam ?”.

Samuel shook. “It's still too small Mr. Guru”.

Asrul. “It's small ?”.

Samuel nodded, Asrul so astonished himself, he thought it was already big, it was almost a kilogram, but he said it was still small. Asrul shakes his head and releases his fish even with a considerable annoyance.

But seconds later Asrul became dumbfounded after hearing Risda's cry, Asrul's eyes rounded when he saw what Patrik lifted from Risda's fishing line, which he saw, a Baramundi that is more than three times that of the new fish on the loose, Asrul pat jidat.

Not until two hours, everyone rushed to clean up their respective equipment, Patrik had turned on the engine and turned the bow, they came home quickly because Patrik did not want to get to his village it was dark, what Patrik thinks is Asrul, who still has to walk to the next village, because he lives there, it passes through the forest, although a little, but if it is dark, it will certainly be scary.

After all, the catch is also quite promising, there are five Baramundi tails enough size, meaning each of them can bring home one tail, that is enough.

The return trip seemed to slow down, it was because the boat was against the current, Risda who was again sitting near Patrik who was driving back looking towards the beach, at the end there, there was a building, there was a building, small is still very visible.

“It's already Malaysia ya Rik ?”.

Patrik nodded. “Iya Bu Guru, the City of Tawau”.

Risda nods his head, there is a very contrasting taste, Malaysia that looks very developed in the border region inversely proportional to the country. Here the border region is very concerned, even that is what makes them step foot here, because of the lack of energy.

Risda seemed to sigh fretfully, whatever the reason, should the government in the future should give more focus to the border area, the state of the border is in need of touch, from many fields, most of all infrastructure, especially infrastructure, Risda could only contend with hope.

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