TUMBAL SEVENTH

Fishing

“Yuhuu!” exclaim Bayu when the bait is eaten by fish. Yes, now, we're on board. Rental boat. Maximum rental time limit is five hours. And the four of us have spent almost two hours on this ship. Sail to and fro looking for a place with lots of fish.

Fun fishing and racing can many fish. We forgot to pay attention to the weather, and without us realizing it suddenly drizzled down along with the wind that was blowing hard. The rain is getting heavier, the wind is getting crazier and the ship is yawning, because the waves are fierce. The weather was suddenly very unfriendly.

Bayu and Tirta try to control the ship so that it can go through this storm or at least can stay in place without upside down.

“Where is this?” Mela panic. I also panicked. We both hugged each other.

“Wear life jacket!” shouted my husband. Me and Mela rushed to pick up the life jacket and put it on just in case. Then put it on to each other's husbands.

The waves are getting violent. The ship is uncontrollable. A few times it was almost reversed. However, it still does. Me and Mela were screaming hysterically. Bayu and Tirta tried to calm us both down, although I knew, they themselves were actually struck by an overwhelming panic as well.

Tirta grabbed my hand, then held it tightly. His fingers were tucked into my fingers. “Whatever happens, don't let go of my grasp, yes!” her door. I nodded. Bayu did the same. He held Mela's hand. Mela hugged Bayu's body tightly.

“I love you,” whispered my husband as he hugged me tightly. Fucked this forehead. I felt her cold lips clinging to her forehead. The four of us were soaked. Shivering cold. The rain and heavy winds have not subsided. Now, plus the lightning struck with his rage. I immerse my face in the arms of Tirta. Is this the end of our story?

I was horrified when I imagined myself plunged into the blue sea water. What if there's a ferocious shark? Will our love story run aground in this ocean?

A terrible wave came crashing down on our ship until it split in two. The four of us got into the sea. My hand slipped from my husband. I try to float to the surface. Then I looked for my husband's whereabouts. Not long after, Mela appeared and followed Bayu. However, my man hasn't come to the surface yet. I started to panic and cry.

“Tirtaaa!” I shouted, but no one answered. I swam behind the floating ship. My husband is invisible. Trying to dive, it's very dark in the water. I saw nothing but water. Mela and Bayu also called my husband, but there was still no reciprocity. I'm starting to get anxious.

The waves came again rolling apart me, Mela and Bayu. Tirta hasn't met, but we're separated. I drowned and got caught in the waves. Until finally the body feels weak and the eyes blurred.

*****

I opened my eyes and coughed. There is a dry and itchy feeling in this throat. My eyes moved wildly to the left and right. Am I dead?

I tried to sit down, and then looked back and forth. Apparently I was on the grass neatly arranged, in a hut with walls made of foliage, even with the roof. While the pole is made of wood.

Where is this?

Who brought me here?

What Tirta?

I got up and walked out. Look over there. Slender. All around there were only trees and thick shrubs.

Before long, came a bunch of weirdos. And strange language too. I hid behind a tree. The men got closer and one of them went into the hut, then came out again shouting in a foreign language. His face looks panicked. Maybe because I'm not in that shack anymore. Then, one of them. One of the oldest men, said in a language I did not understand while pointing in all directions. The people with clothes made of the leaves then scattered in all directions. Seems like looking for me. Either they're good people or they're not.

After the men left, I stumbled to seek help. However, along the foot stepped I have not met people or villages. As far as the eye can see there is only a jungle. I wanted to scream for my husband, but I was afraid that the freaks had heard and arrested me again. I can only pray in my heart, hoping to get out of this forest and meet my husband and my best friend and my family.

I hurriedly slipped behind the giant-sized tree as the shrub in front of me moved wildly. It looks like there are animals hiding in it. Every now and then I turn my head to make sure what animal is there. What if it's a tiger? Finish me.

I stroked the chest. Sighs in relief. When the animal behind the bush was poking out and it turns out a bunch of ba bi forest that might be looking for worms earlier. After the herd of ba bi moved away, I came out of hiding and went on a journey to find a way out.

Finally we arrived at the edge of the forest. However, it wasn't the highway I met like I had hoped. Except the vast ocean. I seem to be stranded on a remote island, then where are my husband and my two best friends?

“Tirtaaa!”

Silent. Only the sound of the waves breaking.

“Melaaa!”

This time it was the wind that broke.

“Bayuu!”

Birds and wild animal sounds from within the forest that answered my screams.

Where are you guys? Still alive or .... I sat on the sand by the beach. Tears shed and hardened. I sniffle. Thinking about how to get off this island, also thinking about how my husband's fate.

Fear suddenly ambushed. I'm afraid I can't get off this island, afraid I can't see my husband, my family and so many other fears.

Instantly my sobbing came to a halt as someone patted this shoulder. I fell silent, heart rumbles. Dare not make sure who will the owner of the hand that until now is still attached to the shoulder.

What is Tirta? Or ....

“Huuuuuwik!”

These eyes bulged as the owner of the hand shouted so. Sure enough, this guy behind me .. that freak. Looks like they're an outback tribe.

Again, the person behind me was shouting like that. A second later, heard from a distance there were those who spoke with the same scream. Nah! I can't be caught again. I have to run away!

I ran with all my might on the sand. Fall down, then get up and run. I looked back and I found more and more strange people running after me.

I had to go back into the woods to hide. I sit in the bush. I closed my own mouth. I ignored the itching, the pain, the pain all over this body.

Mosquitoes ringing around the ears. Some have bitten the face, forehead and ears leaving itching. But I dare not move at all. In addition to the people who sounded closer, there was a snake that slithered near the feet. May it not be a snake. I closed my eyes in horror as the snake passed over my feet. It was only the size of a big toe, but it was still terrible.

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