WHAT LESS!

STORY 16

This morning I woke up with a calm mind. Since the blood donation yesterday afternoon, Bian has not seen the trunk of his nose at all, Aida said he had a sudden business so had to leave the location. 

"Riska longan? I can't say Na, I want to be mocked. His style was arrogant, from the beginning I did not fit him." Rima kept grumbling after I told you about last night. 

"Lake it, bodo very me, this is the last day, shortly after noon has closed the event. So it's not important to take care of people not clearly." I said try to be relaxed. 

"Again the same Nara, mending now we're frenzied. Today's show is full beach." Fira Imbuh. 

"Outbond right now, exciting for sure." My solute. 

Today is the last day of the event, noon is the closing event. Morning to noon is an outbound. We are divided into teams. The outbound theme this time is compactness in old school games. 

The committee has prepared games such as sodor gobak, jump rope, sodor gobak, kranklek etc. All of these games sound foreign to some children. But the organizers wrapped up the game so it was fresher and more fun. 

I'm in a group with Fira my roommate, and some other kids. From the beginning of the game we are indeed required to compact. Because the participants are a lot we are all so on a scene. 

Moreover, this game is done on the beach, so it feels more fun even though we are hot. I admit the organizers of this cool event, in addition to the friendship and introduce the southern coastal area that has many beaches, here we are also reintroduced traditional games that are wrapped with a modern feel. 

All participants melted with laughter and a sense of togetherness. The people who talked to me yesterday are also getting regular. There was no Bian around us. So no more ingredients for them. 

I was wondering if Bian left the show because of my attitude. There was a bit of guilt however Bian was also a victim, he knew nothing about this matter. 

Anyway if you think about why I messed with their gibulahan, we just met at this event. After the event is over all must also forget all this. And by thinking so I became more comfortable to interact with them. 

In the traditional game many power teams win the game, quickly we can cooperate with each other and compact. I as the team leader was obviously proud, more to praise my dexterity and agility while playing. 

As a normal human being dong if I'm GR, and feel proud. Because it was my way of growing confidence and rewarding myself. 

"You're great Naraya, you've done your best." I muttered to myself. And I smiled after saying that. 

"Na, anterin me to the toilet dong." Pinta Fira is approaching me. 

"Yuk, tell the others first to nyariin." I reminded Fira. 

"Gue told you already, Na hunt I can't stand." Fira pulled my hand away from the others. 

Currently we are doing activities on the beach, if you want to go to the toilet we have to walk quite far. Actually there was a public toilet, but Fira refused there and went to the villa. To get to the villa we passed through a little forest. 

Fira told me to walk in front, I'll just follow because I know more about the road than Fira. This one is the hardest when told to memorize the path. 

As I was walking, my nape was hit from behind. I was surprised to still have a look, I saw there was a man who held a wood with a size large enough, he smiled disdainfully. It was the last sight before I closed my eyes from fainting. 

I slowly opened my eyes, starting to squint when I saw such a bright light. My head was still a little dizzy, I was shocked because it turned out that my body was tied up in a big tree, and my mouth was bandaged. I looked to the right and to the left, there was no one at all, I was completely alone here. 

Fira and the man carrying the wood were also invisible, I started screaming but my voice did not come out because my mouth was duct tape. While I'm in this condition I'm also worried about Fira, where she is, what her condition is, if she's tied up like this. 

I started trying to untie that bond but it was so hard because the bond was so strong. I could only cry and pray in the quiet atmosphere of the forest. Looks like I've been here a long time, I see the sky's starting to show orange.

"O Lord, please open." Said the man beside him. 

My body feels weak, I just had breakfast with bread because the side dish provided is seafood, while I'm allergic to seafood. After that I did not eat anything else until now, it was also drained of my energy because of the game is quite a lot. 

When the two men approached it felt like my body was no longer strong. They both called out to me, patted my cheeks and took off the duct tape that covered my mouth. 

"Bak woke up Ma'am. O Allah." Hysterical Mothers. 

"Please." I muttered and immediately closed my eyes. For the second time I fainted and was unconscious. 

Slowly my eyes opened, I saw that there were people around me. None of them I know. They seem grateful that I'm conscious. 

"Alhamdulillah.Mbak mbak realized as well," said Mothers I remember earlier had helped me. 

I immediately gathered my consciousness, helped by the mother earlier I tried to sit down. They didn't ask me anything, but they gave me food and drink. Because I was hungry I tried to eat it a little. 

"Whose name is Ma'am?" Ask the middle-aged man who wears a peci. 

"Naraya Lazuardi" I said weakly. 

"Where did the mother come from?we didn't find the identity of Ma'am" he asked again. 

"Surabaya," I replied with a bow.

At the event, I deliberately did not bring a bag and cell phone, because I thought it was prone to hit the beach water. And damn it I don't memorize anyone's number, not even my own number I don't remember. 

"God is so far away, how did you get here?" My mother's boyfriend helped me. 

There were whispers of people who were in this not-so-big room. Looking from his house, it seems I was taken to the house of one of the residents, the walls of this house are still made of bamboo. 

"It's night, for a while I'm staying here first, God willing it's safe." Said the guy with the scab. 

"Where is this?" I asked them to look at them one by one. 

"Sumbermanjing Mbak" replied One of the people in this room. 

"It's still a bad area, right?" It's like I have hope. 

"Yes still follow Malang district," replied the scab-headed man who may be the village chief here. 

"Please contact Bian, Fabian Pradipta,"

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