(Who) I'm Without you
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At night, the atmosphere felt very gripping for the three young men who were accustomed to all the hustle and bustle of life in the city. After dinner, dishwashing, and prayer isya they just sit in the middle of the cottage without any meaningful activities.

Mosquitoes are everywhere in their ears and they are always on alert when the mosquito is on the surface of their skin. But the night, the more mosquitoes make them unable to sleep. And as the night gets late, the sound of night animals is also increasingly heard.

The sounds of crickets and owls are very dominating. Then suddenly from the pillar of the cottage that was below them, felt someone hit him. It was felt by the three of them because the vibrations from wood to wood were certainly interconnected.

Zapata also woke up grandfather and told slowly that there was something below. Grandfather casually got up from his bed and opened the window and pointed the flashlight in the direction Zapata was referring to.

It turns out that underneath there is a swarm of wild boars that are looking for food. "Oh, wild boar" said grandfather.

Zapata and the others looked at the window to see how the boar looked.

"Ih, it's very different with pink pigs" said Zapata.

"This is a great coy body" pointed Rama with admiration.

"Like kebo but short" said Nanda.

"Short kebo" replied Zapata and Rama simultaneously.

"You have been naturalized into kebo, meaning halal dong ya" said Nanda.

Rama and Zapata are confused, "Ih, that's not the concept" Zapata finally closed the window made of the board and asked the others to sleep immediately.

In the morning after Rama, Zapata, and Nanda finished performing the morning prayers, the bawling grandfather was about to go to the forest to find food and medicine for Bibin. "Sir, wait for the cake. I'm going with you!" nanda.

"I also want to do it" said Rama. Nanda and Rama follow the grandfather who has gone down the stairs.

"Woi, how am I left?" zapata shouted from the window of the cottage.

"Lu look after Bibin" cried Rama and Nanda who had entered the cassava garden belonging to grandfather.

Rama and Nanda walk right behind Grandpa. Already an hour inside the forest, they had also gotten a lot of groceries to cook today.

"Grandfather, pegel yesterday was not a total number. Uh now it's taken a long way back" protested Rama.

"We want to find medicinal leaves for your friend" said grandfather.

"It's still far away, cake?" ask Rama.

"still. We have to cross the river as well which is ahead there" said grandfather.

"Nan, I'm really fucking cape. It's bad" Rama complained to Nanda.

"Sir, this is Rama's soy sauce. How about we wait for grandpa here just rest"

"Yes, it's okay. Let the grandfather alone" then the grandfather continued his journey increasingly into the forest.

Rama and Nanda arranged some bamboo leaves to become a sitting place. The forest is still a little dark because the sunlight has not penetrated the cracks of the trees. Even so, their eyes have adapted to the lack of light since entering the forest earlier.

Sreeek sreeek no

Rama and Nanda looked at each other when they heard a broken tree branch and footsteps followed by several other footsteps. Nanda quickly searched for something that could be used as a tool to protect himself and he immediately prepared to attack maybe it was a wild animal ready to prey on them both.

Rama stood behind Nanda with sweat pouring out. It's nothing but wet first.

"Nan, give me a cake tip about if we wrestle their opponents must be how to sting"

"Easily, attack the shin or the vitals, or you can also incar the nose until it bleeds" said Nanda with the attitude of pairs of horses.

"We really want to fight their opponents?"

"Let them see you" said one of them from behind the bush. His voice was rough, firm, making Nanda's guts disappear somewhere.

"Come, but don't run towards the cottage. Kasian Bibin and Zapata later found out" pull Rama to run in the opposite direction.

They ran quickly before their faces were seen by the thugs. It turned out that their escape without direction actually led them to the grandfather's cottage.

Finally tired, they went straight up and Zapata who heard the quick steps on the stairs was surprised to see Rama and Nanda wet with sweat. Zapata gave them a drink.

"Where's grandfather? How come you're not with you?"

"long story. Obviously we were both almost caught by those guys" Nanda said.

"Whose people?" ask Zapata.

"His reman Romi" said Rama with his breath was still wheezing.

"They're chasing you?"

"It's not, because they are still far away and we have run quickly"

"Good be that"

"Nan, sorry I was for abis continue to pack hp lo to find out the news about Romi. Continuing in the news was said if Romi escaped using his helicopter and there was also a case of a substitute prisoner whose name was Yono died" said Zapata.

"What's? Yono's dead? When?" ask Nanda.

"Because morning" answered Rama.

"Ma, how do you know?" ask Nanda.

"Yes, I was told Feza was yesterday afternoon when he called. But it also wants Dinda so you do not think" said Rama.

"You guys are lying to me" annoyed Nanda.

"Udah-ud. Now focus is the same in front of your eyes. Don't act rashly and don't be sad. We must have a silver lining here, as well as Yono's departure. One more thing, we came out of the forest if Romi really was caught. Because if Romi has not been caught and we have come out of the forest first, it could be safe Romi keep the three of us so the fall. Moreover, my car must have been digondol them. Damn it, must have sold my favorite car for our fighting capital" Zapata appeased Nanda who was almost desperate but himself miserable for losing his car.

"So last night Dinda can laugh at my phone, that's also let me not feel anything?"

Rama nodded.

"You guys are so pumped" Nanda went to the back of the cottage. Wash your face and clean yourself.

He sent Al-Fatihah while looking up at the sky. It is clear how sad the father was when Nanda last met him.

Once terbesit in mind, when later Yono has been free. He will return the flower garden and cafe for Yono capital to continue life in Jakarta.

But his good intentions will not be realized, now Yono left by leaving a question mark. His police instincts have not been satisfied to just hear of Yono's death without knowing why.

Later in Jakarta, Nanda will find out for himself.

It's almost noon, grandpa just got to the cottage. "From the forest it turned out to have come home" murmured the grandfather who saw Nanda and Rama was fresh.

"Yes cake, we were thirsty so we went straight home. Sorry cake" said Nanda.

"Yes, it's okay. In the woods, my grandfather met with the police. Said they were looking for you" pointed grandfather at Zapata. "But Grandpa said he never saw. Are they your friends?" my grandfather asked Nanda.

"Not cake. And thank you for securing our fate cake. What about bibin drugs?" nanda.

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Guys, honestly very amused it feels like writing a novel with an action genre when in itself not so like the action-action hehe...

I'm sorry if the novel is so crisp. Intentions want to be out of the box, even wet all of you.... But mo said action is also not action-action....

Want me to do something???? So confused yourself