Candra Kirana
Sajen Tumpeng

Kiran blushed at Candra's reply. Kiran does not mind and it does not matter if you are in a match with Candra. After all who can resist the charm of the macho and handsome guy in front of him?

Candra is the ideal man seen physically. The kind that can obviously damage the nerves and common sense of women who are nearby. Kiran even believes that if Septi has met Candra, he may forget that he must be loyal to Surya.

"You memorize the ins and outs of this mountain means yes, Can?"

Candra suddenly put on a grim face, there was a deep sadness implied from her speech. "I'm a year more muters on this mountain, Ran!"

"Huh? Why?" ask Kiran. Candra looks to have a strong personality, not the kind that is difficult to move on from the problem.

"Do not know, not a good story to hear .. let alone remember!" Candra took out a large package from her bag. "We're eating, yuk!"

The food carried by Candra is a mess because it is put in a plastic bag. Still lumbering banana leaves underneath.

It contains yellow rice, whole chicken, anointing and completeness including sambel and also anchovy beans. Candra arranged it in such a way as to be nice to see again before eating with Kiran.

"This is tumpeng rice?" kiran asked curiously.

"It was, but now it's tumpeh rice, not because of the model," replied Candra chuckling. "Let's enjoy it, hungry me!"

"Where's the show at your house?"

"Hm, I purposely brought it because there's a lot left in the house!"

"You're so intent on the guy, yesterday's corn, now this much rice cone!"

"Chicken, Ran! That's delicious .. cooked eggplant, a huge favorite in my family!"

Kiran observed the whole chicken folded up to form a snout. It looks good to smell from its appetizing aroma. Kiran broke the wings and thighs of the cock and gave them to Candra.

"Jeez ... his toenails are not cut anyway the cooking time, the beak is too!" grouse Kiran was half annoyed. He did not like the food with a slovenly impression like a cock that was seen in front of him. "It's a chicken?"

"Yes the chicken village, it is said that it is a whole chicken, Ran!"

"Oh my goodness .. This part of the head also still has fur, Can! Items again. Eh his legs are also not yellow as a spicy claw that is sold in the city. Somewhat an item too!" Kiran severed the chicken's neck and put it away on the edge.

"The chicken used for this shackle means black, Ran." Candra did not take it more seriously, "What is the difference in taste if the color is other than black? What color do you like chicken?"

Kiran belatedly heard Candra's silly question, "It makes no difference, the taste of the chicken is that it has nothing to do with the color."

"I love black chicken!" The chicken cemani. But the second sentence was not revealed by Candra.

"I like the free ones like gini hahaha," Kiran said nosily. "The same flavor of nuts tastes good too, who cooks?"

Candra flicked her shoulders as a reluctant gesture of answering, her mouth filled with food. The head of the hairy chicken that Kiran had removed was eaten without consideration. "Eat a lot, Ran!"

"Oh my goodness can the fur come with you to eat?" Kiran gawked half a shudder looking at the head of the cuckoo chicken that was already clean of skin and flesh, leaving behind a bit of bone.

"Don't make me die, Ran!" Candra chuckled, laughing at the word die for her.

"What is this truck, Can?" Kiran raised something mixed with an anointing. "It's not a vegetable!"

Candra took the ylang from Kiran's hand, "Oh yeah time? Here I try!"

"Cock eaten, Can? It's not a vegetable, it's a keepsake, is it?"

"No idea, Ran! As long as it's not poison, I eat it!" candra said chuckling amusedly. Unbeknownst to Kiran, some of the other flowers Candra found in the dish brushed her off faster.

"You passed the survival lesson with A++ grade for sure huh?" Kiran put the inedible to the edge, including betel leaves and one rolling tobacco that mingles with rice. "It's mixed rice anyway, Can!"

"I'm sorry I didn't have time to misah the contents, I brought everything on the tray." Candra replied with a mediocre look.

"Kayak tumpeng sajen! It's weird!" kiran said with probing eyes towards Candra.

Candra nodded in agreement, "Adat .. habits in the family, Ran! I can what?"

"Hm .. that's it!"

"Your family is unique yes, it still carries the ancient way of honoring ancestors." Kiran concluded. "I'm full, Can! Thanks for bringing me food."

Candra took one small plastic filling of fruits, "This is her mouth wash!"

Kiran's guess is getting stronger if the Candra family background still holds the old habits. The fruit that Candra gives must be part of the offerings. "This is also the contents of the tray?"

"Hm," replied Candra as she reached into the small jungle knife from the edge of the bag. "You're peeled? I finished eating too."

Kiran shook her head, "Let me eat!"

Sweat dripped from Kiran's forehead, the food that had entered her stomach seemed to want to come out again. His body is like a cheer. The apple that had just been eaten half was placed on his lap.

"Why, Ran?" ask Candra.

"I think I got in the wind, Can! My body doesn't taste all that good, dizzy, nauseous too!" Kiran kneeled her temple while breathing long.

Candra touched Kiran's forehead, "I think you have a fever. What medicine?"

Kiran opened her small bag, there was a private medicine she always carried when going out into the open. Kiran takes pain medication to relieve fever and pain around the head. "Hope this helps! I came down in the morning!"

"You want to get the same tent gear bag that missed?"

"Don't know! The distance is quite far from here," Kiran said as she explained the faint memory of her escape. "I think I forgot the place."

In addition to sleepwalking, Kiran began to think of her turning into a forgetful in just two days.

Throughout his life and education up to university, Kiran felt his brain was not too dull. That is, subjects or courses can still be absorbed easily. It also settles in his brain as a memory of knowledge.

But now, to remember the bad events of yesterday alone Kiran was in trouble. Kiran exhaled heavily while looking at Candra who was also looking at her with a look of pity.

"There's a poskesdes not far from my house, going there?"

Kiran shook her head, "My head is dizzy, Can! Not strong if you have to go far."

"But if here you get worse, the air is too cold and your condition is not too good!"

"Aren't you sleeping bag?" Kiran guessed Candra definitely didn't need a sleeping bag. Besides being used to living on the mountain, Kiran has also seen Candra can sleep comfortably without it.

"Let's go to my house, you can also get treatment at the village health post in the morning." Candra tidied the inside of the tent and forced Kiran to obey her orders. "Let's get out, the tent wants me to unload!"

Kiran complained, his condition was not good but instead invited down the mountain at night. Hopefully he doesn't faint later while walking. "Later if I'm not strong, we'll take a break, Can?"

Candra just chuckled, "Hm .. I'll carry it!"

"Load ahead?" ask Kiran still a fad. As well as imagining what Candra just offered it to be true.

"Hmm, it doesn't matter if you want to be like that!" answer Candra kalem.

Kiran shook her head, also giggling. "Not funny?"

Isn't it romantic if Candra walks while holding her? Kiran's body weighs only 50 kg. While Candra is high, proportional and seems to have extra energy to do anything to Kiran, including pampering and ….

Oops! Kiran bristles not because of the cold air or the magical air around her, but by the dirty thoughts that come from her youthful passion.

Kiran felt like she had blinked twice and the tent was tidy. Even Candra was already standing with her backpack on her back and hands tied to her fingers, ready to take Kiran home.

"Let's go now!"

Kiran shuddered, startled by Candra's hand which was colder than the air around her. Instead of protesting directly, Kiran just sat in, why the hell this one guy does not wear gloves?

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