Candra Kirana
Mysterious Sounds

Kiran's second sleep was very good, she woke up more noon than yesterday. At nearly ten, Kiran was reluctant to open her eyes. One thing that could force Kiran to exit the tent was her bag of urine that thrashed as it was full.

Still like a dream, Kiran finally woke up to urinate and wash her face. A small bottle of mineral water is divided to clean the lower part of his body and also the face, to remove any residual drowsiness overnight.

"Damn! Candra must have come down from the morning, again go not using a special event!" kiran grumbled as soon as her eyes opened wide and her sleepiness disappeared. Not trying to blame because he himself slept very well.

There was no trace left by Candra, either inside or outside the tent. The young man disappeared, leaving Kiran unmarked, as if he had never been there.

Kiran went inside the tent, looking for the bandana Candra that was worn on the head last night to cover her two ears. Kiran smiled, the object was not lost, found Kiran scattered among the sleeping bag.

Under the sunlight that broke through the trees, Kiran observed the Candra bandana.

Only the triangular white cloth was already very dull, like a table cloth that had not been washed for many years. The edge of the fabric without seams, only in the form of forced tear marks and formed in such a way.

Bandana Candra really contradicts her cool appearance and looks manly.

If the cloth is not from Candra, it feels like Kiran chose to make it campfire fuel instead of having to wear it. Besides being ugly, the smell also makes the chest tight.

But Kiran had no regrets at all, she gave her red bandana was indeed aiming to get rid of the buluk cloth that damaged Candra's good looks.

Recalling Candra, Kiran smirked to herself. How much he admired that figure from yesterday. Is that what you call falling in love at first sight?

Ah, maybe not love, because most women do often suddenly like men who look manly rather than just a handsome face.

The thing is, Candra happens to be a combination of those two things. Kiran even began to chant, questioning what it was like to be in a Candra crib?

"Alright, enough has passed! Time to fill the stomach, clean up and then walk to post five. Who knows if you'll meet a ranger or meet Candra there?" kiran laughed at the white cloth she had just obtained from Candra. Kiran kept it in a bag along with other sleeping gear.

Kiran made milk, ate leftover rice yesterday covered in dough and sausages that were only warmed for a while. After cleaning the cookware and eating, Kiran cleans herself with wet wipes and brushes her teeth.

Dome tent is dismantled and neatly folded. Kiran was ready with a backpack and hat to venture to the top of the mountain.

[Sep, I got on the 5th post today, want to change the mood! Btw me again seneng, the guy I told yesterday was not down yet. I met again the same doi, sleeping one tent Sep, can imagine how salting I am, right?]

Kiran waited until Septi returned the message. He does have to tell Septi every morning so as not to worry.

[Just sleeping? Is there a plus? As for his photo dong, I want to follow his handsome rate!]

[Has no pot, he came in the night, and the morning came down before I woke up. Apes, I slept like a dead man, only ten o'clock!]

Kiran soon gets another reply from Septi. [Awas pregnant!]

[Damn it! I woke up still wearing Septi's full outfit!!]

[Loss dong .. If I were in the same tent with him, I would be tempted first!]

[Basic stove! I want a way, greetings to Surya.]

The girl had not paused the journey to breathe. There is no nonsense as usual, nor is there a stop to drink and manage energy. Kiran felt her body lightly to walk, her backpack also did not make her burdened.

The sun was already overhead when Kiran set foot on post five. There was no sign of human life in that place. Kiran guessed, the ranger was already moving because it was already noon.

Confidently, Kiran followed the path towards the valley that led to the south side of the mountain. The road that the mountain rangers and SAR team may have used in the search for the missing climber.

Kiran's footsteps grew faster, the cloudiness consuming the sun and the mist descending from the top blocked the path she followed. If not to get lost, Kiran should have reached the point that Candra informed her in a moment.

It's just that the southern side of the mountain is too wide and visibility is getting limited. Kiran had not seen or met a single person in the area.

The damn mist and the darkening clouds made Kiran give up on continuing the sweep. Too dangerous. Kiran chose to find a place that would be safe to open the tent because the rain is coming soon.

The tent stood tall quickly, followed by heavy rain and a sizable mountain breeze. Kiran took out a container to hold water from the front end of the tent first before entering and bridging the zipper.

After a few minutes, Kiran's goal was to hear the voices of people talking. Sometimes it sounds not. Kiran looked at her watch. It was still late afternoon, dark formed due to the bad weather.

"Big aps!" muttered Kiran with a grim face. "There is no signal here, may the rain subside quickly so that it can move places."

Kiran put on her ears again, trying to hear an unclear conversation that had disturbed her guts earlier. "Could anyone camp not far from here? Sar Team? But there's a granny voice …."

For the sake of disposing of prejudice, Kiran busied herself with the cooking set. Make drinks to warm yourself. It didn't take long to finish one glass of cereal, nor was it a pack of Kiran's favorite coconut bread.

Kiran managed to ignore the unpleasant situation that plagued her. The intention to move places after the rain had subsided was getting stronger, Kiran only needed to wait for a while.

After yawning once, Kiran calmed down, resting while hoping the rain would stop soon. However, Kiran accidentally fell asleep at the turn of the day to night.

"Let's be carried with a coffin just let's spit!" an old man whose face was covered in white. It was obvious that the voice stopped at Kiran's hearing.

Another man whose voice was younger said, "Come, it just so happens that his son is sleeping! Mumpung surup (magrib), fitting the same as his birth coil!"

"But the boy stinks of pandan, it looks marked, can we please (steal)?!"

"We make sure! How's Mak?"

"Satroni is now!" The voice of the grandmothers was heard giving orders.

"Let's move, hunt the surup!"

The sound of hasty footsteps was heard approaching Kiran. Five men and one woman were standing in front of the tent. One person opened the zipper and suddenly pulled Kiran's leg firmly.

"Ouch!"

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