Come Here Datu
Come Here Datu

      The cafe door opened, Cerel's gaze directed at the body from behind the door. "Sister Eli, wait a minute, brother, I'm cleaning the table for a second!" Eli nodded in reply. The girl sat at the table, "one coffee for you!" Eli raises next to an eyebrow and asks from Rey's statement, "free type, please enjoy!" Sit in front of Eli.

      Cerel came out of the dressing room with regular clothes, anti fit style is typical. Standing beside Eli, "sister Leilei didn't come to pick me up?" Eli put down the coffee he had shaved.

      "Sister Leimu is today to his research place!" Cerel's face looked puzzled, "for big brother Leimu's new novel, that's enough that a little girl like you know! Sis has been to the orphanage, the orphanage asked permission to the sister so they can meet you and brother allow!"

      Cerel nodded happily, "when did the mother of the parlour come?"

      "Later there must be news, sit down!" Cerel nodded and sat down.

      "Where did Lei go, sis, suddenly why did it have to be today?"

      Rey looked at Eli, "to Mount Kasali, big brother Lei needs a quick time to script his new novel!" Smiling while sipping coffee, elegant style.

      "Not that it's a newly opened nature tour and famous for its animals!" Rey insists.

      "Finally you comment, I let him, that kid needs some open air Rey!" Stare sharply. Eli was seen laying the coffee plan onto a small plate.

      On the other side of the wall, Ricard left the room while smiling. Bart put his glasses on, the glass screen showed a location, "Mount Kasali, this girl!" Lopsidedly smiles.

      I produce words but I cannot predict the hearts of others. You can control the minds of others but you have eaten the bait of the wiles of your own mind. I'm not the one who's trapped but you're the one who's mired to the larvae. Whatever you and I do as long as it takes the price of someone else's life will still return to our breath.

      Lenia stood with her feet on the rock and the path towards the mountain with the forest on each side of the road as a lamp. Camping backpack with a load that looks abundant. Jogger pants black sweatpants, wear a hoodie and as a complement to gray sneakers on the legs.   

      Dry leaves are the bond of the wind. Green forest and mountain pole in the middle of the sea. The singing of the season ends so differently from the chanting of every poem of history.

      Lenia set up a tent, a few meters behind the camp there is Riam Kusing. Light a small bonfire in front of the camp. Permission requests were received for the camp and lit the fire but, only in particular with a place adjacent to the water source. Lenia got permission for that. Turn on the music on the device, listen to the music with the handset, open the bread and throw a little bread on the ground, "share it important, good-bye!" Chew bread and drink coffee from thermos capsul.  

      Later that afternoon, Lenia puts a 3D led light in the shape of a sleeping puppy and puts it on the inside side of the camp. The bonfire was still burning, Lenia sitting in front of the camp with her curls still tied. The head looked up, a little space to stare at the sky from behind the tree leaves. The music revolved with a different melody, writing on the pages of his book. Hand speed is part of the brain.

      The dance of leaves and branches of trees follows the direction of the wind. The flutter on the bonfire was a bit of a forced beating. The night's arrangement is getting colder. Lenia closed the book and placed it on the side of the camp, as well as her device and handset. Take a bottle of mineral water and flush it around the campfire to extinguish it. Closing the camp door from the inside and into the yellow sleeping bag.

      Silence, which is stressful. The power of nature is not a toy. The birds sound boisterous. The shaking on the tree trunk was clearly heard. The sound of water being played sounded close. Chants from the tumet (a typical Dayak Maanyan song) are heard approaching. Lenia opened her eyes slowly, breathing irregularly and swallowing her saliva slowly. Shadow after shadow outside the camp. Lenia tightened the grip on her sleeping bag.