Dusk Bleak
Buttonhook

“No need to fish!“

“Ampun by ah...“

“Already said also do not come here.”

“Why looks like?“

“Chick sono a bit far!“ the angler was angry to see Claudia go along with Antony.

“People want to see,“ Claudia cuek said.

It was cool that he was sitting near Antony who was already holding the fishing line following the bait in the eye of his hook. Occasional throw. Then withdrawn. And silence it for a moment.

Not long after the hook started moving. Something seemed to touch him. Not the strong current of the river, nor the hand holding the fishing line. But there was something inside that started eating it.

“Pull-pull!“ claudia said excitedly to see the fishing line someone ate it. It could be some sort of crocodile, or a cork fish with tender meat, or hungry labi-labi who are tired of living. And whatever it is can be a relief for the seekers if it really managed to get what is behind the ferocious flood this season. So it is not just the overflow of water that erodes everything and makes the body hot cold, but there must be a windfall left between this pain. Because what is a disaster, if it can not be enjoyed. It just feels pain. But if you can overcome it, including the sadness caused by it, then there will be one good side that can be used next for different situations but feel comfortable for one particular purpose. Suppose like this time, there is a flood, then there will be fish that rise to be shared for the searchers.

“Bentar dong, wait for the kumbul in,“ said Antony who seems to have experienced. At the end of the mine, near the hook's eye, was given a kind of ballast made of lead, or iron formed in such a way, that the hook's eye could enter into the river, which was, and if you do not use the ballast, then the hook eyes will be dragged by the swift river current. Especially when it was in a big flood. However, if you do not use a kind of float, the ballast will reach the bottom of the river, and the fish are reluctant to eat it, in addition to difficult to make his mouth reach. Unless you use your hands. And the hands don't have, just some kind of fin. Obvious difficulty. So the buoy was used to hold the hook eyes to stay floating in the water.

“Ceper-cepet!“ shouted Claudia. Not even had time in Tarik, the fishing line was calm again. Signs no one's eating bait.

“Well,“ said Antony disappointed. “Elu is screaming.“

“Each him silent!“

“This is silent.“

The two also shut each other down. Like a struggling household. No word no sound. There is only silence and the flow of water that ripples softly.

“It was eaten again!“ shouted Claudia who refused to face the silence of the atmosphere.

“Kan noisier again!“

“Eatable.“

“Shut!“

Next both are cool to pay attention to the end of the mine that is so-so. Bait, pull, finish the bait, then throw again. And so on until both of them are completely saturated with this complicated situation.

“Go home!“

“Yuk home, it's afternoon too.“

The flood began to recede and quite a lot of fish were obtained. Four seeds. Large-scale. Fists.