Execution Island
Jarot And Kubil

Jarot And Kubil

     The big tall man named kubil came down from behind the wheel, then circulated the view to the right and left side of the narrow road that only one vehicle could pass.  His eyes did not blink in the slightest observing the movements of the surrounding trees and shrubs that were swaying in the wind.

     The look on his face was tense, portraying his heartbreak. Clown, of course. Pupus is already a shadow of a big bonus and a plus service that has been presented in his imagination. His feet stepped into the grove of reeds, but his heart was worried. 

     His courage was instantly lost when observing the growth - shrubs and reeds - reeds as high as approximately two meters that overlapped. Large trees that embrace each other and copy thrust when blown by the wind, increasingly revealing the dark side of the mysterious island.

     "There's no way I'm looking for them to get in there. Could die silly of me" he cried inwardly. Amidst the excitement and frustration, randomized - hair drizzle on his head. From the sidelines of his thick lips came the words - the word makian .

     "Aaahhhhhh..fuck !!!" the hardic. The large tall man spontaneously turned around and instantly his feet floated. He kicked an innocent car. But unfortunately, he was in pain and screamed so - so.  

     "How, where are the boys ?" jarot asked curiously and fully probed, when his friend had returned. His right hand pinched his own nostril so that fresh blood stopped dripping from it. The one being asked only shook his head and snorted in annoyance.

     "They escaped, got into the bushes that penetrated into the forest" Kubil replied. 

     "How will you explain it to the big boss ?" asked the bald guy a bit emotionally. His tone rose and his eyes pierced his friend's heart. 

     "I don't know. You're the one looking for an excuse. After all they all ran away because of your recklessness !" answer the big tall guy does not want to lose. Even his index finger he pointed right at the face of his interlocutor.

     "So you blame me. Don't you see my nose is broken and bleeding, while you're just dumbass letting them run !" the bald man named Jarot is getting emotional. They almost both hit. But at the right time there was a sound from the pocket of bald men's pants. Not to disappoint, immediately raised the call.

     "Where are you guys, I've been waiting since. Quickly bring in those kids !" yell somebody across there. Jarot looked confused. Don't know what he's got to say. While his friend did not lose his geils.

     "But boss...."

     "But what.! , quickly take them. Put them with the others" the man the boss called. 

While from a distance there were voices - voices of people whimpering, screaming and other voices that were heartbreaking. The bald man was stunned for a moment when the creepy voice entered his eardrum. 

     "Hey bald, you heard my words !" snarled the big boss. Feeling ignored, his anger peaked when he never got an answer. Just contact it makes the guts of his interlocutor.

     "But they've run away boss."

     "What did you say?, run away... !"

     "Yes boss. They fled into the forest" replied the bald man. Jarot can no longer cover up the real events. Every now and then he steps to and fro to relieve anxiety. His interlocutor sounded emotional. 

     "Job just like that, you're not so damn good. Now you choose, find them until you can or you go back ashore and find the other kids !"

     "Good boss. Now also we are back on land" replied the bald man. His eyes turned toward his friend asking for approval. 

     "Remember, now the demand is a lot. So you're looking for as many victims - as many !"

     "Good boss ."

     "If you fail again. Then your lives are at stake, okay ?" threaten the big boss who is enough to make the guts of a bald-headed man who is silent sculpting. He could no longer answer, as the connection was cut off. 

     "Basar old bangka, usually just angry - angry. Because stroke just figured out the taste, you !" The swearing in was thrown from Jarot's mouth. With a shaky step he returned to his vehicle.

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     The two teenagers lay themselves in a large mahogany tree root. Sometimes their hands hold stomachs that have not been filled with food since last night. 

     "My stomach is hungry Pan" said Arif slowly. His eyes glared at every tree, hoping that there were fruits that could prop up his stomach. Typhoons that feel the same way go in an uncertain direction.

     "We should walk again, who knows there are fruits that we can eat" 

     "Alright" replied Arif briefly. When the two got up and were about to step foot, suddenly a snake sizzled right a few snails before their eyes. His tongue poked out as if it felt the state in front of him. Suddenly these two teenagers gasp, shocked and panicked into one.

     "Don't move the Rif. Calm down" said Typhoon. His eyes continued to observe the movement of the beast. He understood, if the slightest mistake could be fatal as a result. The head of a shrill snake - a contortion ready to swallow its prey alive - lives. While the tail is wrapped around the hanging roots that dangle.

     "What are you going to do ?" ask Arif in fear. His body was trembling withstanding the intense fear. How not, his whole life spent in the city. Seeing a snake would have been a very terrible thing for him.

     "Just calm. Don't move much" said Typhoon. Slowly he stepped quietly. Unexpectedly, the snake that had been hanging on the tree root, now darted with fangs ready to peck at the victim. Arif closed his eyes, unable to witness the extraordinary event. 

     Her lips screamed as a split second of sharp teeth and fangs would pierce through the skin of her friend's body. But unexpectedly, the Typhoon was convoluted. The snake bite hit the empty space, as the Typhoon shifted its body to the side. 

     Along with that, his right hand caught the tail of the beast. Then as hard as he could, he slammed his head into the tree trunk in front of him several times. Cold sweat poured out so hard, when he realized he had survived death. 

     "Alhamdulillah" he said with a big smile. Arif opened his eyes and was shocked in astonishment. The netraya observed the carcass of the snake with its head broken. Then he took a look at his friend's body, as if in disbelief. 

     "Great you, Pan." 

     "Here you go, let's continue the journey" the Typhoon took his foot. Arif followed his friend's steps. The look on his face was still astonished and amazed by what had happened.

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     In a room not too big. Sitting an old man with grayed hair. The sixty-year-old looked agitated. His hand was knocked several times - knock it to the table to expel the shock of his heart.

     Tok tok... 

     "Lock !" he cried as the sound of knocking on the door blew his daydream. Shortly thereafter, a man in white clothes with a headgear.   

     If observed carefully, his appearance is like a doctor who is practicing. Or a doctor who is doing surgery. His hand wrapped in rubber gloves carried a large envelope containing several files .

     The old man with gray hair grabbed the gift earlier. One by one the files were opened and then he signed. 

     "You'll make sure the package gets there in time. Do not let them be disappointed" said the old man with a sharp look ahead.

     "Every boss" rushed the man out, continuing his duties. When the door opened, it smelled an unpleasant smell. Lamat - lamat heard the sound of moans, screams and even maki scolding, alternating.

     Not even five minutes the door was closed, now it opens again and again presents an unpleasant aroma. Currently stood the fat man. Her body was sturdy with shoulder-length hair. His hand could not be separated from the long-barreled weapon that he crossed in the chest.

     "Boss called me ?" ask the new guy. In front of him, the big boss was checking the files scattered on the table. 

     "Two boys just arrived. Escape into the forest. Now you look for them until you can" said the man called the boss. 

     "Good boss."

     A moment later the long-haired man turned back and left the room. Soon he gathered his men. Ten people gathered.

     "You two find the boy around the beach. You two go into the forest, walk around the river. Check around the hill. And you two walk the road that the car can go" 

     "Ready !!!" shout them simultaneously. 

     "Three of me will go through the entire area of the island" exclaimed the long-haired man again. He is in charge of security in the entire area of the mysterious island. Soon, they set out armed with a long-barreled rifle and a dagger at the waist.

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     "Eating this, you must be hungry" said Typhoon, his hand handed over a forest chicken that had been turned into grilled meat.

     "It must be delicious" Arif exclaimed with a big smile. While the Typhoon is still twisting - twisting other village chickens on the fire that continues to burn. 

     "By the way you learned where all this is, Pan ?" Tanya Arif curious. When his teeth tore through the grilled meat in his hand. His mind kept popping up questions about his friend.  

     Because after all the Typhoon is just a street busker who dropped out of school. But his gaze changed when he watched his best friend paralyze the snake very quickly. And his cleverness to hunt wild chickens, make fire to serve very delicious grilled meat. 

     "Your max... ?" 

     "where can you do all this, learn from ?" ask Arif again. His face looked at the look on the face of his friend who was now eating his rations.

     "Ooooo. All that knowledge I got from my brother. He used to take me up the mountain or down the forest. There are so many things he taught me"

     "Lucky you Pan. Having a brother who loves you very much. Unlike me who only lives alone with my mother" 

     "Prophe Rif. There must be a silver lining" said the typhoon as he patted his friend's shoulder. The typhoon got up and rushed to cover the former fireplace with leaves. 

     "Next how Pan. I'm afraid that person is still hunting us" Arif said with a worried face. 

     "I think so too. They're definitely not gonna let us go. You wait here, I'll climb up the tree to see the situation" Typhoon replied. 

     Soon his body was in the highest branches of the tree. Circulated views in all directions. It looks like a huge wilderness. As far as the eye can see only trees - large trees are visible. 

     "It turns out I'm on an island !" it's in the heart. He was shocked when he looked at the coastline that was invaded by the waves that came. He also saw a vast expanse of weeds far away in the higher plains. It looks more like a hill. Then he turned his gaze in the opposite direction. 

     "Isn't that the building I saw yesterday, when the kidnapper chased. What building is it ?" back he is entrenched. Faint - faintly heard voices - terrible sounds carried by the wind. Although it is not clear in the ear, but enough to make a feather stand on the nape. 

     While below, Arif looked restless. He repeatedly looked in all directions. He was left alone. Worrying when the beast pounces on him, or the kidnapper returns. 

     From a distance came the sound of a creepy crow. His heart rate was getting worse, hoping his friend would come down to accompany him. He looked up to call his friend to come down quickly. But it turns out the Typhoon has been perched on the lowest branch. With a tense face, he extended a hand. Give the code so that his best friend quickly go up. 

     "Hurry up on the Rif, there's a guy on his way !" storm a little freaked out. With Arif's body pulled up, then they rose again towards the highest branch. 

     "Who are they Pan ?" arif asked as he watched the two men walk from a distance.

     "I don't know the Rif."

     "Don't they be the kidnapper's man" Arif said again. Highlight the eyes of the two did not turn away from the two people who were trashing the lushness of the weeds.  They continued walking, his eyes wildly scanning whatever was passed. In their hands standby rifles that are ready to spew sharp bullets. 

     "It seems to have something to do with them. Let's just calm down. Don't let them know where we are" replied the Typhoon again. Her index finger placed in front of her lips gave the code for her friend to stop talking.  

     Now the two big boss's men are getting closer to the tree on which are the two teenagers they are looking for. Without any suspicion, the two continued walking. 

     "Stop !" yell one of them. Then he squatted down and observed a lump of meat before him.

     "What meat is this ?" ask the man to his friend. Observe the meat is still warm. While Typhoon and Arif appeared agitated, his facial features implied worry. Both of them focused their hearing to find out the contents of the conversation of the two people below. 

     "Maybe it was the bird that brought him here !" his friend who is still standing. His hand pointed towards the crow horde that let out a terrifying sound.

     His distinctive voice shrill unpretentious - sahutan. Dozens of crows are now flying around - swirling over the huge building seen by the Typhoon just moments ago.

     Hearing his friend's answer, he got up. Then continue the search. Meanwhile, on the top branch. The two teenagers were able to breathe a sigh of relief and calm. 

     "Alhamdulillah" they said simultaneously. The two then spread the view to all corners of the island. Enjoyed the scenery they rarely saw.