Execution Island
Waiting

Waiting

     In the Typhoon Old House bustling with guests arriving. Mr. Sholeh and Ibu Wati are seen serving every question raised by their neighbors and relatives. It is also seen that Arif's mother was sitting on the marble floor with the others.

     Although the look on Mother Wati's face is still clearly illustrated by sadness. And still looks puffy from crying. But he still serves every curiosity know the neighbors and relatives who come. That way he was also a little comforted because of their concern for Typhoon and Arif.

     Not infrequently among them threw a joke that made the whole room laugh loosely. Of course, the goal is to comfort families who are lost so as not to be constantly veiled with sadness. 

     "How are Typhoon and Arif, has Toni told you ?" ask a distant relative of Mr. Sholeh who came far to ensure the safety of his nephew. The man whose age was under Mr. Soleh was standing by the door. He stared at the face of a couple who had entered the age of twilight.

     "Since Toni left yesterday. He has not told you" replied Mr. Sholeh slowly. 

     "Riko hasn't been home since Toni's pick-up. He's got permission to help Toni find Typhoon and Arif" said a fat mother. His big body he put on the wall, while his legs were thrust forward. This woman is Riko's mother.

     "Hopefully my son and son Arif can return home safely" said Ibu Wati Lirih. Occasionally his hand wiped the droplets - a clear, dripping bulb.

The husband embraces his wife so as not to dissolve in sadness. 

     Their compact lips assure the do'a of the host. There are also those who are carried away in grief. Unknowingly her tears came. 

     Now the state of silence. All silent in silence. The average citizen of the old man also felt the sadness of Typhoon Dan Arif's parents. Not long ago, in the middle of each other's daydream. There was the sound of crying roaring - roaring. 

     "My son Ariffff... , where do you want huuhuuhuuu..... !"  the sound of heart-wrenching cries and words that made the entire room crisp, thrown away. 

     "Arifff.., go home son .. huuhuhuuu.... !" her crying became more and more - so, even more hysterical. His hand hit - hit the marble floor. While his leg kicked in no direction. Wati's mother rushed down from the sofa and immediately calmed the woman who was the same age as her. 

     "Sumi.. calm Sum. Pray that our son will be safe. We leave everything to God" said Wati's mother. Other mothers helped calm the woman named Sumi. They encouraged Sumi to continue praying for her son's safety.

     "Thank you mommy for her support and prayers" he said. Her tears were still wetting her stye cheeks. Occasionally a negligee is worn, used to wipe his face wet by tears.

     "Drink first, so that your mind is calmer" said Ms. Wati as her hands thrust a bottle of cold water and a glass glass. Sumi's mother greeted him slowly.

     "Take care of you."

     Sip by mouth a mouthful of cold white water flows through his dry esophagus. Now his face looks more relaxed. The worry he can not cover, but he can already control himself.

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     The serene atmosphere within the wilderness of a place where Typhoon and Arif were estranged, did not make the hearts of the two at ease. They felt a strange air. Like there's something really terrible on the island that they're on now. 

     The feeling made the two more frightened while the wind carried the scent of carrion and the smell of carnation that came alternately. Their sense of hearing is also forced to catch strange sounds. The voice of people whimpering in pain, screaming, crying, even the voice of people who are struggling. 

A lot of thoughts were raging inside their chests. The sound of birds - deafening crows. Plus the sound of friction trees clashing against each other because of the wind makes the heartbeat of both faster.

     "What do you think of Rif ?" ask typhoon. Both of them relax on the edge of a small river where the water flows from the top of the hill. His face was engrossed in seeing multicolored fish swimming before them. Every now and then he stomped his feet into the water.

     "I remember my mother. He must be very sad because I haven't come home yet" replied Arif. His hands occasionally threw pebbles at the fish - small fish that swam nonstop.

     "We're the same Rif. We have to leave this island." 

     "Yes Pan, this island is like keeping a lot of secrets. Full of mystery and creepy" said Arif again. His gaze glared up at the sky that looked overcast. Occasionally his eyes caught a flock of passing crows. 

     "But I'm curious about the huge building we've seen from above the tree."

     "Why Pan ?"

     "You don't see, tens or even hundreds of crows are always spinning around on top of that building, Rif !?" 

     "Yes, I was surprised too. What is that building, Pan ?"  tanya Arif is getting curious. 

     "Are crows not vultures ? " Say Arif again.

     "Rif Betul. I don't know, maybe around the building there were a lot of carcasses inviting them" Typhoon replied, ending their conversation. Because now he has poured himself into a river that is not how deep it is. 

Arif was fixated for a moment before finally jumping along casually.

     The two of them swerved around in the water, relieving the unease in the chest. For a long time the two played - playing in the cold water of the river, before finally a voice surprised them.

     "Hey... You guys are fast up  !"  shouted a tall skinny man standing on the river lip. Its index points right at Typhoon and Arif. Next to him the man with the tattoo adorning his arm looked smiling. 

     "They are on vacation on this island. Uahahaha....  !" the loose laughter of the man with the tattoo on the arm made the two teenagers come to a realization. 

     "Quick you're up, or this gun will draw you to another realm. Uahaha.... !" once again the man laughed with an echoing voice.

     Typhoon and Arif looked at each other. Both of them went up to the ground. With fear enveloped the entire body. The typhoon dared to ask. While his friend just bowed. His head first shriveled when he heard the clash earlier. He lost his nerve as his eyes scanned the long-barreled shotgun ready to spew hot lead.

     "Haha..... !!" both are together with laughter. 

     "Hey snot boy, we're waiting for this island. Come quickly come with us !" exclaim tall skinny man. His hand immediately grabbed the shoulder of Arif who had been holding back the fear. But the Typhoon reacted faster. The hand of the man with the face of the roar. Arif immediately shuffled, docked to the side of his best friend.

     "my friend wouldn't go with demons like you !" exciting Typhoon. Both are ready to run to save themselves, but his steps are blocked by both of Jhoni's men. Sixty-year-old man and gray hair.

     "Bad. Where are you running to ?" said tall skinny guy. Her lips revealed an understated smile. 

     "You're just running away. On this island there are still many wild animals. Instead of you dying in the Tiger, you better come with us !" exclaims tattooed man. Quickly he closed the movement of his prey so as not to escape.

     Typhoon and Arif looked at each other. The two had no choice but to throw themselves back. Uncommanded, the two turned around and immediately jumped into the river. 

     The two men of the big boss Jhoni just gawked, not expecting their hunt to go back into the river. A tall, thin man prepares to aim for his prey that never comes to the surface. 

     "Don't. Boss wants them alive !" Excited man with tattoo on arm. His hand pointed the tip of his friend's rifle that was ready to spew hot lead down. The maximum so that the intentions of the tall thin man are canceled.

     "Keep how ?" asked the tall skinny man in astonishment. Indeed the commander ordered to arrest the two children. So how to catch it, if not disabled with *****. The inner turmoil happened to him. 

     "We just follow them. After all they will not be able to leave this island" said the tattooed man. His eyes continued to observe the movements of his two hunts in the water. His steps accelerated following Typhoon and Arif who had not yet surfaced. 

     The second step stopped as the shadows of the two teenagers in the water stopped moving. Arif and Typhoon did not continue their escape for a long time. They just stayed at the bottom of the river without moving. 

     In between - between the lips both tucked a miniature bamboo-shaped plant that they reach from the edge of the river when splashing themselves. It is this hollow stem of the plant that helps both of them breathe in the water.

     "They stopped !" exclaims tattooed man. His hand pointed towards the shadows - the two teenagers' shadows in the water. 

     "Quick you drag them upstairs. After that we leave it to boss Jhoni" exclaimed the tall skinny man.

     "All right." 

     The man whose arm was covered in tattoos was preparing to throw himself. He took off the long gun and put it on the ground. Not to forget, brown leather shoes are also removed. Now he bent his body, ready to jump.

     But unexpectedly, something terrible happened. Suddenly, Typhoon and Arif simultaneously jumped straight up the surface of the water. The right hand of the two grasped the stone taken from the bottom of the river and threw it towards the two men standing on the river's lips. At high speed the rock as big as a tennis ball shot and then hit two different targets.

     Instantly, the two men of Jhoni collapsed to the ground with their heads smashed against the rock from the bottom of the river. The tattooed man immediately died with the skull of the head broken in the crown. The tall, thin man lost his life moments after his skull broke on his forehead.

     "How is Pan. We killed them !" exclaim Arif. His face looked panicked watching the two people who were fresh in shape, now lying lifeless.

     "If we don't kill them, it could be them who will kill us, Rif" Typhoon casually replied. Arif. He couldn't believe what he had done. Actually, he only follows the aba - aba and code given by the Typhoon while in the water. Now he watched with his own eyes the dead body of the man he had killed.

     Typhoon swiftly pulled the bodies of the two men who had become bodies and threw them into the river to be carried by the current to the high seas. After that he threw two long-barreled rifles into a rather hidden bush. 

     "That's it. You have to be strong" Typhoon said as he handed over the dagger taken from the two bodies. 

     "Perhaps after this incident, we will experience something more terrible. So you have to be strong" said Typhoon again. He patted his best friend's shoulder a few times. He did not want Arif to be weak because they would face the ferocity of the wild on the island. And both must also be prepared with events - events that are unexpected. 

     "All right, I'll try, Pan" replied Arif. A hint of smile was seen on his face after a moment ago looking tense.

     "I'm sure they will be more eager to catch us because two of his friends have died in vain" said Typhoon while walking away from the river. 

     "Well what should we do Pan ?" asked Arif looking at the look on his friend's face. 

     "We'd better find out first why we were kidnapped. And what does that have to do with the big building over there" 

     "I agree, Pan. But how do we know. The building is heavily guarded" 

     "The only way, we have to go there at night. For now we should hide in the hills there" said Typhoon while pointing to a plateau far enough from where they are today.

     "Alright, I want to immediately break down" Arif replied casually. The two then set foot towards the hill which is to the west of the island. Sometimes the two joked about the funny events they had experienced while searching for sustenance as a street busker. 

     The second step stopped when the Typhoon arrived - suddenly picking yellowed fruit ciplukan. Quite a lot of fruits that are about the size of the marbles they get. Not waiting long they eat it, filling the stomach that had been whimpering for filling.

     "Is this harmless Pan ?" ask Arif to worry. Observe one by one the fruit carefully.

     "Not dangerous Rif. This fruit can be eaten" replied Typhoon. There is regret in him. Supposedly when they were in the river, he was looking for fish, snails or anything that could be processed into delicious food. 

     "Why Pan. How do you even dream ?" reprimand Arif when his neutrality captures the look on his best friend's face. 

     "It's okay what Rif. Never mind" answered the Typhoon while chewing the delicious-tasting fruit.