Ghost Story (The Story of the Angler)
The Story of the Angler (Camping Bag.1)
That afternoon, a chartered car crept on the dirt road at the village boundary. The road was an access to the reservoir, the condition was very bad, only in the form of muddy land lined with large stones that stood out here and there. Last night's rain worsened the condition of the road so that the car could only walk very slowly to the edge of the reservoir.
The chartered car carried six passengers plus the driver, they were Bejo's pack and his fishing buddies were Juned, Edi, Jon, Mamat and Supri. Yes.they have now become a solid fishing team, often fishing together everywhere.
And this time they lure the group by chartering a car. The plan was to stay overnight on the outskirts of the reservoir. Two dome tents were already available, and they also carried portable cooking utensils commonly used for mountaineering. They left at 3pm from home.
Because of that many innate, then they decided to rent a car by paid joint venture. They choose to leave in the afternoon to stay because they want to find a new atmosphere in fishing. All this time they had never fished while setting up a tent.
One kilometer of car crawled on that bad road, suddenly the engine just died. Everyone looks at each other. The driver tried to start the engine again, but the car could not walk as if something was stuck.
"Sorry sir.can't continue anymore.the road is too ugly until the car can't walk anymore." said the driver.
"Well..trus how?" ask Mr. Bejo. "Should you walk from here?"
"Yes, sir." said the driver.
"Jaudah, that's it." said Mr. Bejo. "Look, take all the stuff, we'll walk from here.."
"It's still far, sir?" ask Mamat.
"No longer nyampe sekilo really.." replied Mr. Bejo.
"Decet tuh. in the southern reservoir I once walked three kilos." said Juned.
"It's your own fault, why would you walk.. hahaha.." said Mamat and immediately greeted with laughter from others.
"But please help me push the car first sir?" sahut the driver. "Obviously the rear tire skid was stuck in the mud.."
"It's easy." replied Mr. Bejo.
Finally the whole team got out of the car, put things on the side of the road, then pushed the car so that the rear tire could get out of the mud puddle and turn the direction. After the car passed, they continued the journey on foot while carrying items for camping as well as all fishing gear.
Only Mr. Bejo knows the location, he had visited the spot before, so others just follow Mr. Bejo. Just walking 500 meters, they found a fork to the right, the road was also layered with muddy ground. Mr. Bejo turned to the right, and the others followed.
To the right of the road there are a lot of big trees and thick shrubs. The road was not straight, but curved to the left as if rotating and continued to the left until finally they arrived at a sandy field right on the edge of the reservoir water. Then they found the end of the main road.
Juned was the one who realized it, the small curved road was just a detour. If you take the main road, the journey will be much faster. I don't know why Mr. Bejo took them around. But Juned didn't ask, he just kept quiet because the others didn't realize the road was turning.
"We set up a tent here." said Mr. Bejo.
"Aren't you too close to the water, sir?" ask Supri.
"Emang why do deket..?" mr. Bejo asked back.
"Ntar if the tide, the tent can be kerendem donk.." replied Supri.
"Woo... Is this really in the river or the beach?!" sahut Juned's.
"Water reservoirs will not be as fast as rivers or beaches." said Mr. Bejo.
"That's it. don't understand sir." said Supri.
And the work of setting up the tent began. They are people who are also experienced in terms of mountaineering and camping, so setting up a tent is not a difficult thing. In just 15 minutes, two dome tents the size of jumbo was already standing.
The sun had already started to set as they began to organize their respective fishing gear. Mamat and Jon opened the cookware and started cooking rice, instant noodles and eggs they brought as supplies. Cook this for dinner.
Meanwhile Juned began to wander around the outskirts of the reservoir, looking for dry branches and twigs for the campfire. By utilizing the remaining sunlight, it turned out that Juned had not managed to find a single log. Though the sky has completely darkened now, and Juned lazy back to the tent just to take a flashlight
Finally they began to look to a place that was a bit more up again, away from the reservoir. There he was in a rather airy and bumpy place, many mounds here and there. Juned began to find what he was looking for, a thick wooden board 10 centimeters wide with a length of one meter.
But the plank was half-drowned on the ground, so Juned had to pull it out. Then Juned found another board that was also immersed in the ground, until he finally found six wooden boards that he had to remove. Once enough was felt, Juned returned to the tent.
Arriving at the tent, Juned began to assemble the wooden planks and set them on fire as a bonfire. Then they began to eat dinner together, in front of a campfire, on the outskirts of a very large reservoir. What an immeasurable blessing to adventurous souls like them.
After eating, they wash dishes in the reservoir water, then enjoy a puff of cigarette smoke while chatting together. Jon looks busy with his bag, it looks like he's looking for something. Mr. Bejo seemed to approach Juned and sat down next to him, then he started whispering.
"Ned, where did you get that wooden board from?"
"From above, sir, there are many wooden boards, but kayaks are deliberately planted that way." replied Juned.
"How intentionally planted?" ask Mr. Bejo.
"Yes, all the wood is half-dipped in the ground." replied Juned.
Mr. Bejo's face changed immediately. "Bego really you..! Waduh.ntar malem we must have a problem.."
"Lha how about sir? What problems?" june asked confused.
"Lu know, the wooden board is the graveyard stakes! There's a TPU up there!"
"Well..cook the hell sir there's a grave on the edge of the reservoir?!" ask Juned.
"You can't believe it, we're just going!" sahut mr. Bejo.
"Yes, um.."
"Well, this sampeyan knows us-we sir." grumbled Juned. "Pantesan aja just now pas dateng must muter first, it turns out to avoid the grave to.."
"Let the children do not look at it. if they know, they will not want to camp here.hehehe.." Mr. Bejo laughed cackling.
"Sampeyan kebangeten sir." said Juned.
"Lu don't tell the children if there is a grave above, even at night ngajak go home again at midnight." Mr. Bejo warned.
"It's up to you sir." replied Juned. "Trus about the burned grave stake how is it, sir?"
"Yes it's your responsibility, do not know what malem ntar will be metatengin.. haha.." Mr. Bejo laughed again.
"This is also because the sampeyan did not know if there was a grave there." elak Juned.
"Why don't you have a wooden flashlight?! Don't know if it's a graveyard?"
Intriguingly Juned picked up one of the unburned logs, one meter long, about ten inches wide, and four inches thick. The wood has also been smoothed and painted in greenish yellow, both ends rounded. And there's a man's name, date of birth and date of death!
Juned just remembered, the first time people were buried, then the grave will be marked in the form of this stake. It was later replaced with a tombstone. This wood is really graveyard wood. Juned felt guilty, but could not bring it back again because some of the wood had been burned for the bonfire.
That's when Jon was seen coming over while carrying his bag, he immediately jogged next to Juned, opened his bag and showed the contents to Juned. It turned out that Jon brought four bottles of liquor and lots of snacks. I don't know since when he bought that liquor.
"Wouldn't you like Ned?" ask Jon.
"Well, it's a good fit for cold gini." replied Juned.
"You are. You have brought Jon's idea." said Mr. Bejo.
"Hehe.. just for the angels sir.." replied the Jon.
"Originally do not much, wrong can go to the reservoir lu ntar.." replied Mr. Bejo while getting up.
"Sampeyan didn't come, sir?" ask Jon.
"No, I want to go.."
Mr. Bejo went to the tent to pick up his fishing gear. Edi followed Bejo's pack. They both fishing with a base casting technique with a large ballast tin to keep the bait still at the bottom of the water. Actually they fish at night just to fill free time before going to bed.
The Jon starts opening the first bottle, with the glass he starts sharing the liquor with Juned. Mamat and Supri joined them. Be a feast in front of a campfire on the edge of the reservoir. It is an inimitable thing, the intention of fishing even a feast of liquor.
"Night fishing using the target technique, without buoys and phosphorus, how can you know if there is a fish shot?" ask Supri wonder.
"Pake a feeling." - Juned.
"What feeling?" ask Supri.
"It's going to hold the fish, so you can race the fish through the fishing rod you hold it." replied Mamat.
"It's very difficult." replied Supri.
"Difficult.." lame Jon. "It has to be years of practice to get rid of it.."
"And of course this technique is not for amateurs.haha.." said Juned mocking Supri, who was immediately greeted by the laughter of Jon and Mamat.
Two hours passed, they had already started to feel the effects of the alcohol. Mr. Bejo and Edi had already left the edge of the reservoir, it seemed like they had ended the fishing event that night. Looks three tilapia fish as big as a palm they managed to get. They also joined the other party miras.
"You don't be too late, tomorrow if you can't wake up even not be fishing ntar." said Mr. Bejo reminded.
"Definitely not sir?" ask Supri.
"There are only three." said Mr. Bejo while showing his acquisition.
"Well, tomorrow's a good guarantee if you use moss." said Supri.
"Depending on who is fishing too." said Jon.
"But at least there are fish here." said Supri.
"Gue sleeps first." said Mr. Bejo say goodbye.
"Monggo sir please.." said Juned.
Mr. Bejo and Edi entered one of the tents, while the others still continued the feast. By midnight, three and a half bottles of liquor had been swallowed up, they began to fumble. The worst is Supri. So they decided to stop.
Mamat supported Supri into the other tent, in contrast to the tent used by Bejo and Edi. While Jon was lying right in front of the tent, Juned was still conscious, although his head was also felt spinning indistinctly.
Juned wanted to sleep outside the tent, accompanying Jon who had been snoring was unclear. But then Juned remembered about the graveyard stake he burned for the bonfire, so he went into the tent, ransacked his bag and took his mainstay short. And with the cleaver, Juned threw himself in the sand barefoot, right next to Jon.