INDIGO “SANG INVISIBLE MATA”
CHAPTER XI STORY ON WHITE SAND BEACH
(West Lampung, 09.00 WIB)
(Akbar's Point of View)
Just the day before I returned to Palembang, Uncle took us to the famous Beach in Lampung. Tourist attractions where there are many visitors during holidays, White Sand Beach.
Departing by car because many luggage made my ears hurt and nausea attacked me. How not, the car that should be filled by 6 people increased by 3 people let alone my little nephew. Can not be silent and noisy to make my head spin non-stop, but I hold the nausea until at the beach.
“Bar is okay?” ask my bude who is sitting in the front seat
“No what bude” replied me
Not wanting things to get worse, I opened the car window and breathed air from outside the window. To get rid of the bad feeling I was playing around with my Uncle's car glass. Up..down..up..down..down.Ahead a few minutes later I was bored and back to see the watch.
“How long ago what arrived?” ask my inner
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(White Sand Beach, South Lampung)
My brother and I entered first accompanied by Bude while Uncle and Om took care of the entrance ticket to the Beach. When entering the territory the first time I already felt a gust of wind blowing in the face.
My view is distracted by the beautiful and fascinating scenery of this one tourist spot, understand first go to the Beach. But I don't think that's the reason, the scenery is so beautiful it amazes me and breaks my perception.
I thought it was just the tides plus the tobacco on this beach, but I pulled it back. The trees, scenery, and sand of the beach are quite beautiful make me not want to waste time.
“Don't forget to change clothes first if you want to get wet” said my Uncle came from behind
A few minutes we changed clothes, without embarrassment in public, fortunately because we were already wearing double clothes from uncle's house. Without further ado, my closest niece Irul and I ran to the beach.
“Byurr” sound of water slamming into my feet
“Whoo chilly.” says Irul “Come bang race run until there” trimnya
“Oke who is afraid” I replied firmly ”One....two....three...” I calculated the start time.
Irul who immediately ran unconsciously immediately I stopped, “Hei Irul wait.Kan I have not finished counting. Not one to three but five” I said pranking Irul
“Heeee” he looked annoyed when I pranked him, I just laughed seeing him back in line again
Time passed, playing in the water, taking photos and sunbathing all the different activities my family did. But after the sun was high above the earth, we regrouped for lunch.
Various kinds of typical Lampung and Palembang food in front of my eyes, but the most interesting to my eyes is the chicken soto made by my aunt.
“Rul accompany me briefly” when just drinking coconut water feels my bladder is unbearable
“Where are you?” ask my dad
“Mau to WC” I said while pulling Irul
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(House of Ainur, 12. 30 WIBS)
(Ainur Viewing Angle)
“Haaa, Holiday at home continues. Ma, let's take a walk where's the cake?” my embryo
“Try taking papa first new mama” Mama back to the kitchen to prepare lunch
“Pa..” is not finished I'm talking but papa has cut it
“Sibukkk..” says papaku
“Huuu busy keep”
Got an answer from my request was not fulfilled, there was no option for this semester's holiday I was just at home. Although there are my friends who often play at home but they also vacation with family.
But when I think in loneliness something reminds me of Akbar, I somehow feel like meeting him. The terrible events of yesterday still remain in memory, as if unforgettable. Attempting to catch suspects from school abuse tragedies decades ago.
“But strange anyway, how I want to help him and the IPA class kid” thought I
Even so I feel used to experiencing it, should I have been more afraid at that time or am I really that brave?.
It is impossible for this to happen all of a sudden, even so I felt myself as strange as the two of them. Who and why am I like that?
I myself know.in my house there is also something like that, called a subtle creature. Even I knew there was something inside me, close to me.
My eyes were on the name of the caller who called me, “Fahri? What's he want?”
Fahri my classmate, indeed lately he often approached me. Somehow I know if he has feelings for me but I said “He doesn't suit me or I don't like him”.
Not just this once but every time I get close to a man, they must have put a taste in me, shot me and finally the same, I refused.
This is why I was disliked in my Junior High School, because I was considered a school flower so other girlfriends stayed away from me.
“Tit” I refused a call from Bareta
I opened something else, reminded of the boredom I saw Whats*** to find good news, who knows there are fun activities. Sure enough, the class group is full of chat and messages, and,
“Let's make a bakar-burn party”
“Come!”
“Burn what?!”
“Selah toast chicken, corn kek”
“Ohh I thought burn home wkwkwk”
The content of the conversation from the class group was that they wanted to throw a burn-out party for the IPS 2 class.
“Bolek” I was also interested and participated in the virtual world conversation
“But in whose place?”
This was a question that left everyone confused, as if not finding an event venue would not be done.
“Sorry my house is full”
“UP first bosku”
Various reasons came from my friends so that their home was not used as a venue for the event. No one wants to host me, I also intervened by saying I could hold the event at my house.
“Ah how about mama later ya?” ask yourself “Ya already talk to mama first deh”
Finally a deal was made, a burning event would be held at my house.they agreed to roast corn, sausages and chicken. The event will take place on Wednesday, after the joint venture money has been raised.
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(White Sand Beach, South Lampung)
(Akbar's Point of View)
“Bang is not yet?” yelled Irul to me
“Sabar woy, again konsen nih”
“Byurr” As soon as I finish and flush the rest of the dirt
“Over time?”
“Difficult not to go out so long”
I washed my hands before I came back, that's where I felt an awkwardness. A woman was standing on the edge of the toilet door with her face down, I thought she was just waiting for her friend or brother. Shortly after washing both hands clean, I approached Irul.
We both walked past the woman, I looked a little at her but it was strange that Irul did not heed the woman. When I came out of the bathroom, I asked about my awkwardness,
“Rul chick earlier what?” I asked Irul
“Which girl?” the statement from Irul's mouth that made me confused
“That's the one on the toilet earlier” I pointed towards the toilet
“No bang, besides it's a guy's toilet. Where any girl enters”
I was stunned to hear the words of Irul just now, I swallowed those words carefully. Until a few minutes until I and Irul returned to the family tent, it turned out to be true said Irul.
“Where a girl goes into a men's toilet. Then what did I see earlier?” thought
CHAPTER XI STORY ON WHITE SAND BEACH....FINISHED