MYFATHER
Episode 37's
”OK, Rocket..when to continue the journey..”.
Wayan momentarily made sure the direction he took was in accordance with the coordinate point on the compass and then began to step. It's still about five hours before the sun gets into the dispute. It was likely that he could make it to the region in box number five after walking roughly twenty more kilometers. The distance is not how actual compared to the distance from Bontang to Rawen which must be occupied for one hour drive by car.
This sort of thing has been his food for the past two months. Utilizing his workday which was divided into three working weeks and a week off, he conducted an effective search for the seven holidays, not even reluctant to spend the night in the forest by setting up camp. The goal is only one, if my hiding place is tracked then he can dig their secrets even deeper, who knows, the secret is related to the other kuyang-ku and it can deliver it to families who are still hiding.
Wayan hoped that this route would not be difficult to pass so that he could get there before dark. Hopes of hope, the trees in Rawen are not as lush and unison Bangkirai, the largest tourist forest in the region, is, but the humid conditions of the region make the soil there must be watched because the peat soil can turn into sucking mud. Fortunately the Rocket was not a German shepherd dog so he could carry it or put it in a backpack if he encountered places like steep climbs.
Eve in the forest was getting hotter due to the clasp of the tree trunk that was narrowing. Occasionally, the sound of birds screaming or the rattling of animals hiding underground. The dim atmosphere of the forest raises its own vigilance, be careful not to be surprised by strange illusions that continue to shadow it with a mysterious figure that appears from behind the trees around it. The rocket that was originally eagerly looking for finally pushed out of Wayan's backpack. Put his head on the edge of the bag after finding a comfortable place to sleep.
”Yeah, just leave me alone.basal traitor,” reprimand Wayan laughs to see the muzzle of his dog emerge from behind the backpack.
The discovery of a place that is good enough to avoid wind attacks from various directions. It was good enough to set up a tent. The old man took only ten minutes to set up the tent, followed by preparing a dinner of rice and a can of sardine for himself and Rocket, each with a can of beer for Wayan of course.
This makes the two get excited again, especially with the warmth coming from the campfire that is quite good to fight the cold around. He just had to be careful to make sure the campfire did not ignite sensitive areas of peat soil. A little bit of embers are ignited into the ground so this place is completely swallowed by fires that are common in the forests of Kalimantan.
After putting out the fireplace to cook Wayan felt the need to go around for a while, making sure it was safe from wild animals. He had sprinkled salt around the tent to prevent snakes from entering but larger animals could not be prevented with just a handful of salt.
”You stay here. Keep the tent well,” Wayan said on the Rocket that was reciprocated by tail shake. The dog entered the tent and curled up in a sleeping bag
Cold nights or the presence of humans did not discourage the party in the forest. Cawed frogs, the cheek of a prey-seeking owl, the singing of crickets, or a pair of dancing fireflies appear to decorate the nightlife in Rawen. It seems that nightlife is not just a human right, and nightlife is increasingly surprising when Wayan finds a crowd of strange tall mulberry bushes
He did it carefully. There was a covered path behind him. Surrounding the bush after removing the flashlight from the bag of pants. The flashlight gave him a glimpse of the situation he was facing. The path is overgrown with weeds and reeds on the left-right, mulberry bushes that grow close to make his feet drown in these plants.
He followed the path and left himself guided by it. Not reducing vigilance, Wayan did not forget to break the branches of the tree to leave a trail while meeting the branching of the doubtful road. Every ten meters he stopped to make sure he was alone. Putting an ear when there is an unusual sound. In this dark place he must also be careful of snakes that at any time can fall from the top of a tree or panther that crashing from somewhere behind the bush. Thankfully, everything has been safe so far.
The man did not know how far this path had to go, and how long it would take. Curiosity continues to erode his logic to go further until the path ends in a sloping area surrounded by bamboo. The breeze blew away the bamboo leaves that were rustling with pleasure. At that moment Wayan saw two figures standing between the darkness.from his posture he was sure both were human.but what were they doing in the middle of this remote forest?
His heart pounded as he approached to check...
The man ducked avoiding the branch of the tree that was twisting above his head while half running. The reed of weeds that grew to knee-high was irritated but did not affect him at all because of the thick jeans he wore. Wayan tried to restrain his steps so as not to cause suspicious sounds that would make the two people suspicious.
He held the flashlight bulb by cupping his hands in front of the object's mouth while looking for a place where he could observe the two men closely while keeping a safe distance. Wayan stopped behind a giant sandalwood tree that had barking root muscles and stood about five meters away from the two men, the closest distance between the other trees. Wayan hoped that the night breeze could deliver a clearer sound so that he could eavesdrop on their conversation.
The two people seem to have fun, maybe also finished celebrating something because there is an occasional clap, then one of them is – that women – sing. Wayan frowned, he remembered the tone of this song he had heard in a circus comedy that had stopped in Bontang decades ago.
The circus?
Just in case of removing an object shaped like a magnifying glass from the waist bag. It was capable of distinguishing myyang demon from humans, but he did not know if it was also powerful enough to see ghosts.
”It's fun, isn't it?”
”So how does it feel to ride an elephant?” reply the man.
”It's not good to lift like that. But after sitting on an elephant it feels amazing.”
”Sure, tonight you're the star of the show. Did you see the audience's reaction?”
”That's because they like the elephant doing its job well.”
”I think they like a suitable combination between the two of you.”
”Damn, so you think I belong to the elephant group?”
”Not! You fit to be the queen of elephants.”
”Ih, bwgw. But there is no fun sitting on an elephant.”.
”Fear of falling from a height?”
”The face had feathers and the fur turned out to be as sharp as thorns. My leg was scratched by him.”
”It's a good thing you don't wear a mini skirt.”
”Aduh, don't say that, deh..”
They both laughed and then remained silent. The voice just disappeared. Wayan frowned. He looked up to peek, after waiting for a while finally turning on the flashlight and directing it around. The two men were nowhere to be seen.
”Halo...” greet Wayan with chills, or which may also be a combination of goosebumps and chills.
He came out of hiding and searched here and there, but he found no one there. The two people seemed to have vanished into the smoke. Wayan called again, ”Halo..where are you guys?” only the echoes from all corners of the forest returned his reprimand...
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