Niken Areline
Asmara

    Twelve o'clock five minutes in the afternoon, Julia Nada sat on a long park bench in front of her office. A little dull but very comfortable to sit. He put a flask of drinking water and opened his lunch box. Thigh fried chicken meat and kale vegetables into the menu. However, the woman's countenance did not seem eager to eat the provisions on her lap.

    Usually every afternoon, under this mango tree, he ate together with Alan. But not today, his best friend contacted him that he could not go to work because there was an urgent need. Then Nada stared into the range of his further gaze. All the employees were sitting on benches scattered in the green park behind this building.

    Then in the distance, Nada saw him. Dimas, he was sitting alone eating his food. Tone's attention was on the drinking water bottle standing next to the man. A red drinking water bottle that is slightly dented on the body. It made Nada remember something again.

Four years ago.

   “My name is Dimas,” Dimas said as he walked back to Tone.

    The two of them were on their way down from their ascent of Slamet Mountain. Both were wearing full-length climbing gear. Sometimes Dimas corrects the position of the carrier bag which is often tilted to the right of his back.

    “I Nada.”

    “So you missed the group fitting again pee?” Dimas asked, at first he found Nada alone standing at post five in confusion. Then take her down the mountain together.

    “Ya, so. Really good, right?”

    “Yes, how many are the parents?”

    “Celevation kayaknya.”

    “So you go up the mountain and do not have time to count the number of members?”

    “Where do I understand? I'm new this first time.”

    “Okay.” Then

    Tone opened the lid of the drinking bottle he was holding. He downed the white water from the red drinking bottle as he stepped. It was clearly splattered and wetting his green jacket. Maybe Nada was a little nervous or misbehaved.

    “Which city are you from?” ask Dimas.

    “Tegal.”

    Dimas stopped and looked at Nada. Looking at the face of the woman

come stop, Dimas said. “We are from the same city.”

    “Totally?”

    “Yes, I'm from the Stage area, if you are which area?”

    “I mejasem.”

    “Lumayan deket,” said Dimas as he turned around and continued the journey. “As a beginner, how do you think it's top there?”

    “Umm, I feel like a better person than when I was at home.”

    “Bene,” says Dimas. “So you will climb again right later?”

    “Sure,” replied Nada while moving the bottle of drinking water from his left hand to his right. “You alone, what are you feeling up there? Do you think you are ordinary, mountain naek? Where is your company?”

    After that answer, the two continued to ask questions and answer along the way. Hold onto trees and look for a non-slippery footing. Many trails of climbers around the ground on the trail. Hordes of apes swarming on high trees. Once in a while Dimas helped Nada to step up, he kept looking back to make sure he was close to the novice woman.

    After hundreds of meters of walking, the fog appeared thick and slightly covered the view around them. Tone starts holding Dimas carrier bag. His face panicked looking in all directions. To the tall trees, the cliff to their right, and, a board inscribed SAMARANTU that slanted on the trunk of the tree.

    “Samarantu,” says Nada.

    “Ya, this is pos four,” says Dimas. “You know what Samarantu means?”

    “No,” replied the girl was getting tighter holding onto her new friend's carrier. Tone starts to feel parno.

    “In this post, we can not make a tent let alone nginep semaleman.”

    “Hah, Why?”

    “Konon anyway people who have ever nginep in this post, they will be disturbed by the same delicate creatures inhabitants of this place.”

    “Gosh!” Tone grew increasingly panicked and accelerated his pace of overtaking Dimas. The girl did not want to walk in the back anymore after hearing the spooky story. “Udah don't need to be told!”

   “Hahaha, okay okay.”

   So panicked, Tone carelessly stepped in. He tripped over the roots and fell quite hard onto the rocky ground.

   “Arrgh!” shouted Tone as soon as his face smelled the slippery ground.

   “Oi, be careful,” said Dimas surprised, then he immediately reached out to help him stand up.

   “Kaku,” says Nada feels pain. His teeth grimaced like monkeys.

   “Can still go?” asked Dimas while putting Nada's left hand on his back. He held onto Nada's waist and helped her walk bit by bit.

    “Can but hurt,” Tone mewek.

    “You're sitting again?”

    “No need,” the answer is upset, but his embrace on Dimas' back is so tight. “I don't want to be in this post for long!”

    The further Dimas helps Nada step, the more often Nada notices the sweat dripping from Dimas' temple. Things that make the girl feel overwhelmed and at the same time feel awkward. This trip down will be worse if I don't meet him earlier. Inner tone

gratified.

    “Thank you,” say Tone.

    “Oh, yes, relax aja.”

    They looked at each other, then continued on their way again. Then Nada realized her drinking bottle had been dented. Maybe he was hit by a tree or a rock when he fell.

Nowow.

    On the park bench, Nada began to eat his food with a sad look. Sometimes the beautiful things that have happened can be the bad things when you have lost them.