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The Part 30 Camp
Four tents were perfectly erected. The bonfire lit up with a slow blaze but still made it around bright. All the tents face the river. The distance between the river and our tent was not that far, only about five meters.
Om Opon was sitting by the fireplace. A few pieces of fish he cooked. The result of the river near us. He is quite good at finding fish even with makeshift tools. Perhaps due to being used to living in this area, making himself forged by circumstances and making him independent. I was amazed at the catch of the fish, since the first fish that fluttered in the grass. He deftly cleans the scales, as well as the entrails of these aquatic creatures. I continued to accompany him while throwing some short questions about the process of catching, choosing a good fish, to cook the fish with potluck ingredients.
"Nih cobain," said Om Opon then give bamboo that has been in the contents of one fish. I, who was sitting next to him, accepted cheerfully. Smelling the aroma of grilled fish that feels appetizing. It smells good, and delicious. Without being told, I immediately tasted the grilled fish. The hot sensation that was at the end of my finger was not much of a concern. Little by little the fish meat I managed to cuil while blowing it to be cold.
"Hm." I muttered with a mouth that was busy tearing the grilled fish in hand.
"Where?" ask Om Opon with a serious look. Not immediately giving an answer, I actually returned to take pieces of meat with a larger size.
"Is there rice?" I asked and immediately a laugh was created from this man before me. "Enak, Om, I swear. This was using that spice?" I ask as if I can't believe it.
"hey are. Wear it doang. Yummy, right?" ask him excitedly.
"That's a big boy, Om. Really. This is Om Opon I brought to Java, yuk. We open a restaurant. Must be a sell-out."
"You, there's just. I can't leave the land of Borneo."
"Why indeed? Later if you go from the land of Borneo, the knowledge is brilliant, is it?" tanyaku seriously. As a result, I got it in my head. But he laughed instead.
Aunt Rani and Aunt Jean just got out of the tent. They both joined us and enjoyed a simple but special dinner. It's lucky it didn't rain tonight. We could enjoy the night more quietly. Moreover, this grilled fish dish will certainly fail if the campfire in the rain.
Some chatter makes the atmosphere not too quiet. We were even able to laugh with a light joke. A little bit of forgetting the problems we will face. I know, it won't be easy. But I'm sure I can. Find Papa and bring them all home.
"Eh, Om, Om Opon said earlier, if there are residents across there who are dangerous? Who is it, Om?"
"Bil, can you call me right?"
"Huh? Where's the fault, Om?"
"If you want to call a name, Septian only. Do not Om the same Opon also you bring," said Om Opon. Aunt Rani chuckles while looking at me who is still dumb. After a few seconds, I agreed.
"But the real Nabila question, so what exactly is across there, Sep?" Aunt Jean added.
Om Opon was silent for a moment, staring into that dark corner we were talking about. She then took a deep breath, I was already preparing to hear the story that was about to come out of her mouth. I'm sure he has a big reason why he won't come to the area.
"Wow, terrible."
"Have any villagers ever been victimized?"
"Earlier. We even searched the region, but no one came back in the attack at the time. From that moment on, we've all gone in there."
"Is Om the God's death because he went in there, Om?" manya curious.
Om Opon took a deep breath, then nodded. "Even one of the villagers found the body of the god up there," Om Opon pointed south.
"But why did you say this was an accident from the beginning? Cliff up?"
"Well, because we don't want to make the others anxious, Bil. So that there will be no quarrels later, or revenge from our group. Grandpa was afraid that the events would repeat themselves. We can't lose any more members of the group."
Aunt Rani looked so devastated, she was crying, and I felt the pain she felt.
"So my Papa came here for revenge, did he?"
"Initially we just wanted to see to this limit. But then they were desperate to cross when we saw some pairs of red eyes hiding in the bushes. We were lurking from a distance, just to find out if it was true that they were the perpetrators of the God's murder. But one of them mentioned your name, Bil. That's why your father crossed over there. He's worried that you'll be his next target."
"What's? Mention my name? How can?" I'm suffocating with a million questions in my head.
"That's what your father's looking for."
Thunder rumbles sounded breaking the silence of the night. Although at first the sound of crickets melodious throughout the surrounding forest. Everyone stared at the dark sky above. Food is gone, not left.
"You better get in the tent, it's like it's going to rain" Om Opon said.
I looked up again, when something sounded familiar. A voice I've heard a lot in the past. Though there was nothing up there, I don't know why I'm sure someone's been watching us since.
I immediately went into the tent. So did Two aunts and Om Opon. The bonfire was left as our warmers, and also so that the wild animals would not approach while we were asleep later. Even if I have entered the tent, it does not mean I will immediately sleep. Instead I want to keep an eye on the situation around from inside the tent. I need to be aware of all the possibilities that will happen later. Moreover, we are already very close to their territory. The area that is allegedly is a place that is abstinent to be visited. But at least I know where Papa, Om Gio and Opa are. I just wish they were still alive there.