Rafa Rista's
eps.1 (story from beach )

ranca crocodile beach, 14:00

The breeze and the distinctive aroma of the sea water filled Rista's sense of smell, his shoulder hair was left in the wind. Rista stretched both hands up and then left and right, stretching. The motor touring trip this time is quite tiring.behind him parked his bike with other colleagues.some of them are also the same stretch like Rista.

"Ah... " Rista sighed "pegel was also in the booby "ruman Rista.

The journey from Bandung to the coast of Ranca Buaya is indeed quite far, especially Rista and friends choose a detour to the south of Bandung, not choosing the city lane, so that the estimate of 4 hours to molasses up to 6 hours. Plus the rocky road and down the hill. But even though the journey to this beach up the mountain and through the valley, the scenery presented is very soothing to the eye. From starting to pass through the lake cileunca, then pass through the expanse of tea gardens that are like a rug, passing a waterfall or waterfall. Even Rista and his friends had played for a while at the waterfall.

But really the fatigue that is paid when they see the beach from the top of the hill. As the little ones found their lost toys, they immediately scoured down the hill, cheering with joy at finally finding their destination. And here they finally, the group to the small parked the car in the lawn, in front of them reached the beach with a beautiful rock.

" cape yeah ay?" said someone next to Rista. He's Ahmad, Rista's lover. Actually touring to this beach too Rista just follow his lover.

" good, but exciting, children also rame" replied Rista while tying her hair.

" thank God if you are cool" said Ahmad again sambik smile "we go to the beach "

gerombolah the child also looks fun playing on the beach, there are looking for slums in between the coral, there are sitting on the beach while dipping his feet into the sea water, there are those who are looking for slums on the sidelines, some are busy snapping with their cameras, and some are busy with their guitars humming.

Rista helps Airil arrange some banana leaves, they will prepare food for lunch. They did deliberately bring supplies from Bandung, in addition to being more efficient, they also did not know the conditions on this beach before.

" Ta, you realize you're not alone" said Airil while wiping the banana leaf sheet.

" ehehehe yes well Ril, I just realized " said Rista while grinning.

" Hopefully no Risih yes, hehehehhe" said Airil while chuckling.

" hahahhaa . yes no Ril, you are good even the same "I replied Rista while arranging the leaves of the pisan leaves.

" Don't call to follow the turing again the same we are, same Ahmad "

Rista simply nodded with a smile. They started to open up supplies from Bandung. Rice, fried chicken, salted fish, stir-fried kale, sambal, lalap, crackers, tofu and tempe fried. All on a banana leaf.

It did not take long, a small group of 12 men and one woman had surrounded the banana leaves to eat together. Ahh.. indeed nikamt one meal after tired of riding a motorbike plus the breeze of the sea.

" Thank you for touring ya ay" said Rista, merrka all have finished eating, Rista was sitting on the reef while dipping feet into the sea.

" Same, ay, I know you are singing touring "

ahmad answered while playing his feet in the sea water.

" I love you" said Rista sincerely, holding Ahmad's hand.