SANTRIKU STREET
part 12 WHO IS IT

Pov dalari

After the Isya prayer, the event was continued with a bonfire event, to warm the atmosphere that began to feel cold, especially in the countryside at the foot of the mountain, the cold was so piercing that it reached the marrow of Balung.

"The fire has lit up

His light illuminates nature

Light in the light

Merona in the night

Fire of god creation

For all people

Campfire memories fire

Fire sign fighting spirit

Campfire memories fire

Fire sign of Friendship"

The song was chanted in unison by all the students, after the fire started to burn devour his food, dancing in the blowing wind, giving heat to all the students who surrounded him.

After the fire began to shrink, all students were told to approach to proceed to the next event filled by various attractions presented from each team.

At 10:00 pm the event is over, then continued with the sleep event, right, only in the scout activities we sleep using the schedule.

My group members have all entered tents made of tarpaulin with bamboo tinang as a gaper. There's no lighting in it.

"Tomorrow to play at my house yuk" asked Nasrul who was lying next to me.

"Then ah, if you play to the house of the rich, later we are thought to want to beg again" replied Heru

"Do not do that, you often play also to the house" Ketus Nasrul, because their homes are close together.

"But, really, no shame" asked me to make sure because what Heru said if thought there was a point.

"Ask the same Heru, How are my parents' attitudes" Nasrul said.

"His parents are good, just late, so we are embarrassed" said to take a seat bend his legs.

"We woke up" asked Nawir, who was sleeping next to him.

"Know, my body is itching" answered heru while scratching his back.

"Dibilangin, ask to take a bath, even ngeyel, be possessed, just mamam" Ketus Nawir.

"Males took a bath together, especially in the river, later my ideal body was exposed to the media, it could be critical" Heru replied boasting while chuckling.

"Halow even go everywhere, do not play tomorrow to my house" said Nasrul reminded the initial discussion.

"What time is camp" asked Nawir.

"Saying at 07:00 am, we can go home" answered Heru while laying down his body again mat.

"Yes audah Insha Allah" I replied asserting Nasrul's invitation

"Well, be careful if you lie" Nasrul threatened

A trokk!!

A trokkk!!

Trok!!

The tent pole made of bamboo was hit hard by someone, making the tent sway violently.so that made the person inside was surprised by surprise, especially those who had started sleeping.

"Sleep, sleep, don't talk" ordered someone who had hit a bamboo pole.

"Badly, let it get more and more pronounced: a student grumbled while pulling the sheath back to cover his head.

"Who was that" asked Nawir curious because earlier, did not have time to see the person because the pole was outside the tent.

"Si Rohman" answered someone who had looked out.

"Yes, don't think about it. If they are not disturbed, they may not be full. Mending now prays, then we go to sleep" asked me while pulling my legs so that they were covered in a sheath.

"What the fuck is uncomfortable to know, don't get close" grumbled. Heru was upset

"Syttttttt" said a student to give a sign that they are silent, because this is the time to sleep is not the time to talk.

Finally in the tent it began to be silent, only the snores interlocked, filling the space signifying everyone was asleep, with their own dreams. So also with me getting more and more into my subconscious, and finally I also fell asleep drifting in my dream dream.

Suddenly my eyes were covered by a cloth, which was tied behind my head, making my head feel dizzy, because I woke up suddenly let alone just fell asleep, with my eyes closed.

"You all follow my orders, squat down and hold onto your friends, and you need to remind yourself, don't open your blinders" one person ordered in a loud voice.

After we squat both hands are led to hold the shoulders of other friends, as well as my shoulders held by other friends.

"The first one follows this sound" cried the person again, squeezing a bottle of mineral water so that it makes a very loud sound, the sound was heard clearly especially in the silence of the night like this.

Tracks!!

Tracks!!

Tracks!!

The voice began to sound, slowly the students in front began to walk followed by the students in the back, we walked with a crouching state following the sound issued by the mineral water bottle. After a few minutes of walking the sound stopped indicating the trip should stop

"Don't let anyone open their eyes if it gets caught then you will know the consequences" threatened someone's voice.

The voice began to sound again, indicating that we should walk after it, Then after a moment of walking the voice stopped coming back.

"All of you t0lol, bod0h, why are you having such a hard time in school" snapped someone who judged us.

"What the fuck are you, you t0l0l0l spookin Don't open the blindfold, instead ngeyel, take it here, ask someone out loud

Plaques

The sound of a slap sounded very loud, especially in the silence of the night, the sound was very clear, filling every ear that was in that area.

"Push up you" he snapped again making us all cringe at events like.

Moreover, consciousness has not fully recovered, after being awakened by force, making our guts shrink, because the brain has not worked properly.

"Listen yes you, tol0l people if there is more to open your eyes, then you will be punished more than that" threatened someone

Trek

Trek

Trek

The bottle of mineral water began to sound again, and the person I held onto his shoulder, started walking, following again the direction of the sound, if the sound stopped, it gave a signal to stop our steps, To stop our steps, after stopping then Makian, insults and other dirty words continued to come out, from the mouth of an irresponsible mouth. That's how it is if not scolded, well follow the sound of mineral water bottles.

Agrrhkkkkkkk!!!

There was a very loud scream splitting the silence of the night.

"Silent g0blog" someone's bull was followed by a slap.

:Aduhhhhhhhh" a groaning sound like the groaning of a person who feels a deep pain.

"Who is it, Nasrul, is it Nasrul" I murmured in my heart.

Look at his leg like it's hurt someone said slowly but in desire tonight the voice sounded very clear

"Try a flashlight" someone's ink.

"Astagfirullah his blood is flowing very much, quickly carry around" one ordered in a soft voice.

"Where are my feet, ouch" the man continued to groan withstanding the deep pain.

"Nasrul" I sighed as I stood up

"Stay squatting" asked someone while pressing my body to stay as it was "You're all quiet, no one moves" the voice warned all students.

Before long the sound of steps away carrying a groaning sound, No movement after that, only whispers slowly, heard, but not too clear what they were talking about.

Bruuumm brumm burubumm bumm bumm bum brum brumm!!!

There was the sound of a motor that was turned on, but before long the motor was heard away until the sound was no longer heard.