SELAQ
Episode "Is this Love?" (50)

The wind howled loudly. Slapping Blokpentes' body like an invisible giant hand. On top of a high cliff, among the terrible explosion marks of mount Samalas – before finally becoming Rinjani – Blokpentes creep like spiders.

The sun in the east is starting to rise. Burning with might, every inch of the earth there. Surprisingly, even though the light was burning, the air on the cliff felt colder.

It is difficult to explain in detail how the shock of Blokpentes in the half-way creeping cliff. Legs grinning. His hands, too, are not inferior.

“Pentes-pentes, what the hell are you really looking for here?” ask him to yourself. Breath gasping. Her gaze is twitching. Just a little careless, the Segara Anak Lake that gaped far below will swallow it just like that.

He paused for a moment. Look at the wide face of the cliff.

His hand was still tightly holding the grass that grew on the sidelines of the cliff rocks. While the tip of his foot, perched on a rock bulge and a small cliff cavity.

At that point the path was cut off.

“Good. Calm yourself Blokpentes. Imagine there is a wide road ahead. Yeah, width. And you can run safely and quietly,”

Then slowly he took his breath. Regulates the beating heart rate. After a little more calm, he shifted his gaze slowly. Looking down, look again at the cliff that will be tracked next.

But in a hurry he pulled his face again. Shrink his face. Close your eyes tightly. “Huu ... still terrible,” lamented grimacing.

His breath returned. Neck choked. All of a sudden, he missed a mouthful of water, flashing his arid throat.

“Will my history end here? Who cares. Even if I end up falling and lost in the mouth of Segara Anak. No one will cry for me. Ah, at most only Bolo cried for a moment. After that, he will make new friends again. Happy and forgets me forever. Or will he be glad I'm dead? Not likely. I haven't paid her five-pound debt. He must have cursed me until the afterlife,”

Blokpentes. Mind fucked. Head hurts. Creaking. “I won't let him hunt me down to the afterlife, just to pay the debt,”

After gathering the remaining energy, Blokpentes crept back up. Tracing the cliff rock bulge. Squeeze feet between the crevices of the cliff rocks. Breaking through the roaring wind and whispering a terrible death!

“No, I don't want to die yet,” he's suing himself. Imagine his body as light as cotton. And convince yourself, the grasses that grow thin and rarely are as solid as steel wire whose roots are stuck to the bowels of the earth, then say, “Meret det!”

And as the sun grew tired of perching at the top of the sky, and then slowly anchored to the west end, the Blokpentes reached the end of the cliff.

“Hap!”

With a remnant of energy, he jumped. Throwing away his body avoids the final challenge of the steep cliff side. Without handle. Without footprints. It's a long way away. About three spears!

He convinced himself to be able to pass the obstacle. Even though his little heart was arguing.

“Omong empty!” inner exclaiming.

Blokpentes had no choice. Back is also free. His strength was only two hands left. It was in his two hands that were hanging on the sharp rocks.

The tip of his hand was reddened with blood. His two feet are also dead. Also dripping fresh blood from the skin and flesh slashed with sharp rocks.

“Wusshhh!”

Blokpentes' body slammed down. His hand failed to grab the branch that stuck out at the end of the cliff. The distance of the three spears was too far to jump over with the rest of the power.

“Dead, you finally came too,”

Blokpentes. He closed his eyes. Just let his body fall deeper and deeper into the bottom of the abyss!

***

There was no reasonable reason for Pancalita to remain in that hut. Rickety shack. With a hole here and there. Mosquitoes and insects that are so brutal suck their sweet blood.

Oh yeah, that goat smell too. Why did Puq Amet prepare a room there. Room not far from the goat house. Did he not forget that he was the princess? The honorable village chief?

However, he missed the affection of Inaq Bangkol who greeted him softly every day. As soft as wheat flour. Preparing him a morning meal in the form of a plate of rice bristles whose fragrance makes you fall asleep. Not to mention the tender cooked venison, spreading a seductive fragrant aroma.

After that, wine or sweet wine will be found in a luxurious copper cup!

When night falls certainly no less authoritative dishes. Village cook, serving food flavored with secret spices. Then it is served with a special arrangement of great worship food.

Once the tongue tasted the main menu such as fish, chicken, goose, sheep, cattle, to deer, the pleasure is still felt until waking up the next day. The village cooks knew only how to pamper the village dignitaries. Serving delicious food can only be told a sensitive tongue.

Dinner is covered with the best fruits of Lolo village produce. Banana, Salak, Pomegranate, Wine, Buni, Cempedak, Gandaria, Genitu, Kemang, Jamblang, Matoa, Dewandaru, Rumbia, Sawo, alternately fill the banquet with village dignitaries.

So if now he has reached the lowest point of staying in that place, Pancalita is no longer not at home. But bored. Bored of boredom.

A week passed and he started the morning in that rickety hut with yams, yams, and yams. Then night came with yams again, yams, and yams. Oh, it feels like his tongue has just first come to know the honest meaning of gratitude about the luxurious life in the village hall.

There is a variety of fruit, food and sweet cakes, to the meat of the game that the hunters proudly give their best meat to the village head. Like the pride of a young man giving the best flowers for his beloved lover.

“If it wasn't for him,” whispered it in the heart. In the deepest recesses of his soul. Pancalita was even ashamed to move her beautiful lips like a mangosteen cleavage, voicing a betrayal of her heart that was hard to forgive.

That heart.

It was beautiful when the young man was nearby. All the suffering in the rickety hut disappeared instantly. The hut turned into a magnificent and charming palace with huge pillars that were solidly white in color. Cloud-white. Although the reality is fragile inedible termites and mossy.

The weeds and grasses changed. As beautiful as the dahlia flower, menur, up to asana.  Then the big banyan trees. The big and thick bearded, turned beautiful like a beautiful flowering Rajasa tree, wungu, to Campaka.

That is if love has blinded the eyes of the servitors. Satan will also look handsome, dignified and adored, even though the way of his love is full of stains and sins.

“Why hasn't he arrived?” pancalita. It froze in that banyan tree with a thick sideburn dangling. Since morning blind he has been sitting like a lifeless statue of Togok there. Waiting for the presence of the man who made her fall asleep like a honeybearer.