SKULLCAP
9. Es Cincau and Sambal
...9. Es Cincau and Sambal...
“Come, Na!” challenge Saba who ran first.
He doesn't want to lose. “I'm behind you, Bang.” Although the nose is kempis. With the hunting breath. He must not lose and give up the challenge of Saba even though beginners.
Saba stopped when she passed the company from the opposite direction. Make way for them. “Where are you from?” ask Saba.
“Jakarta,” compact they almost all answer.
“Spirit!” Saba sounds to provide a brief motivation. By raising a fist.
While he only smiled back at the greetings of those who reviewed the friendly smile.
“Still far, Bu?” ask him with a breath of breath.
“Gak, in a minute. Spirit, Ma'am,” said mothers who are in the group.
Said ‘sebitar’ which sounded coolant from fatigue. But he knew the word was sometimes biased to assume. So, he doesn't believe too much.
“Not a weekend just pretty crowded, Bang.” He went back down the uphill path by walking behind Saba.
“Moreover the weekend,” added Saba.
They arrived in an open area. He could see the scenery beneath them green valleys and gradcakan hills that spread like a painting. Multilayered. Like joining a cloud.
“Beautiful, yes?” muttered.
“You've been to Nepal?” ask Saba.
He shook.
“Like-it's like this?”
“Masa!?”
“Yes. Except during the winter,” tangkas Saba. “If you're upset you can hang out here. Look there anyway, must immediately lose stress,” pointed Saba.
He agrees with the mangosteen. “If I want to come here again by what path?”
“Lewat kampung Cimandala, Gunung Pancar. But then we'll go home another way. Through that village, though. The track is also pretty good!” Show Saba on the roofs of houses that look small from them standing. “Later we pass the river and rice fields so that the atmosphere is different,” he continued.
“Approximately if here alone can stray not, Bang?”
“Yes, no. Now all the clues are clear and easy. Different from 10 years ago.”
Both stopped there long enough. He was very enjoying. To the extent that Saba invited him to continue the journey, “Ayo, Na continued again.”
A long journey. They finally arrived in Panisan. It turns out that on the hill there are buildings huts that are used to sell and rest for climbers.
Saba asked him to go up to the top of the hill.
He took a picture with selfie. Saba offered to take her picture.
“Abang to be photographed?” bargained for. Saw Saba sitting down after helping her take a photo.
“Have many photos of me here,” I'm Saba.
It took 360° videos. Because of this hill are all the sights without obstacles. Indeed, the scenery presented is very beautiful and amazing.
For a long time he captured a beauty that he rarely saw. Even the rows of ants on the branches did not escape the object.
In the last five years, since his brother died and his mother began to get sick, he has spent more and more of his days at home. Once, his family traveled twice. For example, when Mas Cipta came from Canada took him on vacation to the top villa. Or when his brother who has lived and became an Acehnese citizen came and took him on vacation to Bandung to the place of Mbak Sapta.
There was no major change in his life. Neither before you are gone nor when you are gone forever. He remains in the middle of a family that has a busy rhythm is quite time-consuming.
As the last child, he only felt free time with his mother when he was about to retire. He remained busy teaching until he died.
Abah is a teacher at the college. Where he now goes to college there. While the mother, a worker in the local government agency.
“Na!” shouts Saba.
Make him look at the cottage.
“Your drink,” sergeant Saba.
He put his phone in a bag. On the table were two glasses of green ice.
Saba is seen pulling out avocados. Split it in two. Then give her another part. “Eat,” says Saba.
He enjoys ice.
“Cincau made in Jaja. Favorite,” tangkas Saba.
“Create yourself?”
“Yes. The cinca plant is below, Jaja plant itself. Make yourself. Jaja that we met earlier when picking coffee,” explained Saba. “How does it feel?”
“Enak.”
“Not valid if you come here do not drink ice chincau made in Jaja,” Saba.
Pull the corners of his lips reflex. Then he took avocado cleavage to eat.
“The avocado was the result of gardening alone.”
“O, yes?”
With lips thinned, Saba nodded.
He was quick to press, “Believe, deh.”
A woman delivers a bowl of indomi soup in front of them.
“Thank you,” said Saba to Jaja's wife. And replied, “Sama-sama, Mas Saba.” He brought the bowl closer in front of Nawa.
“For me?” tanyakanya. When the woman was gone.
“Ya, make lunch,” Saba said.
“Which Brother?” Because only one bowl.
“Again diet?”
“Gak too. Yesterday I ate noodles. Today your right to enjoy a bowl of indomi gravy because it has a lot of calories out to come here,” sloroh Saba.
His stomach began to rumble impatiently to immediately eat a bowl of noodles soup with egg-popping. He stirred up the noodles. Smoke billows from behind it.
“Truly Brother didn't eat this?” insinuations. “Enak.”
“More delicious when mixed this.” Saba offers bottled chili.
He took the bottle of chili. Read it for a moment, “Sambal plow.” Then open the bottle and spoon the contents. Put it in a bowl.
“More delicious, right?” saba Tukas. Seeing him who has eaten noodles mixed with sambal.
“Enak. Pas.”
“I must have brought a bottle of sambal if it's hiking or mountaineering. Simple, practical, delicious and participate in marketing local products.”
“Always sambal plow?”
“Can vary. Sometimes sambal onion, sometimes sambal ijo, sambal shrimp, sambal roa.”
“Abang lovers sambal?”
“Love everything.”
“Start,” lamented.
Saba laughed lightly. Then rise. “I go to the toilet first,” say goodbye.
He saw Saba walking to the other cottage downstairs. Then he continued to spend a bowl of noodle soup that felt very delicious. Much better than he usually does himself. Not because he was hungry. Or because the place is supportive.
Be aground. The bowl with a picture of a rooster is clean leaving no one.
“Mas Sabanya where, Mbak?” ask a man who met you in the coffee garden.
He pointed to a cottage below, “Ke toilet,”.
“I Jaja.” The man introduced himself as he sat down and took off his hat. “Bang Saba mah often come here. A week can sometimes be twice if you are not busy.”
“O, yes?”
“This cottage used to make Mas Saba with his friends. Continually entrusted us to take care of it,” said Jaja.
“Pak Jaja has known Bang Saba for a long time?”
“Lama. It's years. Ten years there are times. Even the Cimandala line that opened first, yes Mas Saba. The road used to be difficult, just not kayak now.”
He nodded. There are many stories that add to the information about Saba.
“Usually Mas Saba if you come here like it yourself. Even nights ever are.”
“Night?” the sergeant couldn't believe it.
“Iya. He said look for clues,” gelak Jaja while lifting one leg up on the wooden board used to sit.
Saba was seen chatting with other climbers.
“Mbak, his girlfriend Mas Saba?” ask Jaja suddenly.
He shook.
“Mas Saba has been here several times with his female friends. But rarely. Ask yourself. He's a hobby ride-hailing beginning.”
Saba was seen heading towards him.
“But lately rarely here, maybe busy,” concluded Jaja coincide Saba say hello, “Mana coffee?”
“Already prepared,” replied Jaja. Take an airtight jar from the bag placed next to it.
Saba opened the jar, smelling its scent. “Mm ... fragrance, want to try?” the bargain was offered to Nawa.
His nose smelled like nuts.
“Arabica original product Mount Pancar,” call Saba. He closed the jar again. “When you should try it. Usually if women like arabica because it is not bitter, sweeter and less caffeine,” he added.
Saba put the jar containing the roasted coffee beans in her bag. Then give some money to Jaja. “Cant,” said.
Jaja took the money. Put it in a pants pocket. Then get up and shake hands with them.
He saw Saba laying down her body on a long wooden board. Take his hat as a cushion. Assisted with one of his hands.
“It feels good to be able to sleep like this. Take a break for a moment to release fatigue,” he said.
“Unfortunately, after coming home from here we are faced again with the same thing, it could be maybe even a different thing that raises a new problem.”
“But we already have ammunition to deal with it,” Saba replied.
“Kata Pak Jaja, Brother prefers to go up here.”
“Yes. More free and free.”
“More freely what does it mean?”
Saba sounded hissing and thought. “Imagined free. Without interruption.”
“Interruption means the same to me?”
“Ya .. possible.”
“Times anyway, I never interrupt,” deny. “Keep the nights here, why?” tanyanya. What to enjoy from the night atmosphere in the mountains. Darkened.
“It is only the wilder the imagination. Because the atmosphere is mystical as well as aesthetic,” said Saba.
Mysticism is clearly. But if it's aesthetic, where does it look? He doesn't think out. Saba's thinking is strange and unique.
Saba looks at the watch on her wrist. They've been here two hours. Saba got up and said, “We go home now.”