Srinayu On the Hill of Randu
Chapter 12 | Nights in Remoteness

"COLLECT! You haven't been out 'gate' in a long time'?" After saying, Ms. Srining went back to the kitchen.

In the chair, Mr. Linggih was enjoying his own concoction cigarette. On the table were scattered various kinds of objects; tobacco, clove leaves, cigarette grinding, match-fired resin trees, and other small objects. His gaze stared straight at the passageway that was almost exactly in front of him. Inside it looks quite dark, but opposite it, at the end of it is very bright by the luminescence of sunlight.

"Mom! Here's the match, I've filled the fuel. You'd better turn on the light in the hallway." said Mr. Linggih. He turned his head after a while his wife did not come out. "You know for yourself how I feel about that hallway..."

Ms. Srining glanced over despite being blocked by the wall.

"...When it's dark," added Mr. Linggih slowly and suck his oga

Bu Srining had passed beside Mr. Linggih, and picked up a match, then walked towards the hallway.

Mr. Linggih just looked at. "A__"

"If the hallway makes you uncomfortable, why did you build it?" cut off Bu Linggih while stepping back towards the kitchen.

No defense from Mr. Linggih. His eyes were back on the hallway. Rows on each side facing each other flashed a light of yellowish red flame from the glowing oil lamp illuminated the darkness inside. Black smoke evaporates gleamingly from the edges of the actual flame tongue that appears smooth when observed deeply, infused with the silence of the heart and the stillness of the mind. Like showing a dance of sadness, gloom, even gripping fear.

The almost devised reverie was instantaneous when it sounded from the direction of the kitchen the sound of fryers in action. Then followed by a tantalizing aroma. But Mr. Linggih like not tempted to sniff it. He tried to rethink his daydream, but this time he was thinking of something else.

After being satisfied to daydream, Mr. Linggih expressed his thoughts. "'The gate' is always open. For all of us. Is it time we got out of this isolation? Is it wrong to try to get a normal life back?"

Ms Linggih continued to cook, but listened to her husband's every word.

"Maybe it is too late to restore the happiness of Nayu naturally, which has been lost. But it is not too late to prevent his future from getting darker. I feel there is hope" continued Mr. Linggih.

From behind the crack of the kitchen wall, Ms. Linggih checked the situation outside. He saw that Nyu was still there, outside, around the farm, accompanying Randu digging the ground.

NOT as usual, after dinner, drowsiness attacked Randu early. It was heavy to resist, her eyelashes felt like they were wrapped around and connected by strands of gravel. There was no harm in obeying the will of the night, the lead this time.

"I'd better get this body down soon." Randu stood up and walked to the back, about to go to the bedroom that had been intended to be his.

There was no other way to avoid the three children gathered in the back room. And tonight feels so clumsy passing in front of them all. A bad taste suddenly approached him.

"I feel powerless against this drowsiness," said Randu accompanied by a distinctive knotty smile himself. Chewing, milling, grumbling, gnawing, like someone wants to borrow money.

Nayu just glanced a little curl. His chin rests on both knees raised to the chair. A wide blanket almost covers the entire body. He looked cold tonight. As for Mr. Linggih and Bu Srining, his expression was flat.

No one in the room commented on Randu; prevented or otherwise, advised him to sleep. Increasingly add to the wrong behavior of this atmosphere. Returning Randu added to her smile, which looked even more contrived. It looks really funny. Wry, sour, sweet.

He should immediately go into the room, not to add to the mistake. It was the right decision, he thought.

Not yet had his whole body sunk behind the wall, a voice rambunctious chanting a strand of words, "I guess, the wrong behavior only belongs to girls."

It was exactly the word that had just been uttered. Just look at the look on Randu's face, flushed like a boiled crab. His own shame was firmly attached to the bottom of his heart. But ashamed of what, he himself did not know. He felt an unwarranted misbehavior. To hesitate, to stay there is also the same. But finally, he decided to quickly step away.

Ooh... But the thoughts hanging in his heart were not strong enough to prevent his eyes from getting more and more twitched. Usually, such a thing suddenly turns it into awakening all night. His head was set on a pillow, and it did not take long to be drowned in the dispute.

SILENT. Slowly open your eyes. He could still remember something from his subconscious. His head continued to work throughout his sleep, making his right brain uncomfortable. He tried to get rid of it by lightly hitting his head. Then his view accidentally hit the carvings on the wooden beams of the roof of the house. Its shape resembles a peacock tail that is budding, the tip forms a bending arches, like a roll of waves. Sturdy patriarch with the same pattern in every few cloves.

"Freak confidence," snapped Randu while waking up immediately sitting down the body. He immediately covered his mouth. Then sweep around, making sure no one heard what he just said aloud.

Randu got out of his wooden bed. A moment confused as to what he was about to do.

Actually, he was curious about the time that was spinning. With a little room window opening.

The view outside shows only silence. Of course, this is a forest. Then look for the existence of the moon. From the position, Randu can estimate what time it should be. At least, midnight is still about an hour or two away.

Too bad the watch no longer works when it gets here. No cracks or impact marks can be used as the cause of the damage. Never as he remembered the water. Could it be that nature here was deliberately stopping him?

"My little compass is not working either" he murmured as he looked at the compass that was joined to the straps of his watch. "Hehey... What if the moon suddenly stopped spinning?"

A strange feeling suddenly attacked him, he immediately hurriedly closed the window. The night wind here is very piercing. Not only attacks the bone marrow, but also the nerves.

The palanquin sits pensively on the couch. No entertainment at all. Don't expect to be able to watch movies or other television shows. This situation is quite torturous for someone who has a habit of often waking up at night.

Actually, the entertainment exists. It is even more appropriate to enjoy at night. Randu turned his gaze slightly towards the wall. His gaze glared, forming a straight line towards one more room across from it, separated by a passageway between the two. A room that is exactly the same size as the room he is in now. The room belonged to Nayu.

Anyone who destroys his purity, even if only in the cerebellum, I will kill. Including myself...

Randu's head shook. It seemed as if he was hitting his forehead hard once - when the erotic scent that had once stuck to his nose the other day reappeared, presenting a silhouette of curves endowed with perfection-tiled even to evenly spread all over the head

The sleepiness did not come back soon. These are the four hundred and ninety-six sheep that he counted, and the number will continue to grow.

...Five hundred twenty-one, five hundred two... "...twenty-two..." Suddenly his ears caught the sound of the door opening slowly. He sounded cautious, as if he did not want others to know.

His body suddenly stiffened. Through midnight like this it's time for crime to spring into action. Something from the past is teasing him; a loser. The word whipped his heart, making his body that had been stiff now able to move. He looked at the small closet in the corner of the room, thinking of a simple idea. He climbed into the closet.

His soul was unable to react, should it be surprised or astonished. From behind the slit of the plank wall, standing on his tiptoes, he saw three human figures. Without being told his mind began to wander. Then carefully he went down.

On the bed his body lay limp, while his mind was mumbled in confusion accompanied by gripping fear. His left arm was above his forehead.

It'll sting him all night. This place is starting to feel uncomfortable, there is a mystery that is definitely not friendly. Sandwiched in her veins was an escape. As far as possible, even in an uncertain direction, at this very moment. But he did not find a way, and his courage was also shrinking.

A burst of sunlight from outside rained down on Randu's face. On the side of the window of the room that had been opened at any moment, a figure of the middle body was standing upright looking at him. Hands folded under the chest and the curves of a friendly smile.

"The sun will soon stand on top of the head" said Nayu while glaring at Randu who is still not fully realized.

It did not stir up the anger of Randu at all. The regret that Nayu showed actually made her look so funny and adorable. Especially when he puffed his cheeks and mouth that snarl.

"It's so sweet. I went back to experiencing it like in heaven. The angel and the bright light.," whispered Randu subtly to himself.

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Glossaries

oga: tobacco pipe; hokah