Srinayu On the Hill of Randu
Chapter 16 | Four Sekawan

LATELY Nayu has become quiet. This angel seems to be shrouded in grief, like experiencing deep suffering. His days are more daydreaming. Maybe, because it's been locked up in this forest for too long. Or it could be because the Pandu is getting boring. I don't know. He no longer cared about the srinayu who invited him to play, his bare hands no longer caressed the farmland. His carrier turned into a lazy figure; gloomy, dark, and the like. Like the joy of the stars devoured by dark clouds. It would be very bad for the universe if the state of the goddess continued like this.

Nayu got up from his seat, from a heap of dry straw. However, when something shocking appeared in the distance of his eyes, his body that was about to leave suddenly fell silent. Randu who had since noticed Nyu, was also no doubt surprised at something that was very unexpected at all. Instantly, he immediately stopped spinning his brain - who was thinking of how to restore the joy of Bayu. Perhaps, it is time for Randu no longer need to bother, someone else will do it.

The four human shadow figures in the distance stepped closer and closer. Not wanting to wait until he approached her, Nayu rushed towards the house. Stay Randu who is now forced to give a speech. At least one word: 'Welcome!'

One of them smiled. A face that angels often use as a mask to approach humans who are virtuous; nose pointed, beautiful eyes staring warm, and a lump of perfect body. There is really nothing wrong with him. Amazing charm, which can make a woman instantly melt. That young man is very handsome. He is like a perfect full moon. But, to Randu, it did not create a deep impression. Another case if Bayu is facing.

"I'm sorry for our arrival.... We are bold to enter your yards, without first asking permission.suddenly and uninvited." The handsome one started to speak with such a polite tone. Not forgetting to smile, so harmonious with her soft square tapered chin.

While Randu was still silent. Still can't believe what's in front of him. This place was no longer what he had thought it was all along. It's not just him who gets a chance to find her.

"Say we are lost..," someone continued speaking. His hair was flapped, combed towards the front, and his eyes were round like the eyes of an owl, as well as the shape of his face; round.

...Kisanak, continued Randu complete the words of the man in the heart. And, finally Randu spoke, "Yes for sure."

Suddenly a responsible haired girl over the shoulder approached Randu. Fruiting small chest, but looks ripe chewy, and beautifully puffed in a faded green tanktop blended plaid shirt. His subordinates were wearing army frying pants. He then extended his slim, smooth hand. The nails look shiny by the polish of a dark purple coat. "We should get acquainted first. I'm Rei." While blinking his eyes flirtatiously, which was swept by dark blue maku-up around his eye peluk. Probably arabic. He is very similar to the vocalist of the band The Cranberries.

Then the others each introduced themselves. Menon, Kori, and, "Zillian," said the latter, a man with unique stripes, narrow eyes, white skin, long hair almost shoulder-length. His body was tall, like a skinny wooden puppet. Its head is small, and it has a narrow, pointed face, a sort of inverted equilateral triangle. Reminds me of oil funnels. The style of dress is obsessed with the figure of the samurai; cobrai coats, gray, semi shirt loose collar shirt light blue, long sleeved open buttons, activate Japanese patterns in the form of a dead leafless tree, and so on, the cherry blossoms fell, and a hummingbird was floating on the satin cloth. To complete his appearance, do not miss a sword-wood-toys tucked in the side of his waist. Samurai lost.

Randu smiled amusedly by himself. "Is there anything I can help you with?" He tries to stay friendly. Sticking to the presumption of innocence for a while now. However, secretly the worry slipped into his little heart. Especially when he looked at Menon. His hunch says all this is not a good sign. Sure do. Any young man who is in the position of Randu will think so. Which amateur runner is unperturbed against an Olympic athlete. Randu can be a heavyweight rival.

Soon Nayu is back. Not alone. He was with Mr. Linggih. Meanwhile, in the distance, Bu Srining stood in front of the house, watching the uninvited guests, folding both hands on the chest, as if as the first defense fortress.

Mr. Linggih greeted politely, "Are you lost?"

"We thought so" one of them named Menon answered Mr. Linggih's question. The young man who had first greeted Randu.

From behind Mr. Linggih, Naju steals look at these foreigners one by one. His gaze was a bit long so hit the slick Menon. Chest vibrates. It is only natural if it happens, including if there is a sense of admiration. Secretly this young man also felt his interest in Bayu, and would probably continue to grow. In proverbs, perhaps this is what is called 'happy style' and unity; 'love at first sight'. Disgusting, of course for Randu.

"It's best to stop by our hut first. I think you guys seem to be very tired," said Mr. Linggih offering kindness. The good that people really expect to get lost. After all, there is no better choice, continuing the journey is the same as 'playing gambling'.

Menon looked at her friends. Everybody nodded.

A new story is about to begin, and the sea will not be calmer than before.

The earth behind the hill, the covert life, the other world, or whatever other similar designations, the reality here can no longer be called a secret place. In fact, maybe his mystery will also fade. Over time it will turn into a transmigrant settlement. Will cross the streets, and stand a market place for people to gather and sell. This place is no longer quiet. Where will mushroom hatred, cruelty, gluttony, cunning and various other human diseases. The sanctity of this place.

Ms. Srining stared intently at her husband. He could not hide his anger. Mr. Linggih is considered to have made a mistake. Breaking what he himself believed all along. "You've razed this forest to the ground." His view is getting sharper. "You said the forest was alive. They can feel pain. We should be able to respect each other with nature.

The Wungu Sparkle is the home of astral creatures that guard this forest, they blind the human view from seeing our residence. Now that they're no longer giving us that protective curtain, anyone can find us. I thought, those kids aren't the last, we're still gonna have another guest."

Mr. Linggih raised his head, then stood up straight from his seat, then away from the edge of the bed. The words of his wife do have a point but, "I don't want the plant to again endanger our lives. Forced...."

What Mr. Linggih has done is actually an expression of his frustration towards the dangerous plants last time. He considered the existence of the plant more wreaking havoc. Almost the life of a Randu can be taken. After that he decided to destroy the plant. Scorch it to dust. Although the guilty one was actually Randu, barging into the crowd of plants that spread that deadly scent. But is that really all Randu's fault? Is not the aroma that persuades Randu to continue and continue to follow him, to find their existence. Or this is the negligence of Mr. Linggih, someone escaped his supervision. Despite all that, maybe Mr. Linggih has loved Randu very much. In that case, it is quite natural what Mr. Linggih did. No one can hurt Randu.

"From now on you must really protect us." Ms Linggih hugged her husband. She tried not to cry, even though her eyes were teary.

All of a sudden, "Do you blame Randu?" Mr. Linggih looked deeply into his wife's eyes.

Ms. Srining stared back even deeper. "No," he replied as if full of conviction. You've hurt one of these wilderness dwellers, my husband. Part of the 'family' where you took refuge...

It's a bright morning. As bright as Nayu's heart.

Three clothes were on the bed. And this is the fifth dress that tried to bandage the body of Nayu. He smiled a little. Face beaming. It even looks shy. Indeed, such is the behavior of a virgin girl, if you feel getting attention from the male beetle, as happened in recent times in the self of Nayu. He slowly brushed his front hair to the left side, while his slender body swirled around with his tiptoe heels, making his wide knee-length skirt bother to follow the direction of body movement. Well, where is he going to show off his legs.

Nayu who had become a gloomy, now cheerful back.

At least he has paced three times in the middle of the house. I don't know what kind of activity makes it so. Seems like a misdeed.

Nayu was back to get out. His steps towards the front door of the house while carrying a medium-sized kettle. The shape of the tip is raised, the hose is shaped like a goose's neck, and the stalk is like a harp frame. The whole thing is made of aluminum. Looks like the surface is still shiny, like it has just been cleaned.

The four new guests, sitting relaxed in the front room. Enjoy the hospitality of the host while having a small talk. A dish in the form of warm sweet tea and a plate of fried foods with a variety of flavors, shapes, and tastes. Every now and then their attention was distracted by the movements of someone who passed by somehow a few times. At that time also always accompanied by a fragrant aroma. The sweetness of a young woman.

Rei stood up. Something interesting came to his mind.

"Where are you going, Rei?" seeing her friend who suddenly left, Kori immediately asked lightly. Meanwhile, Menon's gaze, also seemed to imply a curiosity.

Rei did not answer, instead fixing the bottom of the location of a super short-sleeved tight white shirt that was lifted up, so that the back can cover the base of the buttock. Then immediately stepped away while whistling cheerfully in the style of a cowherd boy. Sheep can also.

"Leave it," Menon told Kori trying to calm down, "You'd better go back to sleep, too" Menon continued, pointing at Zillian who was still not awake from her sleep until this afternoon.

Kori looked towards Zillian. "Well.ha... Poor thing. It looks like he's so exhausted."

Menon nodded slowly. "He himself wants. I had offered to share the burden, but he insisted on carrying it himself."

"He's obsessed with being the strongest human being" said Kori stuck while pushing the nosy hands of Zillian to hug his waist. "Just get on with your sleep."

"I dreamt of meeting an angel" Zillian said suddenly. Meanwhile, his eyes remained closed. His voice sounded clear, as if he still wanted to continue his sleep. I hope no one speaks out loud anymore. Such a dream is very precious.

"Actually you're not dreaming" Menon added.

"I think so," Kori thought the same. "Even the smell of his body I can smell."

Plaque!

Punching the right arm of the friend next to him.

"Aw! That's so loud stupid!" yukkak Korimenjerit pain.

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Glossaries

children: more or less the same as you, you, friends, colleagues and so on. This kisanak is a pronoun and classified as an old word, often a greeting word in various dramas/colossal films.

astral: spirit or subtle-being, and the like.

The Cranberries: is an Irish band founded in Limerick in 1989. Dolores O'Riordan (Vocalist).