Srinayu On the Hill of Randu
Chapter 26 | All About Stretcher

RANDU became a calm figure. The style of speech is flat, there is almost no turmoil of intonation. He also became a friendly and polite figure, looking into the eyes of his interlocutors. Not sharp. But instead, his eye rays emitted a light of peace, warmth, an aura of friendship. He no longer wanted to patronize, pretentious, and no longer spoke in a hurry.

His daily life increasingly made the people around him confused. He often disappears suddenly, then reappears suddenly, without greeting or pleasantries. It is now going crazy to work, without being taught and without being asked.

Regarding diligent work, Mr. Linggih of course happy with the state of this Randu. Ms. Srining also splashed out on the positive effects of the change. Ever on several occasions, found the dining table has presented a variety of side dishes and a basket of rice. It is not every day Randu presents it, but it is quite happy. However, the positive side, can not eliminate the concerns of the two parents over the change of attitude and the nature of Randu.

It was like building a garden. His behavior, like a romantically driven nobleman. Like a love addict who is harboring a hidden romance desire. Like the patient who is comfortable with suffering and heartache, is proud of his melancholy and sentimental verses. Resembling the behavior of a prince who was struck by a terrible romance stirred up in a beautiful village girl, in the confinement of disapproval parents—raja and empress— to approve the relationship between the caste of the crown prince.

The living room has four windows. Big again. The four are wide open. And it's always like that every day, wide open. Even sometimes, no exception when lightning rain comes to see you. The free wind in and out sweeps the entire room, spreading cool air and expelling sweat away from the pores. It's a pleasure to relax during the day under these circumstances. The more complete with the presence of several types of food that can be eaten at will. While sipping warm tea, it feels endless grateful for all this. Currently, in this room, there were only Nyu and Menon. Incidentally they were getting a small task from Bu Srining, making a glutinous ketupat. Nayu who made her rhombus nest from young coconut, while Menon filled it with glutinous rice.

"Where to go? Have you been traveling?" asked Nayu a little kidding. Her smile is so sweet.

Menon scrunched her forehead, and raised both of her palms upwards. "As always..," his ideal was flat, no wonder what Randu's behavior was.

They kept talking, making friendly jokes, throwing smiles at each other, laughing happily. Their love rope is getting tighter. The days passed were always full of joy. It was hard to find the curves of frowning, the look of sadness, the face of gloom. It's all about happiness. If so, the heart will no longer get a chance to speak. Enough with the outer skin alone, strokes on the face that represent. That is precisely what can unconsciously make humans can no longer feel happiness, until finally they wonder to each of them, 'Why is my heart bland? My feelings aren't passionate?' Happiness becomes cheap, trashy, trash-like stuff that can easily be found anywhere. So, a certain time will miss back the taste that had been lost.

"...You think so...?" chase Menon. He was so excited to tease Jayu. So the more reddened the cheeks of Nayu, the more blushing his face. Looking at the face of a lover is indeed a pleasure that is immeasurably delicious. No exception in broad daylight.

"...Looks like..."

"Wood... Shh...!"

"Ow! Menon...! Keep your attitude, yeah!"

Then Nayu and Menon laughed out loud. Cheekak giggles. Cengar grin not necessarily direction. His name is also kasmaran.

EVERY conversation is almost always about Pandu. All about Randu. It became a hot topic of conversation. Become a laughing stock. Raw materials and the starting place of all gossip, both cheap and luxurious circulating. Make people feel at home to linger talking. Especially when in a favorite room; the living room.

"... his social soul is enslaved ..."

"... most also look for attention, look for face ..."

"... holy grail ..."

"... he became a woman .. love flowers ..."

"... I saw a flower tucked in her earlobe .. terrible ..."

'... also cooking .. he enjoyed it ...'

'... listen to this .. it turns out that he has also become a dandy ...'

'... Where are you sleeping tonight, Kori...? ..."

'... tonight I will go back to sleep in front ...'

'... hua.. ha. ha. ha.., what he is considering himself an arjuna ...'

'... the sakti who is under the task of building a thousand temples .. I am sure his feelings are so ... or ...'

'... where the jinn obey under his command ...'

'... he is a true dreamer ...'

'... unmistakably, he is in love ...'

'... to you, Rei ...'

'... I think it's with Nayu ...'

'... for sure, his sanity began to be disturbed. beware ...'

Rei who was more silent again said, "...Maybe he wants to be a florist. Sell it to the city."

"Why did he plant it near the pond?" kori asked while chewing on a piece of cake.

"That's a reasonable thing, there's no need to go all the way to find water to water the flowers," replied the pretentious Menon.

"Not... I reckon... Sandu likes beauty. Near the pool will look more interesting, looks exotic. The blood of an artist flows within him" Zillian said.

"It turns out he's romantic too huh," Rei joked shamelessly.

"Ha. ha..," Ziliian laughed, he had another opinion about Randu's romance, in contrast to the shadow in Rei's head, "Don't expect Rei too much, Randu likes Kori. And Kori too..."

Kontan alone Kori immediately glared at Zillian sharply. The food that is in the mouth, wants the taste immediately spouted out, in order to be able to cuss Zillian faster.

"Fuck you," said Kori. Sounds unclear as if you are gargling. And his eyes were wide open, with food stuck in his throat. Instantly his hand in the fog tried to reach a glass of water that was still too far in reach.

"Nih, please," Zillian said, offering a glass of water to Kori.

Rei and Menon smiled blushingly. "Hm... Really Kori?" chirps Rei. And Kori was increasingly gulping down water. His eyes were watery, blushing, suffering from suffocation.

A similar atmosphere, also hit this couple. Randu became an impromptu celebrity. There is always something interesting to talk about him.

"...Being meek, helping me cook, helping your work out. From ponds, rice fields, fields, to flower gardens, "bu Srining umbar again. "What has happened to him? Flipping through the arrangement of his nerves in such a way as to. in an instant, suddenly, and for no definite reason... Like being electrocuted..."

Mr. Linggih continued to listen. Beards slowly, and wiping his nose.

"Maybe because of the impact on his head, because a high-power electric shock is impossible to hit him here" continued Bu Srining.

Mr. Linggih was still silent. He felt he had no right response. Then unbeknownst to his wife, Mr. Linggih smiled to himself like a mentally ill person. Electric waves of love power mega-mega-watt.

"After this what else..," continued Ms. Srining.

Mr Linggih has not commented. Then she brushed her hair with her hands back. It seems that he is starting to feel anxious and irritated.

"The conversation is also unclear. With me he now uses more complicated and strange prose-prose..," Ms. Srining continued chattering. Utah Randu had dragged her into the valley of panic. Makes him creepy, because he almost thinks Randu is not sane. This middle-aged mother really could not turn a blind eye to the insane changes in Randu. He wanted to show his care, give help to Randu. When possible. But he himself did not know how. The reason he didn't know. "He also often got poetry... He is like a poet."

Seeing his wife so worried, Mr. Linggih finally spoke up, "Just calm down, Mom... Sandu is fine. If you want to worry, it should be since his first arrival to our place. It's weird, but it's harmless. He hasn't hurt anyone at least until now."

"I'm not worried... Nor is it my concern, Randu will indeed not hurt ready__" replied Ms. Srining but immediately stopped herself, then let out a long sigh. Stretchers... Stretchers...

On the uphill side, Randu stood staring at the sky. Among the weeds, witnessed by the rocks, on the grass and the pepasiran, there he was berating fate, accompanied by tears flowing slowly on the cheeks. About himself, himself, and himself, in the shade of the wound above the wound. It was as if he was the one who covered the earth, not the other way around. How heavy.

"Love... Why is it so hard to get love...? Is it because I'm late to give love lust... Is it an inevitability of love to be bound with lust...?"

The sun was slowly beginning to sink. It felt like waiting for the time of the phenomenon to end. Then in his heart was a longing. The supposed longing, the everlasting longing, which is often forgotten for a man like himself. Maghrib arrived, Randu raised his palm and then covered his right earlobe.

Randu's mouth seemed to be shaking slowly. He intends to chant a series of 'greetings' at dusk. Then, the first sentence immediately reverberated...

"Allaahu akbar, Allaahu akbar..."

Silent. The quiet silence he felt. Even his breath did not dare to sigh. "...Allaahu akbar, Allaahu akbar..."

"Asy__hadu allaa ilaaha.... Ash__hadu allaa ilaaha...."

His chest shook violently. And it felt as if the cold was penetrating his entire body. That's chilly.

"Asy__hadu anna Muhammadar... Ash__hadu anna Muhammadar..."

Arising from within him an overflowing feeling of joy. The sadness, the pain, disappeared out of nowhere. The name drowned his soul and body in a great peace.

"Hayya 'alash shalaah... Hayya 'alash shalaah..."

Crossing over it hundreds of swallows in a hurry as if being chased for emergency time. Followed by the hordes of bats that were marching restlessly. Then came thousands of insects of various types that are busy flying there increasingly. That is, the sky suddenly crowded by winged creatures that pass by.

"Hayya 'alal falaah... Hayya 'alal falaah..."

Trees waving at once accompanied by the roar of the wind, the tares were subdued even lower, and the flying dust soon fell to the earth.

"Allaahu akbar, Allahu akbar..."

The situation returned to silence and silence.

"Yes lilaaha illallaah..."

Randu closed his eyes. His body seemed to be floating lightly without any burden. His thin body seemed to be able to accommodate the entire earth; oceans, water, fire, earth, mountain, magma, sword, nuclear, tiger, monkey, ant, robber, traitor, rocks. Everything was. He's sure of it. He feels capable of doing anything at this time. Nothing burdensome for him. Life is a gift.

"WHERE'S Randu?" ask Mr. Linggih to Nayu.

"She's out there, still busy with her work... About the garden by the pool. As if being hunted for time, having to finish his work before dawn arrived," replied Nayu straightforwardly.

"Can't we continue tomorrow?" ask Mr. Linggih, as if assuming that Bayu can represent the heart of Randu. "Day is night, dusk has passed."

Nayu laughed a little. So sweet. "He he's... Tomorrow...? Maybe his spirit is not as great as tonight. He realized that, maybe. Or he is afraid of being attacked by other thoughts... There are still many ideas that are waiting in line in his head, one of them set up a palace. Yeah, one of them is."

"That's good," said Mr. Linggih as if defending Randu.

Nayu's face was slightly pouting. "Randu's mind likes to change... It's like he has no stance. It's hard to guess. His personality is not just one. He could be another figure all of a sudden."

Mr. Linggih was surprised to hear it, even though he himself was aware of it. Randu has a dual personality.

In the eyes of Nayu, the current Randu was like a possessed person. Grow crops in the dark night, relying only on the dim moonlight, with a piercing cold. Not at all concerned with the longs of coyotes. Horrible, imagine what's in Pandu's palatable. I don't know what kind of spirit lives in Randu's body.

Nayu closed her eyes. Trying to dive into the feelings of Randu. Far, far away, to the deepest bottom; the mouth of the heart. Depth without light, silent and gripping. Only the sounds of water bubbles could be heard, which were flocking in a race to the surface, which would then break apart, before having a chance to concoct words. Many times Nayu tried and tried. No leads at all. Sandu's heart is completely unreadable. Nayu was frustrated, tired, helpless. He lay weakly still watching the moon slowly creeping, as if to leave him alone. So quiet.

last night so, during the day this is also still the existence of Randu.

Even though he already knew what Randu was doing, it still made Nyu feel curious. He could not bear to come closer and closer.

The closer he got, the more cautious he was. Not so sure about his actions this time, as if Randu is a high blood sufferer who easily climbs apoplexy.

He looked at the young man, really looking serious about his work.

But really, it is the desire that is implied weak that moves Bayu, in order to get a chance to be alone. They have felt it, and want to feel it again. Thrilling shadows of despair, a bewildering heartbeat, an odd peace that creeps in the middle of silence.

"When are you going to expand the size of the pond, make it a lake...?" tanya Nayu braved herself. While Randu remained busy arranging his plants.

"Are you no longer interested...?" nayu continued hesitating. For a moment his heartbeat stopped. He looked again at the young man well. "Or because it's not easy to make it happen. Imagine how heavy it is... Hm... At least five six times wider than this pond." Nayu took a deep breath, held back, then exhaled as gently as possible. Safe.

Nayu's questions managed to make Randu feel disturbed. He straightened his body, looked at his work for a moment, then looked at Naju full of investigation.

Nayu felt uncomfortable being stared at like that. He squeezed the end of his shirt.

"You look along the edge of this pond..," Randu tried to string the best words, ".it has been planted with beautiful flowers..." While his face looks smug.

"You just move the flowers, and go back to your funds. If you can't be alone, we're willing to mem__"

"No way..," cut off Randu. "At any rate, a small pond surrounded by a flower garden seems to be more beautiful than a lake." Randu then quietly stunned. His mind drifted far away, leaving the nearby Nyu. Far.

Returning from his journey, Randu said, his tone limp uninspired, "All is limitless. Time's up, it's time I stopped my silly dream."

"Time...?" Nayu became increasingly clueless with Randu's explanation. "You really don't have to give up. Did you not realize, there is so much human power that can be utilized now. And most certainly, my father will always be faithful to follow your every idea. He was one of your adorers. In fact, if you ask, I'm willing to intervene too."

"Ha ha ha..," Randu laughed at hearing that. Meanwhile, it doesn't feel like the job is done. However, Randu deliberately left a patch of land, as the only entrance to the pool, then he sat cross-legged there.

"Fatigue?" nayu asked as she was about to take a sitting position as well.

"Lumayan," replied Randu accordingly. Shift a little and fix the sit

Randu and Nayu sat side by side. There is hardly any distance separating. Too close.

In the siege of the beautiful flowers, covered in leaves, the sides of their bodies they touched each other. Shortly thereafter came a flock of beetles carrying a choir; discordant and buzzing like a tangled cassette. Not very entertaining. After the honey-producing insects left, three four fish drowned on the surface of the water. His eyes were saying kamit, as if he was teasing a pair of human beings in front of them, then left without guilt.

Each heart becomes as calm as the pool water. Peaceful cool, at the same time provoking the opposite feeling; disquieting. There are no words to say, it is time to speak from heart to heart.

Small, small, almost inaudible, almost unattainable, far echoed, but kept trying to keep each other informed. Change between doubt, belief, and emptiness. Until arriving at the end of the day was only gray twilight they got. If, enough of the dark color becomes a memento to face the night later.