Srinayu On the Hill of Randu
Chapter 2 | Welcome

The frenzied sound of the motorcade of two-wheeled vehicles deepened into the forest, until finally arriving at the end of the road. No more passes, the group immediately stopped the speed of the vehicle.

"Welcome to everyone! We're gonna have some fun! This is the best place for adventurers, your souls will be as wild as this forest!" the sergeant of a long-haired young man excited four and five, as if this forest belonged to his ancestors. He's Omix, the Hercules. He was the first to rush to jump down, from the motor that had not completely stopped, and immediately ran to face the forest. Basic 'his son Zeus', that's how he behaves. Felt hotshot. His body was muscular, his shoulders broad, the hand veins were clearly protruding like a clothesline wire, and his height was terrifying. Speaking of power, no doubt, he must be able to lift the duck motorcycle he was riding.

This group uses the services of an impromptu motorcycle taxi from the locals. Four-wheeled vehicles can not face the terrain as just passed by two-wheeled vehicles earlier. Not a single rental car would be willing to drive them all the way here. The streets are narrow, hollow, uneven, in the form of dusty yellow soil. You can imagine how tragic it was to go down that road when it rained.

Not far south, two bicycles were parked unattended. There are others besides them.

Only a handful of humans are still dealing with this area, residents of nearby villages who visit agarwood and cotton plantations. It was also rare, only at the time of harvest and at a certain time were they forced to reach this remoteness. The rest of the plantation was left as if it was unkempt.

Dira glanced sharply at Omix. "But no wilder than you! Especially your bitch eyes!"

And Omix could only scrunch his forehead receiving that sweet swearing.

Of the seven, Dira was the only srikanthan in the group. His straight, shiny black hair was tied to a ponytail. There was a bangs on its front, as if a silk curtain was deliberately protecting. His dense body wrapped in short-sleeved shirt— which shows the armpit of— is light brown made of spandex, which is following the curves of the body. He wears tight pencil jeans that are cut to the knee, on the edge there is a rumbaian created accidentally. Simply show off the beauty of the calf. Not to mention her alluring shoulders, it would not be missed by the gaze of the eyes. High to the extent, at least that's how the term people describe about the ideal height for a girl archipelago.

There was another figure who was secretly responding to the conversation of Dira and Omix. "Happy with what? There are no pretty girls here. There, but..." No one heard it, because it was just a murmur. It actually looks more like a heart-pounding moan. Then Randu moved away from the crowd.

Randu's appearance is sometimes very unattractive, his charm he hides far behind his simplicity. Her body was not as healthy as other children, and her height was also standard. His skin was a little dark yellow. The faint waves on her hair gave her fame. Plus, really his nose is carefully carved, sharp pointed and very harmonious with his oval face a little square. But staring at him, almost always inviting grief and pain, as well as hatred. People think he should be pitied and humiliated. But no one dares to doubt, the fact is that it is amazing. He is entitled to almost all the puian. He is trapped in an imperfect perfection.

One of the bouncers represented the other, "Alright kids, get here our help. Take good care of yourself. No one has ever played over the line." his gaze momentarily diverted towards one of the points of the forest area of the distant hills, ".it."

"Just calm down, Bang. Some of us have experienced conquering the wild. We are nature lovers' children," while the others, who happened to be listening, trembled, a dark-skinned young man responding coldly to the ojeker's words.

This person has a typical nature lover, with a body that is not too muscular but looks sturdy. His shoulders are wide notched sharply, impressed stretched hard because his body is also not thick. His serious carrying, made him appear more mature than his 23-year-old age. Not wrong, he's Janur. Such stature was indeed attached tightly to him. Instinctively believed to be the leader in this adventure. "O yeah, don't forget to pick us up..."

"I will break the forest. Also..," said Safril, a handsome young man confidently. Either to hide his worries or to show his arrogance.

Seeing his appearance he is a young man, and has the character or requirements of a playboy. He has a handsome face typical of urban young people. His body was athletic, well-proportioned, and perfect. The grace he had would allow him to easily conquer the girls.

Apparently the type, more appropriate to be in the middle of the expanse of multi-storey buildings, and more brilliant under the reflection of flickering discotheque lights. Unlike the level owned by Randu, which is very harmonious with colorful wilderness.

Again Dira responded cynically to all the words, "Also what? My virginity!?" His eyes continued to glare while going away.

Quite worthy of his frustration, for a girl just a puppet in the middle of nature that is not yet clear of his circumstances. He realized his own advantages. Perfect physique, making it the target of many youths. Safril. He almost always carried his body with his brilliance. Her thin lips were an adorable and long-awaited thing. Like a crescent moon trying to seduce an entire night. He is a jackfruit caterpillar who does not like to be silent. It's the jolly gentil that can wake up the whole sleeping earth. The evil move will do that. Prancing around merrily, inviting tastes.

"Finely in the middle of the forest, we keep the compactness," suddenly an idealman spoke. It means to remind everyone.

Wisely. Very wise. A wise stature and face, which is silent but washed away. His good looks are not wah, more impressed eternity. The type of man who makes women feel comfortable in peace, especially when in his arms. The skin is a little dark, close to the color of Mahogany wood. And by the way, she's sexy. He is a dream man.

But he had something that tarnished his physical beauty. Foul heart. Honey, darling a thousand times dear, people will think so when considering the advantages and disadvantages.

Not long after, suddenly two strangers flashed by. Two men were carrying a large sack of cotton on each other's shoulders. A small portion of its contents that poked out and splattered on the ground explained it; the fine fibers were whitish in color. And coincidentally, it was Dira who passed by them.

"What's the big deal, sir?" tanya Dira is friendly. But the two people just passed by, not paying attention to Dira's question, which now became a little upset because of the disregard. In fact, as far as possible, which man does not want to get attention from himself.

"It's so arrogant" said Dira.

"Hush! Carefully speak," Janur who happened to be listening hurriedly warned. "Not so Dira, they don't understand your words at all. If you want to talk to them, use the local language, the regional language."

"Huh..., the taxi man understood...?" bela Dira's.

"Hm... I thought, just that ojeker's brother, the others don't necessarily understand." Patiently Janur tried to explain. "And don't you repeat those kind of words again. Words that can offend others. Even though they've gone far."

"Why indeed...?" Dira's words sounded faint.

"Look, you know, we're in the interior. Things that smell mystical or magic, of course also still thick here." Janur looked at Dira's face carefully. "You understand what I mean, don't you...?"

Dira was silent for a moment. "Mh... Yeah, yeah, I get it."

It turned out that the others were secretly listening to Dira and Janur talk. They throw one another a look. Some reflect anxiety, wonder, doubt, and some are so cold to respond. But to be sure, a little bit of their little hearts have been affected.

"Listen, they can paralyze someone just by throwing a betel leaf bearing the name of the victim to the ground. Not touching his target at all." After saying this, Omix walked away.

Meanwhile, someone named Cawang was busy checking all the equipment. Take out the necessary items. It seems that he is not interested in 'nonsense', he prefers to do other things that he considers more useful, without saying much.

Druid. Its body is short, round and stocky. His face was rectangular, with small eyeballs but not squinty. Overall, his appearance resembled that of a Japanese army chief who lost the war, who later switched professions to become a grocery store tauke.

He's testing a flashlight. Shake it softly, and nod with satisfaction. Then a machete along the adult's arm he held. His eyes squinted, as if to make sure the shape was straight. His palm he stretched, then he swiped with the side of the machete eye in a cross direction. Sharp, he said in his heart. His mouth looked curved, like he was smiling. He really is caught up in his busy life. Others, one by one; compass, drinking bottle, until the rope he put all over his body.

A step closer. "H...! You're like a soldier going to war. Where's the grenade, did you forget to take it?" It turns out Omix, like an uninvited intruder demon.

Cawang slightly glanced, and the look in his eyes managed to catch the knee down belonging to the person who was approaching him. "I intentionally forgot. I was afraid to make the little boy run scared. Let alone a grenade, a firecracker explosion could make him cry."

"Geek...!" Omix gasped at hearing that.

An unexpected handler, unable to dodge when suddenly Omix grabbed his neck from behind.

"Dezik! Dezik!" Duk! Duk! Plaque!

Shortly after, "Haaa...! Ha ha! Hua.hui...!" Cawang laughed loudly, while his neck was still suffocating.

"Damn it!" Omix. "Sure you still remember!"

Still with the rest of his laughter, Cawang replied, "Huh...! How could I possibly forget that, mate."

The two now sit face to face. But the sneaky smile still did not disappear from Cawang's lips. While scratching his head that did not itch, Omix also laughed lightly to restrain his embarrassment.

Beautiful childhood memories. Friendship is very thick, intertwined until they each transformed into young adults. A lot of things go through. Stealing, fighting, and hunting women together.

A small shout sounded, Janur asked everyone to get ready. Omix stood up immediately. "I also want to take out the necessary equipment."

"You can't afford to lose me!" reply Cawang shouted loudly.

SLOWLY, without feeling the group had entered into the depths of the forest. Penetrating rows of trees, and shrubs that grow wild as if not to miss add to the crowded atmosphere. They are ambitious to reach the deepest part, the jungle that has never been touched by humans. People with souls thirst for challenges. Thirsty will be a confession. A mystery of soul desire. A desire that sometimes does not need a reason, just to achieve satisfaction.

The first quarter of the journey around the side of the hill, the situation in the end they will also be forced to conquer the natural fortresses in the form of ridges that rise and fall in layers. That is the terrain that needs to be taken.

Wheat roads, shrubs, and small buds that have just grown are forced into walkways.

Various types of trees thrive, from the high-eye to the towering with dense leaves, various shapes and forms. Especially the types of broadleaf plants from the Dipterocarpaceae family such as Meranti (Shorea spp), Lime (Dryobalanops spp), and Kruing (Dipterocutus spp). The diversity of flora is changing gradually following the level of height and geography of the hills. Beautiful flowers one by one also began to decorate along the journey. There are various variants of natural orchids, ferns, to the rare flora of the Giant Fatma Flower (Rafflesia tuan-mudae). Presenting paintings of color works, gracefully charming, fragrant fragrant as per their respective types. It is a tingling overlap, as if to defeat each other, but still peaceful and impressive harmony, without anyone not in the shade. Not far down there, formed small swamps pooled wild. The water is clear orange jelly. His calmness was occasionally gently broken by the slashing of the small bodies of water insects. Forming a ripple circle that is getting bigger and bigger, and eventually disappear to the edge. As one of the orchestra teams, the cricket colony squealed again to lament the swamp puddles. 'Greet kindly' the arrival of foreign guests, as if hoping and begging do not take our lives. Another case with beaked vocalists; birds prefer to display a melodious symphony at a slick and harmonious octave.

Too dark down there, considering the sun is at the peak of its splendor. Also, even though there are no traces of rain and signs of rain, the cold is getting worse, especially if it has been infiltrated by wind dances of hill dwellers who are almost never saturated accompany this long and tiring journey.

Water rods with an average size of shoulder width flow gently down the descending plains. The source of the springs is right behind a mound of land resembling a small hill to the west. Similar to small joints that are either created naturally or are indeed the work of humans. Coincidentally the group is currently passing through a rather barren terrain, which is only slightly plowed with grass, the surface of the earth is spacious enough to be found in this section.

Dira began to feel exhausted. It was not hot weather they were facing. Occasionally he was seen wiping his face overgrown with clear grains, using a small handkerchief in white. The object was almost always in his grasp, making his feminine side more radiant. Impressive charming softness. But deep down, his uncontrollably mixed aura was a power that could cripple the arrogance of a male figure, bending his knees helplessly. Her knees were limp, this trip had drained her stamina. His thirst also became more and more when he saw the clear water flowing in the trench. At the right moment, it just so happened that he found a comfortable place to rest. Then he deliberately stayed there to ask the understanding of his friends to stop the trip for a moment.

"Stop it...!" pinta Dira after a few seconds of waiting no one empathizes with her. Some turned their heads towards Dira, and others immediately slowed down the pace of movement.

"This is only the beginning of the journey of spoiled children" Safril said as he passed through Dira.

"What...!? Just early? You're the one who keeps going. You're the one who got me trapped in.." Dira did not continue her words, she immediately sat herself on the ground. A newspaper was used as a seat. "I'm going to rest first. Who wants to continue.., please." To be exact, this is now a threat through the prerogative of a woman, who is spoiled, sweet, and flirting again stubbornly.

Janur took initiative—one other power holding veto—to prevent an argument, "We rest first. There's a woman here, I appreciate her, she's willing to join us."

Safril briefly glanced half cynically at Janur. But I dare not more than that.

And Randu who was at the very back, continued to step forward, approaching Dira. Surprising performance this time considering he was a passive shy; a bottle of mineral water was immediately given to Dira.

"Thank's, friend," replied Dira, interspersed with a sweet smile.

Dira looked exhausted. Seeing him today will invite love and affection. The girl then asked Randu to sit next to her. A beautiful request, capable of shaking the heart of the knight though. Especially for a Steel Knight Nestapa like Randu. Shaking and will be increasingly irregular, draining the color of blood on the lips, tear apart the hardness of the armor.

Safril's frustration could not be hidden when he saw the proximity of Randu and Dira. His eyes clearly showed hatred. There will be a retribution, he thought. A Pandu should not be cause for concern. Then Safril stepped away looking for the best place for himself.

Adrian followed Safril. Approaching, and slightly obstructing the movement of Safril. A smooth hissing speech sounded, a strand of demonic whispers. "You have a competitor now." That's the idealman.

"That loser...!?" tympanic Safril.

With a cynical smile Adrian is heating up Safril. "He is no match for you and will not be able to get Dira__"

"Then what am I worried about?"

Adrian chuckled with a mocking tone. "At least he'll slow you down. Waiting is not a fun job, is not it. and of course he also considers you trivial. Imagine that! Already know the rival is you, still reckless approaching Dira."

Safril began to eat the words Adrian, his eyes now looked at Adrian seriously.

"It could have done something lowly. Yeah, he won't hesitate to vilify your name. And there's one little question you need to suspect... Why is he joining us?" adrian continued.

"You mean..., you want to say that he convinced Dira to take her? As a patron of Dira__"

"Protect from you, buddy."

"Well, if that's the case.fuck! What does he think I am? Satan?!" Safril's eyes glazed over, his gaze sharp and deep.

Adrian nodded slowly, but convincingly. He feels satisfied. Really sick person. This is the lowest moral in the history of mankind. Honey, baby a thousand times baby.

Randu glanced slightly at Dira, and it seemed that the girl realized that someone was watching her. Then, spontaneously Randu threw a pleasantry sentence. "What if we can't all get out of this forest?" He started a stupid conversation that would be exhausting.

Getting lost? Dira was shocked to hear what Randu said. He knew Randu, the young man he thought had the ability of a psychic.

"More me," continued Randu, while Dira looked deeper and deeper. "Yes...! I__"

"On getting lost, I hope it's just a torch," Dira immediately cut.

Randu nodded, forcing himself to agree to what Dira said. They also fell silent.

Then, "But what if it really happened?" Secretly the topic of getting lost is still stuck in Dira's heart. He saw that Randu did not blink.

Sandy looked confused. "Already, Dira. Nothing's gonna happen to us."

Janur was approaching, and immediately took a position beside Dira. Thus, Dira was now in the middle, between Randu and Janur.

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Glossaries

idealman: dream man (english translation), ideal man, dream man

sendang : springs, pools of water whose water boasted of springs.

armor: armor, knight clothes