Srinayu On the Hill of Randu
Chapter 3 | Theatrical

"YOU ready?!" Janur greeted his entourage, unwittingly the break time had run out.

Randu and Dira turned their heads, which from earlier seemed to deliberately not respond to Janur's presence.

"I. uh. we are ready, boss," replied Dira with a smile.

"Since then I've always been ready" Omix also said.

Janur looked at Randu, waiting for an opinion. And, Randu nodded. Signs agree.

Dira is back. He felt something was hidden by two young men who were sitting flanking him. Not just an ordinary sightseeing.

Randu stood up, and put his feet up. Janur followed. They both seemed to be deliberately away from Dira. I faintly heard the words half whispered. Dira can capture the contents, except for two other fools who are not far from them.

"You should be the royal advisor, Randu," said Dira slowly as she continued to look at the departure of two of her friends. He sat sweet. Both palms flank the chin. In between his fingers poking a whitish cloth. Head bowed. His pupils seemed busy observing the movements of the ants on the ground.

The journey uphill, heading towards the ridge. Large and small trees increasingly craze to decorate the hills, especially Cemara Gunung (Casuarina junghuniana) and various types of Pelawan (Tristania sp). Like a giant piling; like the bars of nature are all-powerful. Along with shrubs that increasingly add wilderness only. Far down there, around the basin formed by the meeting of the legs of the hills, there are no more puddles of swamps as at the beginning of the journey. But, wild plants and sweet roots that spread carelessly in the direction remain faithful to decorate the forest. There are creeping on the earth, there are also wrapped around and hanging dangling on branches and branches of trees. The rocks look weathered and mossy, just like the forest floor: a forest of moss. And along the surface of the bumpy hill body, lay a few trees that fell because they could not prevent the arrival of age. Its naturally formed faults create short, coarse and taper long segments. Meanwhile, the afternoon light dimmed, getting closer to the characteristic of wilderness power at night.

The side of the steep and uphill hills seemed to be running out soon, the land slowly began to flatten. The dense forest line slowly disappeared, replaced by a small grass that stood grubby, as if exhausted after waiting a long time for something. Some of it is just dry land that is not overgrown with grasses or shrubs, and at some point there are many cracks twigs accompanied by hoarse leaves that fall. This is the highest plateau that stretches wide. The breeze of the free-roaming hiking wind is more and more pronounced here.

"Yinya...!" someone shouted in excitement. Running excitedly ahead of the others. "We've arrived, this is our goal, isn't it?! Better get here." Cawang. His body is as slender as Randu, but more contained. Thickset. With his bald hair, he increasingly impressed badung. The next time people see themselves will think like that. He's wearing shorts. Cue

"Basic childish," said Dira slowly. "Hey! Cawang, just donk!"

Cawang just grinned to respond to him.

Suddenly Dira ran over. His left arm was broken on Cawang's shoulder, and strangled his neck, "Ha. ha. I'm happy too. He's..."

"Hey...!" The grimacing held back Dira's giggling. It felt a soft bulge pressing on his back. The body of the handler shuddered, he hurriedly controlled his male instincts.

"Adult is boring..," snapped spoiled Dira.

"Hu.. ," complained Cawang, and grinned again. "I guess you're growing up. I hope never."

"Internet...! Unfortunately no. Accept reality, our journey is still far away. Our final destination is the hills over there. This is just a therapeutic shock," said Janur who had been impatient to talk.

Randu flashed, walked leisurely and smiled coldly. "The moon laughs at you."

Dira and Cawang looked at each other in confusion. "Based on poets" said Dira. Both laughed in strangulation.

Omix took down his backpack, and immediately took out various equipment. He is an independent person. Smart at making decisions. Acting what must be done, that is why Janur invited him to join this group, other than because of his extraordinary strength. He has the biggest body here. Highly strapping and muscular, his skin was brown powder. Her straight hair had submerged more than half of her back. Observed even further, his stature also resembles that of a 90s super hero from Japan; Megaloman, a long fiery hair.

Meanwhile, Safril continued to step up until his view could reach the hillside. Observe his surroundings, then circle the place within a radius of a few dozen meters. It's like a pimpro (project leader), monitor there monitor here. Arriving at a point, Randu stared at from a distance, with sharp eyes. What's the point of Janur taking Randu? What a bitch to that one man.

For someone who is noticed continuously will make him feel uncomfortable, especially with an intimidating view. Although the dark was invisible, his instincts said so. Especially for a feeling. Randu picked up a machete, which was still wrapped neatly in newsprint from inside his backpack. Then, open the paper. Seriously he observed the machete, as if it were a very beautiful thing; reminding him of the times of warriors, the martial world, with deadly moves. Fighting on the top of the hill, two high-scientists were complaining of devotion, set in twilight paintings covered in red splattered black. The clangs of sharp weapons clashing against each other. Trang! Trang! Trang! It causes wind waves that are able to make the leaves split in two. The virtual world became a silent witness to the greatness of the two people. Randu was dumbstruck, how great, it was very curious to try such stunning movements. Here, on top of a hilltop, with someone.

Safril was still staring at him. Then Randu stood up, and stepped his feet.

At first Safril was unsure of his vision. However, now he can see clearly, what objects are in the grasp of Randu. A machete. Soon his body began to tremble. What will Randu do, he thought worriedly.

The last five steps add to the tension. Safril's body increasingly shook violently, along with the heartbeat that also began to irregular. His knees feel weak. And, finally...

"Let's find some dry wood. Graceful fire is very beneficial for all of us" said Randu upon arrival in front of Safril.

Safril let out a long sigh many times, a sense of freedom from a terrifying feeling that had just gripped him.

"Cutmane you" Safril replied briefly. So friendly.

The campfire was finished, enough to break the darkness of the night and warm the body. The tongues of fire danced uneasily, like they were frightened by the gaze of the human eye; like they were showing a veil that was hiding something. Something very secretive, frightening or even sacred. If only someone could understand his moans, he would soon be home. Get out of this forest.

A man is glued to his flag of fire from a distance, and to watch those who swarm him, like ants to sugar; like a group of fans to his role model; like a lover who admires the charm of the idol. His teeth were grinding, something had happened that made him so annoyed. Something that has been felt like any other loser. The laughter sounded like a series of swearing against him. 'Look at that loser! He almost died of fear!'

Janur and Dira were sitting close together on a slab of dead tree trunks. The outer surface has blackened, and began to be overgrown with whitish wild mushrooms. To the right of Dira, Cawang sat on the ground with a small piece of woven mat, with his legs casually sloped. While his back rested on the tree trunk where Janur and Dira sat.

Randu was right in front of Dira, separated by the rise of the bonfire, sitting cross-legged. To her, the girl's face sometimes seemed to be as well-drenched as melted rubber. At his left end, Adrian lay on his back. His body is completely on the earth. And in the midst of the two of them, Omix was also sitting cross-legged. More and more close to Adrian, like a lover looking after his soul mate.

One by one Randu took out some of his belongings. "...coffee, flashlight, kerosene, pan..."

Dira was amazed to see the work of Randu. Her innocent face was increasingly rampant appearing to the surface. It looks cute flirting, but unfortunately Randu is busy with his business.

"...mie instant, also thermos," added Randu.

Dira was increasingly astonished until forced to shake his head repeatedly as an impingement so as not to make his chest tight by the seeds of laughter.

While Cawang, staring blankly at the dark sky. He was daydreaming about something, a ridiculous regret. "Why do you only bring one woman," he chirped the atmosphere.

"Well...!" Janur immediately turned his head towards Cawang. The look in his eyes implied a question, asking for an explanation.

Dira scrunched his forehead. Staring at the plain Cawang, and installments.

Cawang reiterated his words while nodding casually, "Yes, one woman."

"You think I'm a pimp?" sahut Janur's.

"I'm all still intact" Dira suddenly said

Cawang grinned to Dira, then to Janur. "I hope you're a pimp, I won't be lonely." Back to the dark sky.

"Yes, and I'm the whore" added Dira cynically.

"Why don't you just order it yourself to Lady Amy. He has plenty of supplies for you." said Janur. Lady Amy is a famous pimp in their town. He's a man changing gender to a woman. "Or if not one of her 'children' meets your taste, you can just bring her Lady Amy."

Cawang was more happy for his actions, he enjoyed this fight. "Had Lady Amy been you, I might have gladly done it. Ha ha... ha...!" His laughter is getting louder. He's satisfied. Really sick people.

"Cinting!" janur Maki.

Dira holding back laughter. "You are new as if you knew Cawang only," he murmured.

Adrian who was sleeping, woke up to hear the stupid quarrel. His soul slowly awakened while observing his friends. A moment later his sight was thrown away. Seen Safril still—lone—not moved from its original place.

Adrian stood up, and stepped in the middle of the circle of men, about to go to someone far at the end.

"...His eyes were about to come out when he looked at Dira. I'll bet that village boy must have never once touched a woman's body. And it seems now he is starting to saturate himself. He wants to feel it immediately."

"The more his lust day grew. He must have felt very tormented by his condition all this time. All her life I was sure she had never had a boyfriend. His days must face the unbearable turmoil of romance." After chiming in, Adrian stroked his chin.

Safril was getting excited. "He. which woman is attracted to him. An idiot would think twice about accepting his love. Where his taste is high. Really don't know yourself. Is he not aware of his own situation? Disgusting, tacky, pretentious. People who want to be friends with him do not count the number of both fingers."

A new topic was presented Adrian, "Not surprisingly. In fact he is an abnormal person..."

"Oo. that's interested in same-sex," Safril thought of the matter.

"true."

Safril's eyes sparkled brightly. "Then the true feelings towards Dira...? Only mask...?"

"Hm.., he is equally passionate, both towards men and women. He is bisexual." Too bad.

"Who!"

Seeing Safril's growing anger, Adrian immediately acted. After first being content to play with his emotions. "Be nice for a while, you want our plan to fail...?" adrian's Advice.

Safril only fell silent to take the advice of his guardian angel. A heavy role that he inevitably had to play. Wrapped his face with a mask of friendship for a while against Randu, while the fire on his chest was unwilling not to burn his face. Then he walked one step forward.

"Would you join the others soon, it would be better" said Adrian.

"I'll do it" Safril replied upsetly.

Eventually, the two of them joined the others. Safril really followed Adrian's advice.

When everyone is asleep, stay alone. Sitting pensively staring at the bonfire that was slowly getting weaker.