Srinayu On the Hill of Randu
Chapter 4 | David vs Goliath

"How did you persuade Randu?" ask Dira Curious.

"There is no special way, I just asked him once again, then he changed his mind.", replied Janur while arranging the position of the funnel light in the corner of the tent.

Such lighting can cause the disposal of black smoke that is quite disturbing breathing, can even make the nostrils black.

"There is better" said Dira about the location of the funnel lamp. However, Janur's answer still leaves doubts, Dira's facial expression shows dissatisfaction. He did not believe it just like that, according to him, there must be something hidden.

"But he confused me... When I asked him about his participation, he asked this again; 'Didn't you guys have left one day ago?'" continued Janur.

Dira smiled wisely. "It's not strange, that's how it is Randu." Then grabbed a small pillow, and stretched his body without having to feel uncomfortable with the existence of Janur. His eyes stared at the ceiling of the tent and began to daydream lightly.

"Rest first, Dira," advised Janur. "I'm out first, yeah."

Instant NOODLES if enjoyed in the wild as it is today, will be a special dish. Especially when accompanied by other dishes, such as beef or chicken. Fumed, smeared with butter and concoction of delicious spices. Unimaginably delicious. But it does not need to be that luxurious, Randu has a small surprise, so that the instant noodles he brings become more special. The middle with difficulty he opened his shell on a canned box is an instant food packaging product, in the form of ground beef, aka 'cornet meat'. It seems there will be internet—indomie telor kornet— tonight in the middle of the wilderness.

"It just so happens," Cawang cetus once saw the food that was lined up in front of Randu. While in his own grasp, there is something to be reckoned with to add to the appetite of the dinner menu. "These two chicken eggs will achieve our happiness" he said proudly.

"That's exactly right," timpal Randu immediately agreed and was expressionless.

"He he.., there's more, Randu... I whipped the chives and their contents from the corner of the forest over there..," pointed Cawang towards somewhere. "Also broccoli, he... And there are more if you want? This forest is truly the most complete vegetable market. It's free."

"Isn't it wrong you're taking the freak out?" omix asked curiously after being satisfied to pay attention to the actions of Randu.

"Rampoo...?" janur asked to make sure, his forehead was slightly wrinkled.

"Yes," Omix replied briefly as he nodded.

So.., look at Janur as if astonished.

"What if she suddenly becomes possessed...?"

Not yet Janur thought much, Omix continued.

"Not past this month.he's been doing a job somewhere billyard. A young man was taken to hospital. His arm was fractured by the impact of the billyard stick," Omix said as he wiggled his index finger facing upwards.

"You know the problem?"

"Not sure."

Janur clutched his mouth and nostrils. It seems that he was thinking hard, to prepare his judgment and.., "That means I brought the right people; the wild is dealing with wild people as well," said Janur firmly and steadily.

OMIX and Cawang seemed to be having a serious conversation; regarding the trap they had set up earlier this afternoon. Tonight they will return to that place. Instant noodles half-cooked egg cornet meat is not enough to satisfy Cawang's appetite. He persuaded Omix to comply with his wishes. And it seems he succeeded.

"...I'm actually full and not so excited. But.., okay." Forced Omix to approve Cawang's invitation.

"You call Janur, and I'll persuade Adrian."

"No problem" Omix said.

Omix immediately stepped up to carry out his mission. And before, still took the time to greet the sweet virgin who was looking motherly. "Hey.., Dira!"

Dira looked up, but did not reply. He could already guess what event the two young men were discussing earlier. Indifferent, then resumed his work; washing tableware.

"Where's Janur? Is she asleep?" ask Omix.

Dira went to the fireplace, then moved some of the hot water in the pot into the thermos.

"Yet. If you have, you just wake up, " replied Dira perfunctorily.

"Thank you, for the advice," said Omix. "For you, leave the plug alone."

"Rampoo...! You're not coming!?" shouted Dira from a distance of ten meters towards Randu.

No. gabe. Randu seemed to shake his head, while his eyes were still closed. "I'm still full!" again with a loud scream.

Sometimes sentimental figures often experience unwarranted anxiety. He felt himself as the most miserable man. Feeling less ethical. Today has never been better than yesterday. Feeling this, feeling it. When it comes to the words of a poet, a sentimentalist adores these kinds of sentences; 'Let me give in', 'It's too much peace to look at the moon tonight', 'If I can give everything..., I'm willing not to eat for days', 'If you miss and love doesn't come, I drink poison as an antidote'. Usually the impulse gets stronger as a result of listening to the chants of melancholy songs, watching rabbits being eaten by wolves, looking at the setting sun, parting with loved ones in a languid red twilight, and the like. The man in the corner near the collection of bamboo stems over there can represent human characteristics as mentioned above; Randu.

Even though his stomach had been filled enough, Randu still nibbled on the weeds. Occasionally smoke a cigarette, then sip a cup of cold coffee. Her hair is not tangled, at times combed with fingers towards the back. Sometimes he seemed to be so deeply absorbed in the moments of long breaths, and gently exhaled them. In the depths of his eyes, he was permeating the surroundings. He felt able to hear the singing of nature, and it seemed that the bamboo trunks rubbing against each other on the back of it, could give the sensation of crumbling tones. His feelings must be shahdu at this time. When that is the case, other children will feel reluctant to approach. Except, this one guy.

"Hey the hermit!" sapa Dira nosy. "Am I interrupting...?"

No. gabe. A thousand times no. Randu immediately opened his eyes. And Dira knows that, her capacity.

"I tried to close my eyes, but I couldn't fall asleep. You yourself..., aren't you sleepy yet?" ask Dira again.

If it were sleepy, it would not be. "Just like you. I don't know.This eye even feels cloudy but it's hard to shut..." Randu tried to make his mood rhythmic with Dira's heart.

"Thank God. You are the best. Always there for me. Can I sit next to you?" said Dira mince words.

Randu nodded. And secretly he was pinching his own thighs. Intensely. For his chest to immediately stop pounding.

It did not feel like time had washed them away in a warm conversation. Rinai will joke with laughter. Moreover, Dira, he looked very happy.

"...Lest he willingly throw himself into the middle of this wilderness, just because of a piece of poultry meat," said Randu flat and with a flat face expression as well.

"You can be Randu" said Dira, pinching Randu's stomach. Not satisfied, then slapped his shoulder muscles as well. "But right.., this one is no ordinary fowl. Duck jerjut. Rare and protected animals. If this is true, it means that it is not allowed to be hunted or traded. Including making it dinner."

"Well.ha... I guess, if it's just for personal consumption, it's not really a problem."

"Hide... Turns out, you're a mafia, too, yeah."

"It's just a feeling of being mistaken."

"It can be kamyu, yuach," seduced Dira with a death glance. And it seemed, Dira's eyes were also getting 'warm'. "Looks.you're fit to be the host. Uh.. talkshow, MC... Yeah, that's kind of."

"I...?"

"You don't realize your talent?"

Me...? "I guess..." Sandu felt unsure saying it. He tried to think of another answer. And this is what's mapped in his brain, "It could be, it could not." Diplomatic answers.

"What did you aspire to be?"

Sandu looked a little confused. Then Dira tilted his head, moved his eyebrows, installment, and smiled flatly.

"Police," replied Randu, finally.

"You kidding me?"

"No."

"Yes...!"

"No."

"Yes.dunk."

"Okay, yeah, do it."

"Cock, yeah, ajalah.... Iiii. iiiih. seriously, akh...."

Happy Pandu tonight. Safril should stay asleep until the morning before, in the blue tent at the end.

Suddenly a feeling of desolation slipped into the recesses of Randu's heart, transformed into a black spider, and began to crawl the entire chest cavity with the fine hairs of his feet tickling.

His sense of loneliness is contrary to what he is experiencing. To him, Dira who laughs cheerfully slowly looks like a cut of the scene in a silent film. His mouth only seemed to be muttering without a sound. Sandu is like drowning in a clear sea of water. The eyes keep wide open, while the ears are blocked. Precisely the moans of the moon far away there can be heard clearly by him. 'Why black clouds should strike me at this full time, ' said the moon to Randu.

Randu's mute daydream suddenly broke instantly, Dira wrapped her arms behind Randu's waist. Then leaned his body and head on the shoulder of the young man. Gaze upon him deeply and meaningfully. Then it gradually turned into a look of resignation. Featuring the aura of a helpless woman, ready to be treated at all costs.

Fragrance of the body and sigh Dira, disrupt the flow of blood circulation Randu. Makes the chest feel tight. His heart quickly shook violently, propagating all over the body.

Randu still did not react as he should, making Dira raise the level of the attack. Moving his palm towards Randu's chest, then stroking it gently, then creeping downwards, until it ended up above the left groin.

Dira stared at Randu cluelessly, his efforts responded coldly. Then Dira let go of his decapitation, and inching to make distance. Disillusioned.

Dira looked straight ahead. Looked at the empty grass and weeds that swayed gently between the darkness. As if full of questions, which he really does not need to ask. To himself and to the plant. While Randu, he only dared to watch Dira through a small glint that drizzled from beside his eye fertilizer. His head was sluggish, accompanied by guilt. And the night wind was blowing hard. Short and fast. The situation is back in silence.

EARLY IN THE MORNING Randu came out of his tent. While in it, Janur, Omix, and Cawang are still asleep. A large tent to accommodate four adults.

"Hua..," Randu yawned while doing body-shaking motion. All joints and muscles feel sore and sore. Then a little run in place. In front of him the white smog still enveloped the rows of trees, and the dew had not yet departed from its temporary shade on the leaves and weeds as well as the fruits.

His soul who was always curious about something, brought his body through the still foggy forest, which was one of the atmosphere he loved. The atmosphere is mystical, mysterious, exotic, and other strange things.

Shortly after Randu's body disappeared into a row of foggy forests, it appeared someone was trying to get out of one of the other tents, which were medium-sized. As soon as his bent body stood upright, the figure then tidied up his dull-looking shoulder-length hair. Swiping both eyes, then for a moment sucked the fresh air deeply. After that, he immediately stepped in a hurry while tidying up his pink incandescent patterned with small roses. Not to forget he tugged lightly on something that coiled behind the shirt on the side of his shoulders smooth slippery. A thin, pliable rope, as wide as a little finger, light blue, fringe lacy. Dira immediately moved into a tent next to him. The smallest size, located between the other two tents. There was soon the howling of the wolf in the distance. Long and sorrowful, slashing his feelings on a day that was still too early this morning.

DO NOT try to write a letter when emotions are running high; do not advise a starving person; do not make decisions in times of anger; do not; don't laugh out loud in front of a person in distress; and don't talk much near a tired person. Then, hopefully, everything will be fine.

"Rampoo...! Take that plastic!" omix Command to Randu. While Randu himself was busy collecting garbage the rest of the party last night. "Gather it there!"

"Don't fall apart like this" Omix protested, as if he was a foreman and a subordinate of Randu. Free to rule and to berate his men. "Move first! Hurry along!"

"What's inside this can...?! Rand...!?" ask Omix rudely.

"Plan B," answered Randu ketus and briefly, also of course confusing.

"What...?!" Omix glances at Randu. His eyes narrowed and the two ends of his eyebrows were almost met. Then, back on the can again.

Omix was busy this morning. It was as if he was getting ready to welcome the visit of a distinguished important guest. While Randu, on the sidelines of his busy life, he is also being attacked by various kinds of burden of mind. His mood is uncertain. Urinary, like a woman who is receiving monthly guests. The frown on his forehead seemed to have drowned.

"What else is this...?" Omix patted a tape player. "Why doesn't anyone want to secure it? Last night it rained quite heavily... Cc..ck.... Is Janur able to fix it, huh...? Janur...! Can you please just a minute!?" call Omix to Janur who is talking to Dira.

Janur heard the call, but only raised his hand which was hugging a cup of coffee. Then continue his conversation again with Dira—as if the greeting for him was never there—while standing enjoying the morning story.

"...Randu, please call Janur!"

This time Omix's words were not heard by Randu at all. Not at all concerned with the problem being fussed about. Omix had chattered so long.

"Ran, try to call Janur first! Rand...?! Runnup...!" omix orders in a harsh, loud tone, sounding pretentious, making the speed of Randu's mind instantly slip out of his winding neural circuitry.

The time bomb exploded.

"You think I'm here to be a lackey...!!?" snapped as hard as Randu, and kicked the pile of garbage that was almost neatly arranged to scatter everywhere.

Omix immediately straightened his sturdy body. Randu did not want to lose, he immediately stood up with a defiant attitude.

Randu's shout attracted the attention of others, including Cawang who was busy pulling sweet potatoes who were at the farthest position at the end there. They all looked at the two people who were struggling anxiously, thinking that something must have gone wrong between Omix and Randu.

The two stood in a position facing each other. Unfortunately, which makes the atmosphere more tense and worrying, Randu is holding a machete.

"Don't let go of the machete.." - Janur muttered softly, then.., ". Everything will be fine."

"What...!?" Dira turned his head for a moment to chimed in Janur's words that sounded intermittent. Then turn his attention back to the two people who were drunk with anger. Not amara.

Janur's hope was dashed within seconds, Randu threw his machete aside. As far as possible, and disappear behind a bush.

"Ow.., well if that's what you want," Omix said with a slight smile.

"Hey...!" The law enforcement in the wilderness was finally forced to intervene. Janur rushed to run. And apparently, managed to delay the movement of Omix, although it may be for a while. However, the two 'swordsmen' were still looking at each other sharply. David vs Goliath.

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Glossaries

internet: the term trending stands for indomie corned egg

David vs. Goliath: metaphor of a fight/fight/fight unbalanced opponent.refers to the story of David (weak) vs. Goliath (giant), which occurred in Israel thousands of years ago.