Travel Stories
Edelwies for Arimbi

'Mom, I hope you're not disappointed to have me. This useless child of yours can only be like this..'

The storm kept silent. His eyes closed and prayer continued to be said in silence. Although dawn had begun to peep and gild the entire land that its rays reached with golden color, even though nature had begun to present a beautiful heavenly scene peerlessly, it was still only silent.

****

After my anger subsided, Arborite approached us and walked with her. The jerky attitude that had previously appeared, disappeared without a trace. Arborite really turned into a pleasant travel companion, although whether others can see it or not, for me this trip can be enjoyed.

"Kay, who is this your friend? How come to know, songong ngajak fight, eh now laugh like this?" rayna's nagging in a whisper.

"I can hear your whisper, lady!"

"Women, women. I'm Rayna. I have a name, Ugly Boy!" reply Rayna fierce.

I giggled at Arborite who could only endure her irritation. These two guys kept checking coks all the way, but I didn't feel like I wanted to break them up. Actually, it can be entertainment.

"Kay! Are you laughing at that?" sergeant Rayna again while pushing my arm.

"No, no papa. Don't make me talk to you, Ray. Many people see this..."

'You haven't told him that he's really dead, boy?'

I just smiled wryly at the irritated voice that was blowing loudly in the mind.

'At the end of the day you have to do that, boy. Too many things like this in your world aren't good for him'

'What do you mean, Rite*?'

'Implied as it says, Boy. The human world has high positive energy, in contrast to the spirit world which has more negative energy. If the spirit of this girl is too much in your world, she will never be able to return to Him, unless she becomes an evil spirit...'

The explanation of Arborite turned out to have actually created a storm in my heart.

'Explain it further, Rite...'

'Too long alone makes your brain hard to digest information, boy?'

The mockery was bitterly smashed at with admirable speed. I smiled again, although only the freezing cold feeling grew stronger and more enveloped in the mind. A line of incantations that resulted in a thin layer of spirit flames appeared enveloping the palms reverberating in the depths of the heart, and quickly, my hand slapped the back of the Arborite's head violently. But the difference is, now that the punch no longer penetrated him, Arborite's head was pushed forward because of my slap.

"You're asking to die, boy??!"

"If you don't want to explain, don't talk. Just make emotions!" my heart ached as I continued, without the slightest attempt to respond to the wrathful Arborite reaction while stroking the back of her head which I was sure would pulsate painfully throughout the day.

"Are you friends or what?"

"You don't have to care, Ray." I replied slowly as I continued to move on. The storm in my mind was getting laden with a chill that seemed to start turning my heart into a hunk of ice.

****

The storm rushed down from the top quickly. The storm that had previously appeared in the distance was approaching at an incredible speed. But he only found a Carrier lying without an owner lying in place of the young man who lent him this rope. And the threatening storm behind him, it seems, will not be the slightest friendly. The typhoon could not wait, only a hope developed, hopefully the young man was able to find a shelter when the storm came, and the Typhoon began to accelerate its journey.

This journey will be very tiring, thought Typhoon as he began to run along the steep descending path.

After almost 3 full hours on the way down, which was almost the whole process he went through by running, he went through, the doors of the basecamp located in the last village at the foot of the mountain began to appear when a speck of rain carrying ice-cold water flushed in a blanket of high-strength wind.

The storm was strong, fast and seemed to carry a great destructive force when it actually came. Typhoon really wished the young man to survive in this condition, when as quickly as possible he entered the modest house, trying as quickly as possible to take shelter.

But Typhoon's desire to rest immediately after changing clothes seems to be delayed when a group of young men and women also entered Basecamp and began to fuss with his various chants. Although he usually likes to connect with many people, but not this time. Typhoon does not even care about the various activities that occur in the group. His mind still kept on remembering and did not stop worrying about the young gondrong who lent him the rope yesterday. The typhoon did not even notice the small quarrel that occurred in the entourage. Were it not for one of them trying to get out in the storm, he would not have paid any attention to the party.

"Bi, don't be crazy dong! This storm is no joke. Wrong you'll die later!"

'Eh?!'

"Bram, if you're afraid, please stay here. I'm paving the way. I can go there myself!" reply to the little-statured girl who seems forced to continue the journey.

And apparently, as hard as the girl tried to get out, which of course, none of the members of the entourage allowed.

The typhoon frowned, and as the girl's resistance and screams seemed to grow stronger, it approached and gently pressed against the blood dot located at the base of the girl's neck. It didn't take long, the girl instantly lost her consciousness.

"Relax, Mas and Mbak all, he was just asleep anyway," replied the Typhoon as he chuckled slightly seeing so many people looking at him agape.

"Seriously yo Mas?" sahut one of the young men previously called Bram. The look of worried eyes was clearly mapped in his eyes.

"Yes, Mas. Seriously. I'm just horrified to see the storm, this little girl wants to be reckless lunge this way. I don't think there's another day." so storm while helping to lift the girl and lay her down.

"I'm Bram, Mas. This is Arimbi, my sister." said the man again as he reached out.

"Topan, Mommy. That was the acupuncture point, Mas, put people to sleep without hurting the patient. Why is his sister Mas, who is very passionate?"

Bram only let out a heavy sigh, and it seemed, many of the members of the entourage were as if pulling themselves in a suffocating silence.

"Ngopi, Mas." said one member of the entourage while offering a cup of coffee that is still steaming.

But the silence did not seem to end and no one had the desire to answer the simple question of the Typhoon. Bram even just let out a heavy sigh and continued his efforts to cover his sister's body with the Sleeping Bag he took from his Daypack.

And somehow, the front door of the basecamp that was tightly shut and fouled, suddenly slammed open with a loud voice, but the Typhoon just stood looking on without trying to help those struggling to close the door again.

"Uh, fuck. The body is crazy, isn't it?"

"Eh, since when are you here?"

The young man was just grimacing while shaking his wet hair, throwing water droplets everywhere, then thrusting his hands.

"Grotto name Reva. The cave was here. You're busy anyway, don't see the cave coming in" he said.

"It's up to you. What is clear is you are like a ghost, do not know when to come. And the cave is not.." said Typhoon, who was only greeted with laughter chuckle Reva.

"That's the group that's ahead again at what, Bro, very quiet?"

"Okay, again in the shadows, maybe" said Typhoon cuek.

"Ah, yes. Rope you cave bring tuh. Thank you Bro, if you don't say, maybe the cave lilaka yesterday" continued Typhoon again.

Reva just waved her hand casually and did not care. His gaze was fixed on the figure of the petite woman lying on the cot a few meters in front of him. A flash of sadness seemed to flash for a moment in his eyes.

"You need to, Bro? Don't think weird. Her brother in front of her, together with the troupe. Hit by abis lu" joked Typhoon.

Reva only let out a heavy sigh, and sat back down. The joy shown just now was like being sucked back into the earth.

"Bro, can the cave ask for help?"

"Can" said Typhoon.

"Nitip cave, please rope it you love to the girl huh. Carier cave is still left above.." said Reva.

"That's your friends? why aren't you samperin?"

"The girl's dead love ama cave. The cave did not meet them. Nitip cave aja the rope, the same please you love this to Bram yes.." continued Reva slowly while holding out some purple Eidelweiss flower stems tied with a hair tie.

"Say Reva apologize..."

And the young man passed to the back door just like that without waiting for any answer.

"Oiii, demon, where are you going?" sergeant Typhoon riled.

"Piss! why, come along?" reply Reva while ngeloyor went to the back, leaving the Typhoon half irritated half amused with his processor.

Huft, your mysterious pretender, thought Typhoon as he stepped forward.

"Bram, gua bangunin your sister huh. He should have calmed down by now" said Typhoon as he approached, who was answered with a nod of his head by Bram.

Slowly, Typhoon sorted some acupoints in Arimbi's body, and slowly the girl began to roar.

"Well, have a warm tea first yes, there is a deposit from your friend" said Typhoon.

Arimbi looked at him strangely as the Typhoon walked back and came back with a climbing rope and something in his hand.

"So your temen, her name is Reva, tell me to nitipin this rope into you, and edelweiss this. The message, Reva, is so sorry." he continued, holding out the flowers and the rope.

But the whimper of the Typhoon gradually vanished. The face of the girl in front of him was agape in disbelief, pain and real sadness. Tears expanded and hardened rapidly when receiving flowers and hugging them in great sorrow.

"Eh??! what's this?!"

"Bro, the cave doesn't know who you are, and how you know Reva, but the way you joke is really outrageous!" sergeant Bram while ferociously, pushing Typhoon away. The anger was completely imprinted real on his face.

But a half-hysterical shout that emerged from Arimbi stopped Bram's footsteps and many other angry faces from members of their entourage.

"Bang, sorry, where did you meet Reva?" said Arimbi in the middle of sedu and tears that continue to flow. His hands seemed to tremble as he tried to caress a bunch of flowers that he tightly grasped.

Confused by the development of the situation, Typhoon stepped wide towards the Little Room which was at the back of the house and was all his might to jerk the door, and prepared to drag the young man forward. But the place is empty...

"Reva died 100 days ago, Bang.." whispered Arimbi, who apparently followed the Typhoon's move backwards.

But the feeble whisper in the midst of the mad storm was heard very clearly in the ears of the Typhoon, shaking each of its existence with growing remorse over the unwise manner of delivery it had just done...

'Damn, if you know this, I don't want to be taught weird like that old fucking grandpa!' regret Inner Typhoon.

"I'm sorry, Ma'am, I'm really sorry... I don't know.."

Although Arimbi tried to smile, but the smile that appeared felt like a rusty dull knife that sliced the heart of the Typhoon slowly.

"Reva said what, Mas? I beg you, please tell me.." said Arimbi while with all his might holding sobs.

"Maybe it'll be better if we go back to the front.. I'll tell you everything, but only after Mbak is firm and stoic. I was less so able to hold back the feeling when I saw the woman crying.." sighed Typhoon lethargic, who was only replied with a weak nod by Arimbi.

'Fucking ghost! You see the cave, but this is also not how very dong, Satan!' curse the Typhoon's heart while stepping into the front room. His steps were heavy, as heavy as his bewildered heart to face this inevitable...