Travel Stories
Relieve me, Ai...

The world seemed to have thousands of new types of colors and scents when the beautiful maba who had a tiny body replied to the word "I love u" Reva whispered with a shy smile and raised 2 fingers.

"Ehm, why is that the answer?"

"What's English, brother?" the girl nodded her eyes.

"Ehm... Finger??!"

Well, handsome and full bloon, thought Arimbi annoyed.

"The number of fingers, Kak.." said Arimbi again while patting his eel. Somewhat**** is also this sister level.

"Owhhh, two.. Uh??"

And Arimbi rushes to escape from the place as fast as he can when he sees how Reva expresses his happiness, which may be leaning more towards the village than tacky.

Duh, the wrong time I accepted this weird guy to be his girlfriend, like, inner Arimbi while struggling to go as far as possible while slightly hoping that no one noticed Reva's tacky behavior prancing around while starting to sing various obscure love songs in the loudest voice possible. The hope he realized was impossible. Reva expressed her feelings at the Makrab location, where the entire new student force was there.

Well, Reva, Adrianus Reva Sagilaar, a handsome guy with a seabreg of achievement and a true outdoor activity activist with the main hobby of rock climbing is indeed charming.

Not to mention the great academic achievements, the spirit of solidarity is deeply rooted in him. Making him a near-perfect figure that makes many beautiful creatures on campus unable to let go of the eyes, although before, he prefers to spend time and mind for his nature-loving organization, which is not good enough, without trying to have a romantic relationship with anyone. And that has changed a little since Arimbi became the figure he wanted.

"Emang why did Va choose Ai' to be a girlfriend?" search Arimbi at some point. That name was pinned by Reva, a call dear, according to him.

Reva, who was still busy with various preparation activities for the wall climbing training for her junior turned her head and smiled sweetly.

"Don't you know that Ai's fun? Ai' well, pinter, not possessive if Va wants to walk, and Ai' is nice to talk to here and there, although maybe my conversation is not clear where it leads," said Reva while laughing.

"Ih, Va seriously dong..."

"Lho, Va seriously. My sister said, as long as someone's heart is comfortable when adjacent to the opposite sex, then they must be an eternal partner, Beb.." he said.

"And that's how I feel when I'm with you, Ai.. Comfortable, lightweight, restful and quiet. Va very dear to you, Ai..."

"Gombaayall!" gelak Arimbi, although not unmindful of the words made his heart warm and his cheeks met red..

"Mr? E's mom?"

Arimbi regained his senses when the cold hand that touched his shoulder returned the atmosphere here, the last Basecamp at the foot of the mountain that snorted Reva from him. The storm was still violent and seemed to throw every grain of rainwater it carried onto the roof of the building, carrying a boisterous sound that sliced the feeling in a thickening of anxiety.

"Drink tea, but it's still an angel." said Typhoon as he held out a glass that was still reflecting thin steam. Arimbi welcomed the glass and hugged it with both palms wrapped in thick gloves. The smile that he seemed to be forcing with all his might, was unable to hide the sadness that was mapped in his eyes.

"Our expedition turned into a tragedy, Bang.." whispered the weak Arimbi. His eyes full of sadness were not focused on anything, as if even he was starting to separate from his own existence. He did not even heed anything, including the words of the Typhoon about the cold drink. Arimbi just kept telling stories.

About how he forced Reva to take the climb even though he had never even jogged before.

About how he continues to sulk, seduce and force to become a very annoying figure during the trip.

About how he finally had to be swept and carried when tired approaching and he continued not wanting to stop...

"Reva just laughed, Bang, and she carried Ai to the top. Just because Ai sebel because Reva also made a drink of ange for another girl friend, Ai angry..."

"Arimbi, it was an accident. There is nothing to blame you.." said Bram softly and put his hand on Arimbi's shoulder, but the eyes full of sharp anger dashed towards the Typhoon, which began to look uncomfortable.

The typhoon breathed heavily. The little girl who was now sitting in front of him already looked so shaken. The tea glass he was holding was already shaking uncontrollably and almost spilling its contents. Crying has eliminated and hindered all of his ability to communicate.

'Gua knows you can hear the cave, Bro... And the cave knows you can help the cave. The cave does not have the heart to see the girlfriend of the cave like this...'

The voice was familiar and the Typhoon knew who he was. Said Grandfather who taught him first, anyone who studied the science that Typhoon mastered today, there is a possibility to have the ability to communicate with supernatural beings, but before, there is a possibility, Typhoon just thought it was just because the way joking ugly and so he did not want to learn the science that he said the science of medicine with the highest level of this.

'Then, according to you, how exactly do you help the cave, Va? Demons lu, make the cave hard.' maki Typhoon in his mind, which was quickly greeted with laughter.

'You have that, even you nanya cave huh? the cave's just a ghost, Bro, Satan's own voice' again.

But the Typhoon knows the truth. The intense sorrow, which developed deep in his mind was not his. The taste begins to develop until it makes the chest feel tight..

'Gua try to help. The cave can only help so you can meet him in a dream. Please make it mean yes, Va...'

The typhoon stood up and grabbed the glass that kept shaking in Arimbi's hands, and put it on the table. His hand again rested at the base of Arimbi's neck while his one, soft hand pushed down Bram who was standing behind Arimbi.

And when the girl began to limp and close her eyes, a series of prayers that emerged from the depths of her soul slowly flowed in the sadness of Reva who began to unite in the Typhoon. The prayer flow continued slowly to accompany Arimbi who was sound asleep in the exhaustion of his own soul...

"Sorry yes, Mas, I really don't know.." said Typhoon slowly. He was unable to even return Bram's accusatory eyes. He lifted Arimbi's body and laid him back on the bamboo Amben behind.

"Hopefully this is enough and can calm your sister's heart. I'm really sorry, Mom. If Mas wants to hit, I will not volunteer, Mas" continued Typhoon weak when Bram followed his steps.

"Reva falls off a cliff while trying to save the person who was about to take the flower, Pan. Some of his ribs were broken and his lungs were injured, but he survived" Bram said slowly as he tidied up the sleeping bag that enveloped Arimbi's body.

"We tried our hardest to make sure Reva could be evacuated, but Arimbi was hysterical and insisted on staying close to Reva. You know, Pan, the boy ***** was even still trying to entertain and joke with Arimbi, just so that Arimbi does not endanger himself in his panic.." continued Bram Lirih.

"But it seems the bad luck hasn't stopped, Pan. A storm like this, complete and special just like this one, came and hit us with all our might. The body that has not had time to rest, plus the burden of Arimbi is getting hysterical and the Reva stretcher and the goods are increasingly making us tired. One of the stretcher bearers slipped and fell..."

Typhoon was no longer able to listen to the story any further. Bram's voice that began to be mixed with crying no longer meant anything.

'Thank you, Brother. U r Best of all...'

The whisper of the incense that appeared in the depths of his mind was the voice of Reva, but somehow the sadness that had previously bound the Typhoon so strongly was somewhat unraveled.

'Their intentions are biased, Bro. I leave for you the real incident huh, now I can go home quietly. And please let you see that cute guy in front of you.' he said again in a small clique when various memories of the climbing incident hit the Typhoon hard, fill it with a variety of feelings that are completely different from the reaction of Bram and Arimbi...

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Tones that are strung together in the passage of guitar strings blaring in a fragrant fried rice aroma airs in the warm dark evening. My voice hangs with the roar of the vehicle that sometimes passes, a prayer that is strung together in an arrangement of scales mixed with the longing and the meaning that I create to describe the various feelings within me, he said, almost like the outpouring of hearts I was hoping for, no one noticed. About how unfair the world is, how unpleasant life is wrapped in a pseudo-beauty that ends with a final trap of infuriating death. And apparently, many visitors to the tent stalls who were waiting for their dish enjoyed it, either because there was nothing else or it was possible because the song I brought touched their feelings.

Even Arborite, who always nags about things she doesn't like about humans, lives just pensively, either because he listened to the lyrics or because he still felt an unpleasant pulse in his head from my punch, and Raina?

Her pretty eyes seemed to be glazed by tears, unable to move and speak. The beautiful mouth that usually does not stop flowing various types of words is just tightly clenched, as if he was trying to hold back the feelings and tears that want to flow out.

"Thank you for the appreciation of Father, Mother, Mas and Ma'am all. This is all I can offer to accompany your dinner, and I will be very happy if the appreciation can be realized in rupiah..." my greetings while taking out a bag for me to pass to the diner, which was greeted by some of the laughter of the visitors, lightened a bit of the heavy atmosphere that had previously suppressed my feelings, including my own.

I miss you guys...

For some reason, as my mastery of the contents of the ancient book given by the Arborite strengthened, the feeling of longing for my parents grew stronger, making me less willing to let them go. Just like what happened to Rayna. I feel so sorry to take it off. This loneliness is very scary to live...