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“This village is very quiet, why has no one passed?” Hwa asked Hanif.

They continued to look at the path that only formed that path. Silent, there was only a thin mist covering each end of the view.

“Perhaps because it is still morning,” said Hanif hope. He rubbed his cold palms.

“Juju?” Hwa's voice made Hanif look towards Juju earlier. There's no one back there.

“Juki, Juki?!” Hanif ran towards Juju's former standing, only to see a trail of grass being stepped on, Hanif would come forward but he undo it. The man went back to the car.

“It looks like he went into the forest, maybe looking for a river,” Hanif told Hwa. His voice was not so sure of what was said, but his heart was hopeful that Juju would only leave for a while.

The straight-haired white man also breathed a sigh of relief.

“Hopefully so,” the answer is a little doubtful.

Remembering last night the car shook without knowing the cause. Hwa felt still remaining scared in this foreign place.

One to two hours the two men were getting more agitated, Juju had not returned yet.

“Mana Juju?” Wake up and get out of the car. Hwa quickly wiped it as she staggered, Nilam's face pale. And, because too long sitting makes his body feel stiff.

After being silent for a while and looking at each other with Hwa, Hanif took the initiative to look for Juju. “Let me trace it, if anyone passes you wait for us, yes. I brought Juki immediately,” Hanif said making Nilam gaping.

“What does that mean? Where to?”

Hanif tried to explain for a while before leaving, then swung a quick step, tracing the lush bush.

There were traces of bushes trampled, continuously extending into the jungle. Hanif pleaded for ease from the all-protective God, this was the first time he dared to walk alone into the middle of the forest. The name of his cousin's sister he kept calling half screaming.

Unfortunately, only the echoes were reflected back into his ears.

***

Until late in the afternoon, Nilam and Hwa were restless on the spot. Hungry and tired, they waited for Hanif and Juju to return, waiting for someone to pass by to be called for help. Unfortunately, it was just like an empty wishful thinking.

Nilam began not to be able to stem the tears, continued to regret two friends who took him home. He should have faced it all himself, alone. The regret made him continue to sob. The girl fell down as her head back on.

“Nilam?” Hwa lifted her up, pushed the girl into the car.

“How far is your house from here?” ask Hwa quickly.

Just left him as a man here and he has to make a decision quickly, before dark. It was futile to wait without seeing anyone pass this path.

“No idea, but still far away,” replied Nilam in between sobs.

“How long is the walk?” Hwa urgently wants to know.

Nilam rounded his eyes at the boss.

This man would never leave Juju and Hanif, he thought.

“We will be going to your house walking before dark,” bright Hwa.

Allegedly right. Nilam immediately put on an angry face.

“Mr Hwa, would you like to leave two friends to save yourself?”

Hwa gasped at Nilam's statement. Their eyes clashed for a moment.

“Do you want to survive here without Hanif? I can't take care of you like-“

“I won't leave them!” nilam Jokes.

Hwa looked at him with a look of despair. He will stop talking again when he sees the girl doing a face rubbing movement with the palm of the hand.

Although while holding Nilam isak looks earnest.

Hwa waits, hard-wired. He was able to walk for hours for Nilam to arrive at his house. A night here is like taking a life. The battery of the phone is also a little. But the girl was stubborn.

Hwa prepared the words for Nilam to agree with his plan.

Nilam was performing the Ashar prayer, according to his ability to only memorize the Surah Al-Fatihah in an orderly manner. For a long time he was drowning in supplication, accompanied by crying. The fear of losing two friends haunts him.

Mentari was leaning towards the West, but there was no sign of Hanif and Juju. Nilam's heart ran over, increasingly worried about their condition. He leaned his head on the car seat, immersed himself in the prayer he spoke in his own language. His eyes were closed imagining the two friends appearing immediately.

“Nilam, once at your house we ask for help from residents. We will be dark here,” urged Hwa because it sees the day getting late. Nilam. Tears flowed down her white cheeks. His mind was fixed only on Juju and Hanif.

What's happening to them now? His heart cries.

Nilam did not answer.

“You're here to see your mother, right? We'll go there and find a way out.” Hwa's tone was made a little harsh.

Nilam opened his eyes. Throwing a glance forward, his gaze was blank. “If I had known this, I should have gone home myself ...”

“Sst! Don't talk anymore, we gotta hurry. This phone will die, if we are dark on the road using what?” Hwa's annoyed tone was getting heard. He pulled Nilam's arm.

“If the Master is so they what would be left?!” Nilam threw a sharp glare at the red-lipped man. He didn't think it was his boss or not.

“Oh, yes, sure. Precisely you guys to the village will quickly find help for me,” the clear-eyed man's debate challenged Nilam's eyes.

“Come fast, here's your backpack. We have to be fast.” Hwa. Slightly reluctant, Nilam came down and followed Hwa who was carrying two backpacks belonging to them both.

Several times Nilam looked back, hoping Juju and Hanif would suddenly appear. However, until the turn of the road two people closest to him was not even visible.

Nilam's heart was as slashed, continuing to hope that nothing happened to the two.

“Quick!” Hwa pulled her hand. The man half ran away without letting go of Nilam's hand.

“Remember, Nilam. Take care of your feelings and heart, as Hanif said. All will be safe,” said the man in front of him without turning his head.

Nilam obeyed, he kept recalling all the words stuck in his brain. Hanif's words and advice echoed in his ears.

The clear voice of the man seemed to come along, like he was reading the same surah when he was in the hospital. There was no hope other than the prayer of salvation for the two friends. Nilam braced himself to match Hwa's steps.

It was getting dark, Hwa turned on her cell phone flashlight, hoping to survive the light until they arrived. There is no sign of going to a village, in the distance is still very dark.

Hwa repeatedly asked if they were right towards the village of Nilam or lost. Nilam could not be sure, because the dark road made him a little forget, but as he remembered it was the only way to the village.

Hwa's body has been drenched in sweat, her legs are increasingly not felt. At the restaurant he used to sit behind a desk, go around occasionally and just work out at the gym. Walking this far is pretty bad he did.

Unlike Nilam always excited all working hours. As if his power is always available. Even now, despite his weak physique, he looks strong. Hwa occasionally glanced at the girl, from the flashlight of the phone could be seen Nilam lips

talking without a sound.

This high-nosed man tried not to disturb or complain, but he really wanted to stop because of fatigue.

In less than half an hour, Nilam looked very tired. His mouth opened looking for oxygen among the whispered dhikr. He then stopped, resting his hands on his knees, arranging the breath that felt would run out.

Hwa can see that spiritual power is able to strengthen the soul, obtained when a person has high confidence in his God.

The dark grew more and more dense, they continued walking with slow steps. Hwa cursed the unthinkable self carrying a flashlight. The direction to this village is completely without lighting. The phone rang and then died. At the same time, the wind was blowing rapidly through their gaps. Nilam held Hwa's arm in surprise.

“We rest first, where can we walk if it is dark like this,” said Hwa gasping for breath.

Nilam stopped, adjusting his wheezing breath. His feet felt as if they were no longer treading, hot and throbbing. The girl was sitting just in the grass, slipping her legs. The body rested on the backpack that Hwa had placed behind his back.

The man dropped the body near Nilam. Now, only the sound of their breathing clashed quickly. A dry throat demands fresh watering of water. No one can talk when tired like this.

For a long time they were both silent. Drifting in each other's minds in the dark shade.

“Allah, protect Juju and Bang Hanif..” sigh Nilam sounds resigned, looking up at the dark without the moon and stars. He's lying in a backpack.

“Amiin.” Hwa's voice.

“Sorry because of me, everyone is getting tough ...”

“Ssst, don't say it.” Hwa looked for Nilam's hand, grasping it tightly. He knew the girl was crying again. “We all love you, you must be strong. Do not let this sacrifice be in vain,” muttered Hwa in a serious tone.

Nilam. The soft and delicate hand of his boss interrupted his fingers.

This man who was by his side was an important person from his community. He is also the boss and owner of the place where he works. Nilam felt like a dream now being near him. As a friend who feels familiar and willing to be with him at a time like this.

“Call it, I'm Hwa without the Master in front of him. You and Juju I have considered friends,” explained Hwa as if knowing the meaning of silence Nilam.

“Thank you.” The man smiled faintly at Nilam's reply.

Hwa then kept silent, letting Nilam continue to pray for the safety of his friends. Whining in a clear cry, only to his Lord. The man guaranteed everything Nilam said.

Suddenly, a cold and rough hand smothered Nilam's mouth. The girl's voice came to a halt, turning a stifled murmur.

Hwa's reflexes restrained Nilam's body, which he felt drawn away.

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