
Day seven of Jaka and Lita's illness. They are now as healthy as ever. Sukma and his troops had also said goodbye 1 hour ago to return to their headquarters. Both the Angga team and the Sukma team promised to be diligent in visiting each other as a form of brotherhood.
"Kri, your timetable is Rena guard the post this morning. Tar day shift I ama Naya," said Angga to Fikri who was busy swimming in the waterfall pool.
"Yes abis is leaving. I want the body first," replied Fikri cheerful.
"Bro.lu pay attention to this small separate pool. If any danger condition is detected by us from up there, then we will send word by throwing stones into a small pond. The size of the stone depends on the magnitude of the danger," said Fikri gave an idea.
"The maknyus idea. We divide danger into three categories. Pebbles thrown repeatedly represent small hazards, such as thick fog, cloudy weather tends to be bad, wild animals under the size of our bodies, and the like. A stone as big as a fist means moderate danger, such as bad weather prone to storms, wild animals like lions, and the like. A rock as big as a human head or larger indicates a great danger, such as flash floods, landslides, wild animals above the level of a lion, tribal attacks, and the like." Terang Angga explained to all team members as a continuation of Fikri's previous idea.
Twenty minutes later Fikri and Rena waved from up there. To fill the saturation, Fikri deliberately brought a few small pieces of bamboo that he would later look thin and then woven into a basket. The lack of household appliances makes Fikri think hard to use what is available as a work cubit. That's one of the hobbies of the man with the highest IP in the Angga.
"You know what, Kri.."
"Ga know!!"
"Yee..not to mention!!" Rena has not been a premature manyun because of Fikri.
"Well.do you ask 'you don't?'. I don't know, Non.." Fikri defended himself.
"Dengerin was napaa. Your response speed is dim and out of place. You think this is smart carefully, first answer that?!. You should think what I mean. Not just answer without thinking. Let the chatter keep up. There's solid feedback. Communication is good, not good. Who knows also who mo I'm talking about is important, will be delayed important info. Moreover, the conditions like gini, dangers everywhere, there could be any danger. Even if it's not very important, at least you give pause, let me run first. Not that..."
"Wooss.stop stopp. Your breath is not abis, by the way so much?"
"Hahahaha.." The two chuckled together.
"Mo what story did you ah?!. So everywhere he said hahaha," Fikri still chuckled.
"That's your sohib, platoon commander. Naya said Abis was shot." Rena said to the point.
"Seriously?!" Fikri.
"Yes that. I was making up stories like this. Which is really!" answer Rena a little sensi.
"Haha.the rapid progress of the child. Trus accepted?" Fikri asked again.
"Obviously welcome donk. Naya has done so much care to Angga. It's really creepy. Lu also must have often seen how messrahnya they even though not yet established," cerocos Rena who inexplicably he today so like long sentences when talking.
--It seems like the state of those who only both make Rena very freely say loss dol without brakes.
-- Showing how comfortable he is with Fikri.
- Cieee.
"Your turn is now the shot, Kri!" reprimand the author intervened.
"Huss.tar. Belom sampe there's the episode!!" Fikri sewot.
"Tar first what do you mean?. Lu Abis who the hell is he?!. At the top of here we're just the two of us. Ish is the serem.." Rena rubbed her arm that was goosebumps disco.
"Hehe. There's nothing. Forget that!!. I'm just a monologue for poetry" Fikri grinned at the horse.
he stared at the beard at Author.
BLOCKKER
BLOKK
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"Eh..Ficry..Krii, hot!!" Rena patted hard on Fikri's back suddenly to make the owner of the back spontaneously cough.
"Uhukkkp. Lu why the hell?!"
"That's seen!!" Rena pointed somewhere below Sana.
Far away there, among the forest grasses seen dozens of black-clothed humans combing every inch of the area they pass.
"Isn't that the clothes of the criminals on the ferry?!" Fikri glared in horror.
"Gue thinks so too!"
BLUNGS..
Angga. Two stones the size of a helmet were dropped by Fikri from the top of the hill. Angga looked up for a moment and saw Fikri waving in panic. Soon Fikri and Rena were seen running down the hill.
"Naya, Sisi, mbak Lita, Mr. Herson.you quickly go up to the hill post for safety. Let Fikri down help. The others prepared with all the weapons!!" yelled Angga tensely.
"I'm here to help" Lita argued.
"I'm staying here too. I'm not a coward!" Mr. Herson also persisted.
"Yes it's up to you" Angga couldn't force.
"Woy, Ngga. Quickly go up all. No one is fighting!!" Shouted Fikri exerting his voice when it reached half a hill.
For the sake of hearing Fikri's cry, all rushed up. They do not know what kind of danger is coming. But Fikri knows much better, because he is the one who sees directly. Inevitably, they obeyed the words of Fikri.
"Ben.we block the path first. Do not let the road be seen by the enemy," Angga rushed to shift the large rocks to close the path of entry of the ramp.
- Beno and Pak Bagas came to help by bringing twigs and leaves.
"Let's go up quickly." said Angga after successfully closing the entrance gap.
If you notice, the entrance looks like a pile of stone ruins with twigs and leaves scattered. No one would have thought there was a path behind him, unless someone was curious then crawled up the pile of stones to see the back side. But even then it is also less likely, because their mindset will automatically assume the Angga team will not go through an abnormal path.
"What's the danger, Kri?" ask Angga as soon as they get to the top of the hill.
"Look at yourself.." Fikri pointed towards the forest where there were dozens of dark-clothed humans walking slowly by combing the area.
"They're the criminals!!" Angga.
"Waduw waduw.makin this complicated. Various difficulties we have gone through, uh getting bigger now the difficulty.warbiasahh," Jaka scratched his head which is dandruff.
"Babang Author no bosen-bosennya give us trouble mulu. Once upon a time beloved beautiful story. Love story, for example, is sweet. Ato might be tucked into an outbound show, a flying fox macem, like that. Easy ones, guess what. Let our selow pepper maennya, not a mulu dry, right?. If I think it's fun in the author, it's hard for us. He's good to stay typing doang while sniffing coffee. Well we.. run around, attacked by ferocious animals, fighting, let alone try our hard?, buanyak ga keitung. Anyways..."
"Ssttt..stop!!" rena ngeslong brake again.
- Long talk like a train.
and again Fikri who must be the stopper.
"That's why I told you to go up. They're dangerous. We need to set a strategy to be able to face," said Fikri with a full face.
"All retreat. Don't look too flashy on the hill. The men please immediately make a simple wooden house. Looks like we will survive here not only today," Angga's orders worried.
"Fikri and Rena, you keep an eye on their movements. But hide not to be seen from there," added Angga who then immediately ran back to help prepare to make a shelter as soon as possible.
"We didn't bring any food. This will be a problem." said Angga fretting.
"There is only a stream to the waterfall. I hope there's fish in there" Mr. Bagas chimed in.
"What's our plan now?" ask Mr. Herson.
"While we are looking for groceries while we observe their movements," Angga replied with frowns, thinking of the best solution for them.
Pablo's men had landed on the island of Mawar after seeing Gino's lifeboat laid carelessly on the shore. Although their original plan was only to get Naya, now they get orders to arrest or kill all those who have saved Naya.
Things are getting more complicated and difficult. What is their next fate?
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