two friends

AA stories. Navis
As promised, the two men met in jempatan concrete near the intersection of three post office. The muscular and the other one thin. Both are close watch to the eye, as if to know what they arrive on time. When that evening arrived not long ago. Rain since the afternoon, just drizzly.
The night became dark and increasingly cold weather was over. One of his rain coat. Another coat of transparent plastic. His coat collar raised to cover the ears together. -Kar's head to be covered by a gray beret. The thin by the coat hat. While his hands together to sink deep into his pockets. They walk to the east with a half bend, evade the cold and the wind tonight. No one spoke.
Street lights swaying breeze, the dim light. Dammed by the usual fog fell on the city's mountains. The street was deserted as residents left the city because there are hazards. Only the shadow of two people bobbing up and down that it is visible. When they arrived at an intersection, the thick one asked without turning: "Where are we?"
"It's up to you." replied the thin barren.
Then the burly turning left. Like a duck road companion, the thin veer too. Now the road they took a hike. But they are not slowing down. So they like the added bend and head together terangguk stepped foot on each. The road by the darker shade of the trees on either side. And their legs often fall into the hole in the asphalt road that has not been repaired. Both with their own thoughts. Just galloping shoes that have soles that contradict humid night singing animals.
"Crazy. He dared. Once I am, definitely klenger." said the burly in his heart.
"The big, burly, proud of his muscles. But no brainer. And if the rich, arrogant. Not have feelings." said the thin one in his heart as well.
"Why does he dare? Does he have any knowledge? Science what? Ah, science. If you have any knowledge of Indonesia, the Netherlands would not be too long to colonize the country. But he is a science of what?" said the stout again on him.
"Homo homini lupus, says Hobbes. That's right. But not forever." said the thin one. "Because people have small brains. Must be smart. History to say so." said the thin one is still in the liver.
"I broke out of his head until his brain loose. Let the carcass out, do not try to fight me." said the burly, too.
Now they pass through a horizontal path after veering to the right again. Measures such as stunned when they started through the flat road. His breath as menghem-long bus, like going off hengahan suck. Then they crossed the width of a branch road. Suddenly an army jeep coming from the right. The heavy rush aside. But the thin one does not care. He did not evade. "You want to die, huh?" pengendera jeep roared to the accompaniment of curses.
The thin stood staring in the direction of a passing jeep no more feet away. She thought to herself: "Same thing you character. Not ethical. Not immoral."
The houses on either side of the road it is rare le-box. Electricity are not there yet. Only the light of oil lamps peered woven bamboo walls. The houses were deserted and dark. As quiet and as dark as natural to the top of the hill. While the hill is not displayed as a small natural merahapi underneath. Just above the border of a dense nature, the occasional bright light shining. The hill was like a gigantic crawling animals in the story of prehistory. Seems horrible.
Suddenly the door of the house on the left side of the open road.
Light oil lamps to jump out. Log into the dark night. Head of a woman stuck. He looked at long-on to the second man. The man looked at him as well.
When the man went on, the woman's head disappeared again behind the door, grumbling. "Damn.
Not them. "
And other women in the house giggling laugh. Then disappear as the door closed again. The lighting is licking the night he disappeared with him. Drizzly did not go down again.
"Damn. Dare I say damn. If I do not want women to the art I, you know?" said the burly still in his heart.
"Women are the owner of the meat of this charter, the same as the owner of the muscles. Just have no ethics, no morals." grumbled the thin one.
Then they came again at an intersection. Big road they took a left turn. But they had neruskan direction, via a small road without asphalt. Of small pebble-strewn closing. Gemercakan sound in-pijaki. Near the left side of the road snaking in banana leaves in the wind. Berkepakan rustling sound interrupted the wind blowing and singing jengkrik. Menghempang hill in front of them interrupted by intermittent banana leaf. The sky that gives a flash, as well dicelahnya peek. "I never thought I came here on a night like this." the thick one said to himself again. "Why do I have to come here? Lifetime-my age I'd never get here. Jangkankan night. Siang was not. Gila true."
"The powerful, wealthy people, it wants destiny. If you are reluctant to respect the subaltern, honor your destiny. If they do not, your opponent's fate. Fear of fighting, trampled on. If you fight, use the brain. Akali. Losing win also meant to be." said the thin one is still in his heart.
Suddenly the two are surprised. Same steps they halted, while carefully watching something that is passing fast in front of them. Apparently a ferret.
Berdesauan perlandaan sound body with leaves on the bush.
"Huss, ferret. Make surprise people. Nantilah, I took the gun here. Perhaps you know the feeling." said the stout.
"For you weasel, always there for you terkam chicken companion. What is the chicken because it was his destiny was. Said Hobbes is only fit for animals. Man is an animal, yes, the same. But I'm human. People are human. If strong, it , do not oppress. If you do not want to fight, so ayamlah you. " said the thin again.
Both continue to go well. But more slowly. The heavy like searching for something. "Thin people like you, once tetak, a broken neck. Days later people will find the smell of rotting carcasses here. Carcass, the carcass you. Therefore you should never oppose
strong people. "said the stout again. Still in the liver. He's more like he was slowing his pace was down to his destination. And it was not long before they came to a vast plain that stretches along the foot of the hill in the distance. There is no tree grow there. addition menyemak grove. it used to be fields where Dutch soldiers, and soldiers of the revolution Japanese sorja shooting practice. In Japan there is also cut off the lives of people accused traitor. army of the revolution was to imitate the teacher who sorja Japan. Thus it fosters the fantasy field straightened hair roma everyone.

Those prisoners who will be brought to it, which was the first by fear or a quick prayer in a thousand ways. And now a desolate desert area and create that spooky fantasy, berenyai at night, cold and pekam, approached by two men. And the field was, as usual, waiting and watching people who decapitated or shot to death regardless of the feelings of the victim. Desert rose desert receives the second coming of man. Being indifferent to all that is done by human beings against each other. As if to say: "Hey man, you guys kill each other please." But the spirits of the murdered man without pleasure, that foster the fantasy become a ghost, like not touching the hearts of two men who came in that night.
"He would slaughter me, as did the soldiers." said the thin one in his heart.
"If he dies I gampar, people would ask me. Police will arrest me. Death to me. Unfortunately these people want to come here." said the burly grumbled to himself. "If I'm incarcerated, in what sense my wife. If I dikuhum die? The bastards will chase my wife is young, beautiful and rich by inheritance. Shit".
Flash of light radiate far too high in the sky, without power pierce the dark and lonely prairie. And occasionally the wind blew a little harder, until the leaves drop coherence bergoyangan timber of water droplets on it. Sauan dusty bells sound, like a screaming soldier who would die possessed by the spirit of fierce and bloodthirsty.
The heavy rear its head as he looked around the nature of the field. Then he said, stopped the pace, "Here's all."
The thin one was stopped in his tracks. Still he also meditate. Both are now facing up, like two people who would say something that long has been saved.
"He should not have brought me here. I just look for the goons. Have taught him this. Out of the case." said the stout. "Unfortunately I was flippant duel him tonight."
Flash of light radiating again. Beyond the hill the other side of the canyon's width. Dim, like a limp. Then said the stocky with a faint sound like the lightning that:
"Never been mengangankan I came here with you. Especially at night. In fact we are here as well.
You know why? "
The thin lift his head, as he looked toward the thick head. Then he said with a dry voice.
"What do you want it?" But in her heart she said: "You know you're big and strong. You're so brave to bring me here. But I have my pride. Once I sour, you abused me for life."
Both were silent when the wind blows hard rada. Shouted again abort leaves the remaining droplets of water clinging to it.
"We have been friends since junior high. How long is it? Do you remember? Over twenty years." the thick one to start talking long as the initial conversation with a reminder of all that has been given to the thin during their friendship strong. His tone was proud of his strengths and harass the thin with sarcasm sentence.
"One day you introduced me Nita. You said, your friend. I had a crush on him. I'm applying to him for his parents. Then we married. Since then you changed. How do I know your girlfriend Nita." said the stout.
"If the ship changed directions like where strong winds blow, better not menompangnya. But this is not about Nita. It's a matter of pride that you always harass" said the thin one. Still in his heart.
"You think I'm jealous that Nita and close to you? No. I'm not jealous. Because I know who I am, whom Nita, who you are." said the stout. Then with a strong tone he continued:"If you want to grab him, grab. Leave this town. I do not like being harassed." He tried to examine the thin face. However dark the night obstruct vision. Lightning does not help too much because in the west. The wind was still for a moment-a moment at the end of the branch leaves menggoyangi.
"You do not care to miss your ship in the bay, the waves are calm. That's the kind of human you are. As the kings of yore. All that is under your power, do you think can be traded. Who wants to be treated and hold it so constantly ? " said the thin one in his heart as well.
"Now, we are here, in this vast desert, the night after the rain falls, where lightning is still soap-bersabungan. But in my little heart I regret our presence here. I feel silly. But ..... if not by way of We solve this problem, hi-langlah pride. " said the stout man with the style of the party that tried to foster the impression of awe that is expected of it. But the skinny is still not responding. He's still acting like that, no matter stands.
"Utterly been concentrated in male hearts challenging me?" said the stout.
The thin one did not answer. But did not bow his head again. Establishment of such challenges.
"Once again I ask, what your heart is dark?"
"You think what?" said the thin one foot step while lessened.
The heavy open raincoat calm. Kutkannya welcomed the twigs underbrush a few steps from its place. Stepping rolled up his shirt sleeve length. Finish the left, then the right. Also in peace. But when he saw the thin one is still hung up on where he stood, he said, "Why do not you open your coat? Are you sorry?"
"What do you care?"
"Good." said the burly while completing his sleeves rolled up. Then he clench his fists as a step to step. Ready for a fight. Suddenly he saw something shiny in the hands of the thin one. "What's that?" he asked.
"Knives," said the thin one firm.
"Oh. You're knife? It's called cheating." said the stocky legs as he took another step to discourage.
No one answered the skinny.
"If you cheat, what's masculinity? I do not want to duel with the cheating." said the stout.
"Pee you." for the thin vulgar insult.
The heavy loss of nerve. "If I know you carry a knife ......."
And the wind blows again. Berdesauan foliage as well. Now as jubilant over the victory over the pride of the little people big.

Soon the thick one said again, but with a loose sound. "I'm an educated person. Esteemed in the eyes of society. I do not want to be slain by my own best friend. Not I would have thought, you'd kill me."
"I should have spit at your face. But what good is insulting the person who loses?" said the thin one in the liver. Instantly there is a disturbing thought, what if the burly winner. "It's like winning the civil war."
"I mean, just wanted to resolve the issue between us. Not to berbunuh murder. Since we berhabat friends." said the stout in a low voice.
The thin one turned away. Then step into the direction they had come. Not in a hurry. Nor does it quietly.
"Wait. Wait for me." cried the stout. Because of the thin keep away, he followed with a long-term measures. "Do not misunderstand me. Actually I do not want to fight. Especially with you." he said after the close.
The skinny is not answered. He walked on without her steps slowed. The heavy continues to also talk about his nyesalannya thin to take the place deserted. Then he said: "I apologize for the greatest forgiveness.
You want, right? "For the skinny kept saying no, in the hands of the thin pegangnya. But the thin tangannnya deprive it of the handle. Terperengah stood for a moment the thick one.
The wind was blowing again tonight. Leaves the side of the road immediately sough. The heavy step, faster than the thin one step. After a few steps ahead, he stood and waited for the lean approach.
Didekapnya his hands under his chin like a statue of Buddha. Then he said plaintively: "I'm really, do not you tell this incident to anyone. Destroyed my self-esteem. Akan what Nita said, if he knew?
I was devastated. Destroyed. "
The skinny keep going. The heavy continues to block a step backwards. Without merobah lies both hands, the thick one said again: "Whatever you ask will I give, as long as you do not tell anyone. Expires me. Destroyed my self-esteem. Say what you want. If you like Nita, take it. I'm sincere. "
Suddenly he stopped. He remembers his coat hanging on a branch vert. He hurried back to fetch it. Haste was he wearing a coat and unbuttoned. While his eyes looked too skinny to getting away and getting lost in the dark of the night. He ran after her calling Dial the name of the skinny skinny and have to wait. When he reached the place they had parted, the burly stop. He looked around for where the skinny is. Not seen anyone, other than a dark night. Romanya feather goose bumps. As he sprinted, he called the name of the thin hard. "Dali, wait. Dali, wait. Do not leave me. Daliiii."
The thin one out of hiding in the bushes, after the thick voice was not heard again. He's hiding because reluctantly goes along with old friends who have become old friends.