
“Kalo at first glance squirms this Gonggong Building so Keong Mas keinget in TMII, right?” ask Heru from the front seat of the car.
“Hah? Keong mas?” tanya Tini was sitting behind the driver.
“Iya, Keong Mas Tini theater ... Not Keong mas in the rice fields that you usually eat,” said Mak Robin.
“Ooh...” continued Tini while turning to the Gonggong Building which is now an icon of Tanjung Pinang city. Since it was inaugurated in 2016, the building has been increasingly visited by both locals and immigrants like them.
The building is located on the beach, close to the port. Before the ship docked to the port, they could already see the Gonggong Building from a distance.
“Gonggong is a typical marine animal of Tanjung Pinang, a type of snail. The thrill of eating the bark when pulled from the shell. Very good indeed ..” said Bara. “Eating seafood deket from the source is different anyway,” added Bara from the back seat of Tini.
“Our dining place yesterday where is Ra? I forgot,” Heru said.
“Bulang Laut Village. Dining with views of the river Carang,” Bara replied.
“Oh yes, instantar if you stumble, before going home we stop by there again.”
The car began to climb through the contours of the Tanjung Pinang road that up and down meandering. The roads there are very clean with deep trenches that are not even visible in the high ground structured area.
“Make the unknown, Tanjung Pinang is the capital of Riau Islands Province yes ... Indonesia's 34th province was established in 2002. Why is it called an archipelago, because it consists of a cluster of several islands. Today we do not stop in this city, because tomorrow Kang Mas Bara will attend a seminar. So we go straight to Lagoi yes ..” Heru still enjoys her role as a tour guide who points to and explains the name of the place and its short history.
Lagoi is one of the popular tourist areas among Singaporean and Malaysian tourists. For those who do not know, Bintan used to accept dollar transactions because most who came were tourists.
In addition to Bali, Lombok and Sumba, Bintan Island is also a place where the list of the best resorts is located.
The National Press Seminar will be held at Club Med Bintan Resorts. The journey from Tanjung Pinang takes almost 50 minutes to the resort. And after passing through the ranks of the beach that stretches on their right, the car enters a lush area of trees.
As the car meanders along the road that looks different from the area they passed, the car finally enters the gate marker has arrived at the destination.
When entering the Lagoi area in the North of Bintan island, visitors are invited to enter a different area. The sky had darkened and the yellow lights placed on the trees along the way had lit up.
They arrived at Club Med at seven p.m. Bara and Heru went down first and two bellboys approached the car to bring down the luggage.
“Ayo Dul, we're already nyampe. Sleepy dad? Take a shower, eat new sleep yes ... Tomorrow can play on the beach.” Bara sent down the damned Dul. Sejah joined his son and followed Bara's steps into the hotel lobby.
“This is really nyampe, right? No need to ride anything else? I'm getting suspicious now.” Tini got out of the car with her shoes.
“Udah safe Mbak Tini ..” sahut Bayu who suddenly has been next to Tini. “You want me to help bawain?” Bayu looked at Tini's shoes.
“No need, faint later you.” Tini then dumps her shoes near the lobby terrace and sits on the stairs wearing her shoes.
Early Bayu approached him, Tini only considered it as entertainment. Liked someone, a sign he is still ‘seen’ as a woman. But when Bayu looks serious, it makes him uncomfortable. Bayu is not his type. For Tini, Bayu is like his little brother in the village who likes to ask for money to date almost all girls with the capital of a duck bike.
“Okay, everyone is here, right?” Heru looked at everyone in the entourage standing in the lobby with a shabby face.
“Ra, this is your room key.” Heru handed Bara two room keys. “This is Mak Robin and her son. This Trus is Tini, Asti and Boy. And the last one is me and Bayu.” Heru nodded in satisfaction after making sure everyone received the room key.
Tini has reopened her dress and started taking pictures with Asti in every corner of the hotel.
“Come to room,” take Tini to Asti and Boy. “So when do we talk to Bayu? Don't dawdle. I'm uncomfortable,” said Tini as the three of them marched down the path to their room.
“Sabar Mbak ... We're just nyampe. All are still tired, tomorrow if it is relaxed, we invite Mas Bayu to say.” Asti looked to his right-left worried that his speech was heard.
Between the hotel lobby and the room range is located quite far away. They have to pass through a beautiful path around which is filled with greenery and bright yellow garden lights.
“How is the opening sentence?” ask Boy. “You two talked. Or you first Tin, Asti later apologize.” The three of them slowed down.
“I first? Emoh! Don't want! Same-same-ja. Me and Asti. You come as Boy's help! You help me by the way,” Tini.
“Your mouth is if you are the same as the number one gombalin. Turn to say that, fight with people, must ask for help.” Boy grunts looking at Tini.
“So how should I? Bales his message Bayu use hapeku, but that bales Asti's message, you also know. So we should both talk about it.” Tini looked seriously at her two friends. “Let the Bayu not keep on talking to me weird. I don't understand,” exclaimed Tini restrained.
“Mampus ..” muttered Tini has not dared to look back. Asti and Boy have not dared to look.
“Mas Heru roommate Bayu,” hiss Boy.
“After may Bayu already dread what we omongi,” whispered Asti.
“So how should we go?” tanya Tini was also in a whisper.
“At least make sure who is behind,” said Boy.
The three of them turned slowly back. Their eyes caught Bayu who was standing with pias face staring at them alternately. Heru flashed an unusual awkward smile.
“Not yet on to room?” ask Heru to make small talk.
“Not yet,” sahut Tini, Asti and Boy almost simultaneously.
“Trus?” whisky Asti.
“Lari,” said Tini then turned around and ran for their room.
“Tini brash!” pekik Boy then turned around following Tini.
“Sorry Mas—Sorry Mas ..” Asti slightly lowered his head towards Bayu then turned around and came running after his friends.
Bayu stands sculpting. Her ears couldn't have misheard the words of the three people in front of her just now. The depth of the night even helps reveal something that has not been seen so far by him.
“Udah malem, all tired. Let's rest first. Tomorrow they'll talk to you. You were horrified yourself. Yuk ...” Heru embraces Bayu's shoulder then turns to the left of the place where their room is located.
Meanwhile in the distance.
“Tin! Already! Tini!” call Boy to Tini who's still on the ridge.
“Mbak Tini!” exciting Asti. Tini stopped her steps and looked back.
“Udah safe?” tanya Tini with a breath of breath.
“Udah! We are far away even. Where is our room?” boy asked, reached into his pants pocket, looking for a room key.
“Where is this? I don't think there's a room here. What seems to be only the sea.” Tini looked at the dark beach. The sound of waves filling their ears.
“We are already far away from the room. But since we're here, we'll sit down first. The beach is good,” take Asti.
“Iya, it's over. By the way, there is nothing we can do but face.” Tini sounds wise. He took off his shoes and buried his feet with fine sand.
“Facing ..” Mumbles Boy. “You who first ran earlier,” added Boy.
“I just need to warm up Boy,” kilah Tini.
The three of them put the luggage in hand then ran around on the beach. Jumping over the incoming waves swept the ledges to remove their footprints in the sand.
"Hopefully our apologies to the Bayu kayak waves that can make a trail in the sand yes Mbak .." said Asti while re-submerging his feet in the wet sand.
The To Be Continued.....
Weekend edition yes, happy holidays for those who are on vacation. For those who have not read Love Winarsih, read first yes... Enjuss has a romcom genre to fulfill the promise to share the story of Genk Duda Akut later. Not a long novel but juskelapa promises their story will definitely be entertaining :*