The TURUODUNG Story...

I want to story telling you this.
One day I sit-sit at my sleeping bed…I remember-remember want to sleep already daa but my eyes don’t want to shut down this…so I just let it opened wide only like a ghost bird…
I switched on the radio loud-loud and as I listened to my favorite song ‘di mana sudah kau sekarang nie’ by Baha Tungau, I feel comfort little-little already…but I don’t know why I cannot shut down my eyes bogiaa... Lazy true I this, I said alone-alone in my heart dii.
I flash back to the future and remember my friend Romei who is now in Sarawak to become the Eyes-Eyes to catch the thief and the gangster. I laugh alone-alone like crazy people until my sister called me ‘sot’ which means crazy. But I don’t care, I continue nopo laughing until my water eyes drop itself and flow and then I don’t remember how I got fainted dii and then suddenly I fall down to my sleeping bed and I fell asleep without any purpose….zzzzz…

Maybe I was dreaming laa this but I want to give story you nopo. I want to give know you baa.
I am like in the jungle only when I wake up because have a tree-tree around me right…like the bush and the forest only that surrounding me…I hope no snake spoon here…or rice field snake…because I am afraid of tonggiluang and especially all creeping and venom animal.
I am not afraid alone-alone in the jungle bo because I have once go to hunting the bakas with my brother gia dulu-dulu kan…so, like nothing laa…don’t only have a bakas now because I don’t have the bakakuk to shoot…the time also want to twilight. So, where to sleep…?I asked my body dii. I scratch-scratch my head again because I really confused baa. Will not I sleep under the bambangan tree? Where am I this the real-real? I true-true confused. But I throw away my fear far-far so I will not urinate at my trousers. Of course I want to go home…i am not a jungle people…I am human…I give strong my heart and then I try to find road out…half life I find-find the road out but disappointed. All die road I found.

If only I have a handphone at my hand right now, already I called Othoe from the Suria FM to give know my family that I lost in the jungle. Enough laa the jungle is not familiar, I don’t know again what to do…because not like Morokoling near at my village, Molisau…have many fruits from the tree to eat. Can reach by hand only the bambangan and eat crude-crude until scalding lip or olonuk munung…but who ask u not open the skin…kotoh.
So, I continue my story…the day is plus-plus dark and the rain also falling-falling down from the sky, so, I am also plus confuse because my shirt also want to wet like my trousers that I said just now…suddenly….the thunder and the lighting strikes went off like world war 3 in the sky. Plus again the heavy rain….confirm I get wet…but I try to control my panic because you know my face will turn to be handsome and sexy if I got panic. That’s why I try to cover my face with the tarap leaves…
I must strive to find the road out…not count how…suddenly I stumble a stump and I saw my leg bleeding and like I want to unconscious only…hard to imagine my feeling that time…so sick my leg…I cry like a baby but nobody listen to my voice…but don’t know if I sing, because I know when I start to sing, all the birds will follow me singing…because when I sing my voice is like a melodious bamboo…make hot right….? Can bah if you…

I continue again my story…
When my clothes wet already, I take off and then I squeeze to give throw the water and the sweat. And then, I wear my shirt back and I continue to find the road out. But, still not get-get…late-late I become tired…and I have no energy again…I try to cry but my voice don’t want to go out…until suddenly, I heard somebody calling my name…”Turuodung!!!” Wake up…then I wake up…o, thank God that I am back at my house and my room, and as usual, my little brother throw water on my clothes…


bayangkan laaa....