The War Of Hearts
Chap 11 - Strange Fruits.

Along the way, Magani is dying for herself. Keep babbling and cursing Melvin who is no longer visible trunk of his nose.

Magani clucked, “What if I die of dehydration?”

“Depending on mood,” timpal Lyman while glancing briefly at Magani.

“What does that have to do with mood, huh?” magani asked curiously, I just listened.

“If my mood is good, then I will bury your body properly. Otherwise, yes I left or even happily gave it to the wild beast in this forest,” joked Lyman, his piety made Magani to be annoyed.

I pulled behind Magani's head while also chuckling. “Then from that, to save energy, it would be nice if you are silent. Is thirsty just you? We are the same. But be patient first. Moga before entering the forest of death we can get food intake for supplies also later.”

Magani does not chim. He was just busy muttering something with his regretful expression.

When we felt tired and not strong enough to walk again, we all decided to rest for a while. Sometimes we are also approached by funny animals that can talk.

Rabbit with a large size, not as we usually see, suddenly brought a carrot, he said that the carrot he carried was able to help relieve hunger. And the kind young trees gave us dew to drink.

After feeling a little bit of energy filled, we continued our journey back. So that in the morning we can all get out of this forest and can immediately enter the forest of death.

It didn't feel like almost the entire night we walked, the longer there was no conversation going on between us. There is only silence filled by the sounds of the night animals and the roar of our breath that is mingling with each other.

The lush forest we managed to pass through, so when the new sunlight appeared above the horizon began to pour into the crevices of the forest and slowly get rid of the darkness that enveloped.

The three of us stood in line at the end edge of the forest that we managed to pass through, then simultaneously we threw our breath with a single blow into the air. Voraciously inhaling the air, so cold and refreshing.

Lyman raised his index finger, trying to tell us something. “Look, the signpost there shows that the forest of death is already in front of our eyes.”

My gaze followed the direction of Lyman's index finger, the signpost made of wood board was filled with thick moss, even it seemed the wood was fragile and moist. Plang board it says ‘This forest >> hell small-time’

“Although the hell is small, it is still hell,” said Magani, her short body shuddered, pressed towards me.

“It's okay. Let's just say it's a simulation for you before it occupies an eternal place after death later,” Lyman led, he's unceasingly judging the timid Magani.

I shook my head when they started fighting. I chose to move in first. “Come in. Remember, we have a scent that can resist distress for three days. So take advantage of that time to get out of there.”

Lyman immediately ran around small, he followed my steps, his tall body has now passed me as if he wanted to guide the way. “I should have walked in front. After all, you are a girl, Jan. Let me take responsibility in this.”

I rolled my eyeballs while breathing out. “Yes, it's up to you. You deserve to be the leader in this team.”

Lyman gave a short laugh. “Not want to look like taking on a role. But since there were only two men here, and there was no way that timid Magani would become the leader, so I willingly did so. At least I'm not afraid of death.”

We started trailing Lyman, the area of the forest of death we had managed to enter. It was completely different and the atmosphere was different, when the morning had just been welcomed, but in the foggy and dark forest of death I did not feel any sunlight coming in.

“What's possible because it's still early, it's so cold, huh?” my idle next hand I wear to rub my goosebumps.

Lyman. “I think we should get used to the cold air that makes us shudder goosebumps. Because this is how the atmosphere in the forest of death.”

Magani whose steps were beginning to fall behind made no sound, and slowly my ears caught no sound of her footsteps. Worried, I turned half of my body, my gaze immediately fell down, right where Magani had fallen on the dry leaves with a grimacing face.

“You okay?” Immediately I approached Magani, Lyman who realized also approached.

“A-me ... Hungry,” complained Magani while rubbing her stomach, her face paled.

“There has not been half our journey inside this forest, we cannot know if there is any food to eat. Hold on a little more, let's just have to continue the journey,” persuaded me, hope Magani will survive a little more.

When our attention was both taken by Magani, suddenly our hearing all caught a strange sound, like the sound of bushes swaying over something. Of course it made everyone reflect to turn to the source of the sound, and our view immediately fell on Melvin who was picking small fruits that he just ate.

Either Melvin first arrived, but indeed from the beginning of his presence it can not be predicted. Know-how appeared, suddenly disappeared, and now she leisurely ate the fruit that was somehow named while occasionally glancing at us.

“I want too!”

I gasped as Magani shuffled as fast as lightning only to come to Melvin and without further ado ate the fruit. The fruit, which looks similar to wine but is bright red, does seem tempting to those of us who are hungry.

“You're trying to eat too, Jan?” lyman asked, his eyes showing a hint of doubt.

I looked down, rubbing my stomach which began to sound keroncong. Then my gaze rose again, staring at Magani who was greedily devouring the strange fruits there.

“There's no other choice, is there? In order to survive, we sometimes have to do anything. Magani and Melvin seem to be mediocre, they show no strange reaction after eating the fruit. So, let's eat too.” I got up, moved to Magani's place and was overtaken by Lyman.

Trees that are similar to banyan trees, the difference is that the hanging roots are filled with colorful fruits. But it is more predominantly red, and the fruit is eaten by Magani and Melvin.

Standing beside Magani, I asked as I watched her face filled with red liquid from the fruit she was eating. “How does it feel? Is it delicious?”

Magani mangosteen enthusiastic. “It's delicious. Tap— uh!”

We all glared together. Magani closed her own mouth, shocked to hear her voice change.

Magani's voice changed, much like a female voice. Increasingly supporting its appearance is indeed a bit messy.

Blocks.

I looked back, looking at Lyman who was also shocked to hear Magani's voice change. Lyman dropped the new fruit half he ate. Unlike Magani, the fruit he ate was green.

“You ate it?” many ensure.

Lyman nodded timidly.

“Try you to talk,” my word, I want to know how the effect of the green fruit.

Lyman opened his mouth, one of his hands rubbing his throat, like he was trying to talk. But still his voice no one came out in the slightest.

“Looks like Lyman became mute,” said Magani, I had wanted to laugh because of her voice that was so loud and very feminine, but was held back by remembering the fate of Lyman today.

“Bisu?” My forehead shrinks.

Lyman patted his chest, walked back and forth agitatedly, doing everything he could to get his voice out. But darling a thousand dear, even though his face was red still his mouth that mangap-mangap it did not make the slightest sound.

“How is this?” Magani whines, I get more and more confused.

When my eyeball rolled to the side, the person I was looking for was no longer in his place. Melvin, yes Melvin is no longer there, he disappeared without a trace. I wanted to ask for an explanation, as if he wanted to trap us all.

“Melvin! Where are you?!” My body was spinning, my eyes quickly obscured the entire place in search of his whereabouts.

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