Missing Rose Trace (Part 2)

 Written by : Linda Herliantina

Translated in English  by : DS. Utomo

Published by : Mizan Publishing House, Bandung, Indonesia

It’s seen in the train were four teenagers known as the Four Teens Gang.They are Aryo, Iqbal, Dul and Jalu. This morning when the sun was just shining its yellowish red color, they departed by train from the nearest railway station. Three days ago, in their discussions in the secret cave , they agreed to accept the invitation from uncle Jatomo , to  vacationing in the mountains.

"Yo, how long before we reached our destination ? "asked Dul, the fat boy.
"About three hours away,"replied  Aryo calmly. He is the leader of a the gang.
"Uhh ..., it’s still long. I am hungry  .... "said Dul, holding his fat belly ..
"Dul .... Dul .... ,  just be patient….Actually you must have  dieting in order to be  slim, " Jalu who’s  sitting beside Dul, muttered .

Less than ten minutes later, Dul already busy struggling with a plate of fried rice that was ordered  from the restoration .But, unfortunately this fried rice was also eaten by the other three friends !..

This vacation time is indeed special. They were invited on holiday to the mountains by Iqbal's uncle. They’ve already imagined how  fun holiday there. It certainly will bring another atmosphere of the daily seaside atmosphere that has been bored them. Is there any mystery which  will approach them in the mountains there? Who knows, it may be a kind of exciting adventure  they hunt ... ...
Finally the  train  arrived at the destination station. Long whistle shrieked, tore the frenzied atmosphere at the station. By  backpacks on their  shoulders , Aryo and colleagues rushed down from the train.
"Where's your uncle, Bal ? " asked  Dul, throwing his eyes around him , sweeping the crowd at the station.
"Where ..., huh? He  may be late  .... " replied  Iqbal.  looked around too.

"Let us  wait for him there ," said Aryo, pointing to a rather empty corner of the platform.

The four teenagers rushed to the spot, then sit on the floor.
About a quarter of an hour later, a middle-aged man looked hurriedly towards them. His face looks shiny, black, full of sweat stream.

"Uncle ....!" Iqbal shouted, waving his hand toward his uncle.
The old figure smiled and came  toward  Iqbal. The  Iqbal’s three friends  immediately got up, welcomed the arrival of Iqbal's uncle.

"My friends, this is my uncle Jatomo ... ..., ," Iqbal hastily introduced his uncle..

Uncle Jatomo immediately shook their hands, one after another. A cheerful  smile’s still tugging at his lips. While his eyes are shining to welcome the Four Teens Gang……

(To be continued).