Barjun seemed to get a toll road when Maylane offered to become a manager to fulfill his dream of becoming a world-class surfer. He left Karoniki Beach who taught him to surf. Abandoned by Mulook Cafe, which has been supporting him for years. He ignored Lucien who let out a tear in Maileppet Harbour. Barjun believed and followed the steps that May directed. He started by visiting Bali. On the Island of the Gods he practiced tirelessly. Playing in the waves from morning to evening. The struggle was not in vain. Even though it was his first time competing in a world-class tournament, he was able to enter the top 10 group. May is very happy. He believed his prediction was not wrong. In Bali, Barjun met Ayana and Maiori, who had been his junior students in the Mentawai. May doesn't seem to like the two Japanese girls. May decides to move places to avoid them. Barjun did not understand why May seemed to have seen a ghost in the two girls. He then invited Barjun to immediately go to Lombok even though the match there was still a long time away. As a young man who is new to the outside world, Barjun just follows May's wishes. He also feels compelled to obey the manager who manages his life. He also could not refuse when one night May asked him to make love. It was his first experience of 'meeting' with a woman.
Chapter 1 Offer Yourself As Manager
The waves roll high. Long curved like making a hole. The tip of the arch that seemed to have turned white fell crashing on the surface of the blue sea.
Seconds later seen the sea surface moving again. Like being pushed by a strong force behind. The movement of the blue water condenses with a peak that looks white. Move round the ends wide open.
Suddenly from the top of the roll appeared someone sleeping on a surfboard.
He paddles the board. Quickly collide with the rolling waves while standing. Upright with bent legs. His body was erect on his side with his arms half outstretched. He managed to follow the waves.
With control of both feet, he floated along the waves. Before reaching the top covered in fragments of the end of the water, the white board turned. The winding board follows the wave roll. In just seconds, the surfboard rotates. As if back against the folds. The same movement is repeated several times. Chasing with the breaking waves.
Suddenly he was out of sight. As if swallowed in the waves. Is lost. But only a few seconds. Then he seemed to come out of a cave. By spreading his arms like a bird's wings he managed to get out.
There are still waves that can be climbed. The end of the board immediately dodged to the left. Go up a little but quickly roll down. He had to duck deeper so as not to be splashed by the waves.
It's no longer possible to follow the reels. The waves on the left have been shattered. The board goes straight ahead. He raised his right hand.
Hundreds of pairs of eyes who saw the action responded to the wave with a shout. "Excellent! Excellent!" they shouted. They clapped in amazement.
He pulled over by sleeping on the board. The young man stepped one by one across the shoreline. His left hand holds a white surfboard. His broad body shimmered in the sunlight.
From the end of the beach to the left, someone was running. Wear a hat with a short shirt above the waist. Ivory yellow. Wear black shorts. From the way she ran, it was certain that she was a woman. His whole body seemed to sway.
He ran to the beach. Not going to the sea to swim. He approached the man who had just finished surfing. The man was already on the beach sand dune. Seeing someone running towards him he stopped.
His right hand is still holding the surfboard. The woman arrived near him. Stopped a step about two meters in front of him. The man made sure he didn't recognize her. woman with. His nose was sticking out above his thin lips. His face is oval white.
"Barjun!" who is that woman?
The man nodded. His name is Barjun. Barjun Sagaileppak.
The tall, solid woman stepped quickly. Approaching Barjun with open arms. The woman hugged Borjun. "I was looking for you!" he said between tight hugs.
Barjun gasped. Not because of an urgent tenderness. Clinging to his chest. He didn't know this woman. Why look for it? He let go of the hug. Look at him again. I'm sure this is the first time we've met.
A number of people could be heard whistling at the sight.
Barjun straightened the surfboard. "Sorry. We've only just seen each other, have we? You..."
The blonde woman laughed. "Sorry. Sorry. I'm Meylane Hucler. I'm from Hawaii," he explained.
Barjun invites the woman to sit in the cafe. Cafe with sky roof. They sat at a round table under a coconut tree. Two young coconuts immediately served in front of them.
Meylane, who calls herself Mey, said that she had come to Mentawai to meet Barjun. He claimed to have seen videos of Barjun surfing. And he was interested in seeing Borjun's skill in playing the waves. Impressed with Barjun's ability to play on the waves.
"I want to offer how if we cooperate," said Mey in Indonesian which is quite fluent. He admitted that he had lived in Bali for three years.
"How about cooperation?"
"I will be your manager."
"Manager?" asked Barjun not understanding.
Mey finished gulping down the coconut water. "You become a professional surfer. I'm the manager. How?"
Barjun was silent. Playing with the waves has been Barjun's hobby since childhood. He was born and raised on the beach. The sea is like his front yard. And the waves become friends to play with.
Only the last two years he started surfing. At first it was just for fun. There is no job after high school. He couldn't go to college. No one will pay for it. Both of his parents have died. They are victims of the 2010 tsunami.
Seeing a tourist carrying a long pointed board playing on the waves, Barjun was interested. They lent the board. Barjun descends into the sea. It wasn't easy. He always fell and could not stand on the board.
He then watched, watched and learned how they were able to stand on the board in a half-squat position. How to control a board so that it slides with your body glued to it. How to float following the rolling waves.
Every time he saw an idle board he borrowed it. Playing in the waves every day. The next three months Borjun was able to play on the waves. Some Caucasian surfers taught him tricks to conquer the waves.
A year later he was proficient. He has recognized the type of waves that are very challenging throughout the Mentawai. It's all been conquered. The average wave in the Mentawai Islands reaches a height of 7 meters. At least, there are 71 surfing points in this archipelago. A total of 49 points of which are in the international-scale executive category. And 7 spots are the best of 10 spot points in the world.
"How? You agree?" May asked again.
Barjun doesn't have an answer yet. The sea breeze rustling the coconut leaves. He also heard the rustle in his heart. He couldn't decide.
"You've been here long?"
Barjun wished he still had time to think about this woman's offer. After all, he just met May. The offer was astounding.
"If you're okay, we'll leave tomorrow."
"Leave? Where to?"
"To Bali!"
Barjun's mouth dropped open. Bali is the place he's been dreaming of since he became familiar with surfboards. Bali has waves that are no less good than the Mentawai. There surfing is already part of the tourist activity. Many world-class surfers deliberately come to conquer the ferocity of the waves of Kuta Beach. Uluwatu, Canggu Beach and Padang Padang Beach.
It was a story he had heard from a number of tourists. The story then carried over to his dream. Going to Bali is his dream. If this Caucasian is now offering him there, why don't you stay silent?
Barjun raised his eyes. He looked into the eyes that were also looking at him. He looked for sincerity in his two bright blue eyes. Not sure it's there. He could see that the woman's veins were describing something. The white veins connected together like a map. Yes, map. And that's a map of the island of Bali!