The Amazing Joni's
CHAPTER 14: FOURTEEN

Some jet skis are flying. Wush.wush..

The three of us got out. Almost got hit. It looks like a special track like a race. Some grass is scattered. Wilting. Even drying.

“Is the way we land always like this? Jeopardizes.” Deni raised his hand, about to protest.

“This is a Jet ski race. We are now in the middle of the race arena. I don't think this looks safe. The jet ski will return again across this area.” Sem said flat.

“Jetski? In the middle of this meadow? Holy hooch! Doesn't jetski need water?” I was wondering, wondering.

“In this place jet ski is used on land. As vehicle. No wheels, no propellers. They're floating.” Sem explained. “We'd better get out of the way.” Sem took us to the side of the arena.

This meadow looks like a big field. I didn't see the end of the jet ski. But on the other side, there was a magnificent building.

Clouds envelop the sky, the light of the sun is dim. Shadow thing dimmed.

“I think we only have an hour in this place. Today is dark.” I raised my hand, looking towards the advanced watch on the wrist.

Sem nodded. He'll understand. We continued walking towards that side of the wide field. I hope there are no jet skis back.

“That's what building?” Deni pointed towards the side of the arena there was a towering building, from where the ski jars had come from.

“Government buildings. That's our goal.” Sem answered.

“What is here with oil problem again?” Deni asked back.

“Sentah, Den. I'm not sure.” Sem shrugged his shoulders.

We keep going. Deflects sun.

“I think you should think of a way for us to get there as soon as possible, Jon. Isn't our time only one hour. Game service center will close at 18.00, lest we instead be left in the game.” Deni. His anxious face was scribbling.

“On that, I have a good idea.” Shem smiling, suspicious.

Deni and I looked at each other, looking. Whahuh?

Shem pointed to a herd of bison not far from the edge of the arena.

“That's our vehicle.” Sem exclaims cheerfully.

Wild bison? Deni and I looked at each other for the umpteenth time.

“How to, Sem? They could have been butting before we got close. Or trampling us. Our bodies will melt.” Deni held his armor.

“Your armour will not be destroyed just because it was stepped on by a bison, Den. Plus, I have this.” Sem put his hand in his pocket, revealing three objects like a small bottle of wind oil. It's as big as an index. “I bought it in Tropical Forest city.”

“What is the function of such a small object?” Deni asked.

“You'll see it, Den. But I'll only use two, the rest I keep. Maybe we'll need it later. Two bison are enough, right?” Sem smile. He took two arrows from the arrow rest. “This thing can be mixed with my arrow.” Sem opened the bottle one by one, inserting the pointed tip of his two arrows into each of the bottles.

Deni and I watched, guessing. The bison are many. His skull was hairy, his head was big, his horns were small, and there was a hump on his back. Shem directly attached the two arrows to his silver bow. At once two. At once? Yep. Shem trained for that.

Shem released two arrows from his bow. It didn't take him long to aim. The arrow seemed to have understood what his master wanted. Two large bison were hit. Clove. The arrow was not like the arrow that killed one lion while we were in the land of sand. When it hit the bison's body, the arrow instantly disappeared. What happened wasn't in my guess and Deni's. The two bison hit by the arrow walked over to us.

Suddenly, Deni raised his sword. Berseru, “Bet ready!”

Sem patted his shoulder. “It's okay, Den. They're tame. It's an animal tamer drug. Looks like it works fine. We can ride it now.” Shem smiled with satisfaction.

Deni threw out some anxiety, letting out a long sigh. Two bison have joined us.

Shem was already sitting sweetly on her bison back. Then asked us to go up together, shake hands. I clutched the mane. As we were about to depart, seven jet skis flashed back, darting at full speed. There are only seven. Before, I saw a lot. Probably dozens. I drove away bad guesses. Maybe they're still behind. Moreover, our path is also beyond the limits of the arena, will not interfere or block their path.

Sem has already blown his bison. Moving quickly left us. Me and Deni actually still look awkward. Meant to imitate the way of Sem, I even first Deni. He's nosy slashing the back behind a bison. The bison moved, sprinting quickly after his friend. Because the bison is one of the largest animals, its maximum running speed is only 65 kilometers per hour, not too fast. But enough to help us to arrive faster at the destination.

“Faster, friend.” Deni and I managed to catch up with Sem.

She looked up, feeling challenged. We ended up being a bison race.

The sun was dimming, almost falling in the western sky. The orange cloud enveloped the tinge of afternoon sunlight.

That afternoon, we arrived in front of the government building when the circle under the sun had already touched the horizon line. A luxurious building. There are two floors. But the jet ski race arena turned out to be the area behind the building. Not the front page. There was a kind of VIP stands behind the house, hanging on the second floor of the building. The place where the leader watches the race. The atmosphere here is much more crowded. Many spectators present. This time the texture of their faces was not too foreign, just like us. Mostly human. The seven jet skis are tethered neatly under the stands.

“You can save here. Tomorrow or anytime, you can connect it.” Sem got off the bison, rubbed his nape.

Deni and I also went down. Nodding. But Deni seemed eager to hear one announcement that the leader would make. He looked up, staring from a distance.

Today, we have found seven of the twenty participants who participated in this event. So tomorrow, we will determine the three people who will go up to the honor podium. Winners 1, 2, and 3.. Not in this place, brothers. But in a longer, wider, and more challenging arena.

The voice sounded hoarse, it could be guessed how old he was standing behind the microphone. Her hair is also bleached. Long beard. Whiter.

“Are you done, Den? I asked. Deni looked over, nodding.

I'm doing a saving game. So tomorrow, we will appear from the portal in this place again. Yeah, tomorrow. Deni and I don't want to miss a ground-based jet ski that looks interesting.

The moment I was about to press the button, opening the portal home, that was when the officer guiding us in the game service room contacted me. Can't we only communicate once in each scene?

Hologram. Ugly pictures. Like old school television with lots of ants. The officer looks disheveled, disheveled. Rush, as in the pursuit of the herd of singan, “I'm really sorry to you. This is beyond all our expectations. Our system's on the plow. The inter-dimensional portal has been tampered with. Damage has spread. Some game consoles are on fire. There are two groups like you who are already trapped in the game. And again, I'm really sorry. The same thing happened with you. The portal is no longer working. I also forced communication with the existing energy reserves. The situation here is very emergency. Chaos ensued__” The voice at the end of that connection was cut off.

Me and Deni are pale. Anxiety sinks in, hugging tightly half our hearts. It's totally beyond belief. We can't stay in this game forever. I bit my lip, I couldn't believe it, I didn't know what to do. Deni silent, sculpting. Sem is concerned, knows how we feel.

“How are we going home, Jon?” That voice sounded soft. Deni looked at me, expecting. All that hope seemed to fall on my shoulders.

I'm shaking. Don't know. My head's congested. All of this has failed. The greatest gaming console in the world? 2050? Technology dominance? The sophistication? I don't know. All perished with only a few surprises.

The sun is perfectly drowned. The orange rays are still spraying the cloud cover. It's almost dark.

“We'll spend the night here. I'll accompany you.” Sem patted Deni's shoulder, trying to cheer up. “At least you can still eat, will not starve in “this place”, the apple already proved it.”

“No other choice, Den. I will still complete this mission. I'm sure our scientists out there won't remain silent. They've been working hard. They'll return the portal again. We will definitely go home.” I tried hard, comforting Deni who bowed languidly.

“I haven't had time to say goodbye to anyone, Jon. Know it? They must be looking for us. Our parents, our teachers, our friends.” The tone of the voice still sounded soft.

Sem sedentary concerned. Holding tightly onto Deni's shoulders.

“We're going home, Den. Trust.” I once again convinced him.

Silent. The night came quickly. Darkened.

“I know a great place to find food in this country. I know the owner of the shop. But it's too far. Our bison has also returned to his flock. But I still have some apples. We can eat it. Dinner.” Sem pressed a few buttons on his wrist. Three large apple seeds appeared in a grasp.

I don't think apples are a problem either. After all, our appetite is gone. This incident came suddenly. By the time I had figured out how to use the blow, by the time Deni was already proficient with his sword, by the time we had defeated the first enemy, by the time we had made it to this country, when we planned not to miss tomorrow's ground jet ski race, all this chaos came. No matter how great the sophistication of technology, humans cannot evade the will of nature. I don't know what the cause is? The portal's broken. Hijacked? Other country interference? I don't know. We just want to go home.

The night is getting late, passing quickly. The stars are pouring in the sky. The crescent moon hung like the princess' smile. A cold breeze caressed the ends of the hair. Quiet, silent. This is not a room in my house. No heaters. There is no TV as thick as that HVS paper.

She invited him to the government building. I-i refused. There's not one there that we know. Shem finally took us to a place overgrown with palm trees. Savannas. Padang. Dinner with an apple each. More than enough because our mood was in turmoil. Supposedly by this time, we've been eating warm soup, or maybe chicken opor in the living room. The three of us broke down, both wrists, facing the sky. Occasionally talking about constellations, shooting stars, comets, asteroids, meteors, and even other planets. A new planet that he says is habitable.

Tired of the burden on my mind. We finally fell asleep.