Behind the Eyes of INDIGO
Barrier and thrusters

Instantly the atmosphere became very quiet. All the other participants and organizers had walked quite far above, Alia was still standing staring at the stairs that were in front of her.

"Al! when are you going to stand there? let's walk!" shout Fahmi.

"Eh yes yes..."

Slowly Alia began to step up the stairs with sweat still dripping on her body. As soon as both of his feet stepped on one of the steps, suddenly his entire body turned cold as if he had gone from that place and entered into a dark cave.

Alia tried to keep stepping up, she looked left and right, clearly there were so many invisible beings looking at her like they were watching.

"This al-Astaghfirullah is a forest! there's a lot of them here, it's like a warehouse!"

Alia said in her heart as she continued to step up and try to keep looking ahead. Long enough Alia stepped, unconsciously her legs began to numb and stop stepping, she fell down and just fell silent, inexplicably her legs felt stiff and difficult to move.

"What happened to my feet! it felt heavy, like someone was holding it"

Alia said softly while holding her legs that could not be moved at all, she looked up and no one was in sight because everything was far above, some have even reached the fourth post.

"Oh my God.. Do I have to stay here? how is this, I've been left far behind! if there's anything who's gonna help?"

Shortly thereafter, the sound of footsteps came from above. Alia looked up and it was Fahmi, she came back to see Alia because she did not catch up with the others.

"Jeez Alia! you're even sitting here! let's go the other way!"

"Please help me my legs can't be moved, eh... Why?"

Suddenly, Alia's legs again felt light and she could stand up very easily.

"It's not funny Al! are you fast?"

"Eh, but I really couldn't! wait for me!"

Alia rushes to catch up with Fahmi and doesn't want to be left alone anymore. They reached the fourth post and took a break to let go of his fatigue.

The top of the mountain was already close from the fourth post. Access to the road to the top is not as smooth as thousands of stairs earlier, but fortunately the road has more flat parts, although there are still parts that climb a little.

The road close to the top is not easy, although many parts are flat but the road consists of many rocks that are very steep,. just a little not careful then it can slip and fall into the abyss.

Alia was still walking at the very back, she walked slowly while continuing to look around her. He accidentally fell back and sat on a large rock.

"What a strange thing, this stone is big, but the top of it why can it be so flat like this? and even weirder, the top is flat, but why did I fall?"

Alia sat on the big rock and observed. Somehow his body became very tired and weak as if he could no longer walk, his body felt very heavy as if he had been burdened since he walked through the stairs earlier.

Soon Fahmi returned to Alia who was still sitting on the big rock.

"Why again?"

"Me, I'm tired of swearing!"

"Let's be here any minute!"

"Can't you dong, when you want to wait here alone?"

"I'm really not papa, you go!"

After a long argument, with a heavy heart Fahmi finally left Alia alone on the stone, he followed the other participants to the top.

"Why the? why does it seem like someone's blocking me from getting there?"

Alia grumbled as she smashed her hand at the stone she was sitting on. Suddenly a figure appeared that looked very large.

The figure was black-robed with a large and tall posture, his face was faint and Alia could not see it, he was standing right in front of Alia, behind him were also some who were following, Alia could not see it, they looked the same but what looked the most terrible was the one standing at the very front. He held a large black stick in his left hand.

"What'sthis? whoareyou? want what?"

They just kept quiet and looked towards Alia, thinking that the figure had no evil intentions because she could feel a very different air and aura than usual. The aura was extremely strong, dense but harmless. Although no one was speaking, it was like saying that Alia did not have to look back and had to reach the top to do something.

Alia remembered something, she was still holding a mineral bottle containing a little leftover water. Slowly Alia poured the remaining water in the bottle and recited some prayers.

Alia insisted on getting up and walking again, this time her body became lighter, not only could she walk quickly again, she could even run to get to the top.

Finally Alia reached the top, all the participants and the committee were resting and some were still doing Dzuhur prayer. At the top there is a flat section that is quite wide and there is a large mosque building, there is also a public toilet with water that relentlessly flows from springs in the mountains.

"Well, did you enter the time of Dzuhur from 20 minutes ago, meaning the journey from the bottom to here takes three hours more?"

"Alia, you come too, you pray first there, there is a public toilet"

Alia went straight to the public restroom, she washed her face and drank a few sips of water. The water is safe to drink because it comes from direct springs.

"It's so fresh! the water is very cold, it is really useful to eliminate fatigue during the trip."

Alia rushed to perform the Dzuhur prayer, after she finished coming out of the mosque and found everyone was no more, except Dista.

"Which are you alone, which other one?"

"On the feet again pray in the firecrackers"

"Aren't you coming?"

"I'm an idol"

Alia was speechless, she did not want to catch up with the others at all. Seeing the stairs are so uphill and high alone has made his desire disappear. But somehow Alia's heart said that she had to go upstairs and look at the firecrackers. Without thinking again, Alia finally walked up. To get to the flushing he had to pass about a hundred steps that were almost vertical.

On the last step of the stairs there is an open gate. Alia looked around, the place turned out to be on the perimeter fence and was seen locked if there were no visitors.

Right in front of Alia there is a wooden building with woven bamboo walls that look very well maintained, the color of the wood is still shiny as new in the wake.

Everyone was already inside to pray, and it turned out that the old man was leading the prayer, but strangely he prayed using a fine Javanese language and some words that could not be understood by Alia and everyone.