Hidden In The Mist
Chapter 32 Getting Lost

The rain had stopped, Herly and Bagus were looking for a married couple they had met when they first arrived at Herly's ancestral home.

"Her house is so scary, don't they both shamans of black magic?"

"Sst... don't just talk Gus, later the babah listen, then they offended how?"

"Have you wait in the car, let me be alone to him both. Who knew they had the quickest shortcut to goa."

Good not to answer, the young man just scratched his scratching head, then got into the car. While Herly knocked on the house owned by the grandmother who claimed to be given the task of caring for the family home Herly.

"Tok... Mbah, ibah... Excuse me Mbah, it's me Herly...!"

"What a weird thing they're leaving, but it was a rainstorm, is it possible they're out of the house?"

"Ah... It's better that I go, and there's a map anyway, and I think there's only one of those mountains here."

Herly returned to the car and Good immediately started their car engine. Herly sat beside Bagus while looking at the map and pointed her friend, towards the hiking trail.

Along the road they went through were only rice fields and gardens. There were only occasionally people on the side of the road, who Herly thought looked strange and suspicious.

Their stature was almost all similar, the way down wearing caping, and not the least concerned with their presence on the village road.

All of that to Herly was unnatural. Because based on his personal experience, ordinary villagers are friendly to others. They will say hello, or just smile to show courtesy, a sign they respect each other.

But this time the friendly habit was not found in the ancestral village. Out of curiosity, he intends to greet a resident if they later cross paths again.

"Excuse me sir asked, if you want to go to the mountain through where?"

Sure enough, a man wearing a caping stopped, and looked towards Herly with a flat face. He said nothing but pointed straight ahead.

Herly smiled bitterly, then asked Good to continue the journey. Herly was surprised, because the culture of the village was very different from the customs of the village in general.

Herly glanced at the rearview mirror, but the person she greeted was no longer on the street. Herly was confused, he looked back and forth, but the man just disappeared like he had swallowed the earth.

"Why are you Her, like a hot worm?"

"You see the guy we called Gus, you know where that guy went?"

"No, I don't see, maybe he just crossed into the rice field, or is there another shortcut we don't know about?"

"Let's see, who cares. Just let Her, the important thing is that your job is done, and then we'll quickly go home, that's all."

"I'm sick of the weird stuff in this village, too much mystery. So suffice us to the main goal, do not be busy taking care of the puzzle of your ancestral village."

Just as Good finished his words, arrived the man Herly spoke of standing right in front of their car, and forced Good to take the steering wheel.

"Review tree Gus...!!"

The car, strayed far away, then hit a small tree, then mired in a ditch. Good to get down to see the state of their car and swearing.

"Dam... Demit village brash, because of that person we so plopped into the trench Her!"

Herly was silent not responding. The skinny man's hands were trembling. He could see the face of the person they hit. He was the same person as the person he had been addressing earlier.

Good kicking car tires. He was annoyed, because of the careless people who caused them harm. They have to walk, he thought.

The young man lowered their luggage, without even realizing it, that he had already hit someone.

"Hey... Her, why shut up, let's get down we'll have to walk from here!"

"What kind of model is your husband, really innocent, or has he lost his mind?"

"You don't remember why this car got mired in a ditch?"

Good to realize, he immediately patted his forehead, and looked back. His face instantly became pale because the person they hit was not on that path.

"Well, twelve, what was Her, why was there no one there, not even a little bit of blood."

"That's what I wanted to say to you, Gus, who we hit, and the people we greeted, they were one. He's not Gus' man."

It's good to sit squat next to the car. He ruffled his hair, confused as to what to do. If what he hit was an invisible creature, then he was sure they had actually been marked.

"Younaw... It's fucked...!"

"So since the beginning we entered this village, they have marked us Her. It's a bad sign, we need to get to that cave right now."

"From here you can't let your guard down, take out the keris that Anom is giving you now!"

"My feelings are starting to get bad about this accident."

Good speech makes Herly more nervous, even though he has an heirloom kris, but he does not know how to use the lucky objects of his ancestral heritage.

"Then what do you advise Gus, what are we going to do now?"

With a troubled heart they continued the journey on foot. Herly began to be insecure, and Bagus was more vigilant.

"In front of us Gus forest, means the hiking path in plain sight."

"Would Her heart be better, look again at the map, I'm just afraid it's a trick of the eye."

They continued walking while looking around. Unknowingly, they had arrived at the old burial complex, and the atmosphere instantly turned even more gripping.

Rows of old tombs to the door of the jungle make Herly not stop reading prayers in the heart. The sound of bamboo clumps swept by the wind made the nape feel cold. The feather bristled and arrived Herly stopped right in front of a new tomb.

Herly knelt her tears broke, in front of a navel. He saw a row of tombs there that all have the name Sastro Wardoyo.

"Gus, this is my tomb, mother, brother, grandfather, and my ancestors. I finally got here, Gus."

"You know friends, it's been a long time, I miss them, I finally got here to see them."

"Her yes, I know, you just pray for them, then get out of here. This place isn't safe, bro."

"My feelings are not good about this place, let's get Her out of here quickly bro...!"

It was good then to see an ambulance, and two mini buses parked not far from their location. His heart was pounding, his premonition was that something would happen to them.

"Let's run Her, we get out of here bro. Quick run...!"

Herly, who still longs for her family, reluctantly moves on, while Bagus sees six incomplete bodies hanging from trees and bamboo groves.

Panicked, she immediately pulled Herly's collar and forced her to leave the burial area. Then what was feared was good happened.

The sound of a shrill laugh in the sky, Herly soon realized about the curse of Darsih and they ran off the ridge indeterminate direction. Their faces were pale, sweat was pouring out, his heart was about to break out of place.

"Gus wait for me...!"

It was good to look around, and find Herly who had fallen because she had tripped by something. When he approached, it turned out that something was the corpse of one of the homo bodyguards.

Herly remembered very well what clothes they were wearing when delivering the corpse of the father. Inevitably it makes them panic and keep running, until no longer care about the map that should be their guide.

Herly blank thought, he did not even remember about the spell he had memorized to prevent Darsih from approaching them.

"Give me back...!"

The voice rang out in Herly's ear, the young man reflexed the ancestral kris, and swung the kris in all directions with his eyes closed, and what happened then made them mentally affected. Bagus and Herly had been surrounded by hundreds of villagers with pale faces full of ulcerated wounds all over their bodies.

The stinging stench from the ulcers, making them unable to throw vomit into the ground.

The figure of a beautiful woman flew up among the crowd of villagers. His face stared ferociously at Herly. As if I was going to swallow it round.

"How about Gus now, what should we do?"

"I don't know Her, do whatever you think is right, I'll hold them."

It was good to fence them with salt, while Herly tried to recite the spell, then take everything out of her backpack.

The woman grinned, looking furious as Herly slammed the wooden box containing the bones. For fear knows not what else he must do. Herly opened the bone wrapping cloth and the woman attacked them.

"Are we dead, Gus, where am I now?"

"The creature is gone, Her, I don't know why they just disappeared, maybe because of the bone, or the little bottle in your hand, I don't know what matters we survived."

Herly wiped her sweat, and tried to get up. As he was about to stand the reflex, he looked back again, and it turned out to be a headless horseman, with four bodyguards behind Herly.

"Kue wis tak kandani ngger, ojok muleh. Kenek opo kok cake even balek merene, opo cake wisadi sak iki opposition?"

The loud voice of the faggot made Herly strangle backwards, the riding figure went missing along with the squealing sound, and the footsteps of the horse.

They both live in the dark forest. Neither Bagus nor Herly knew where they were, they were lost, confused about the destination.

"It's because of you Her, if you'd listened to me, maybe we'd still be on track and not have to get lost here."

Herly who was still shocked by the incident earlier, did not want to respond to Good babble. He chose to sit on the ground while tidying things up, then put them in a backpack.

While Bagus trying to find sunlight to determine the direction of the west.

"Good cemani chicken is not free, otherwise our efforts will surely be in vain."

It's good to still be upset. His heart is not calm. Had it not been for the headless horseman, they would have been torn to death, like the bodies of the homo's bodyguards.

Herly was still sitting quietly on the ground. The words of the father made Herly feel guilty. His romance had forbidden Herly from coming, but he did not heed it.

Herly returns to the ancestral village as if to fulfill the vows of a woman named Darsih. The curse that wants to be kept away from him, so that the voice of the father sounds wrathful, and calls Herly a dissident.