Kemuning Climbing
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They do not want to fight muscles. He relented after Gereh whispered something in his ear. It flashed in his mind that the words of the young man who was very attentive to him were true. He didn't need to exhaust himself with the man he thought was crazy.

Not one bit of Gereh sided with Pon. The opposite thinking, all matters concerning the decision on the edge of each answer. In the corner

“Huffhh, somehow lately my feelings are very sensitive. But that dappled-nose guy's attitude sucks! More precisely your cousin who is always looking for because from the beginning I entered work.”

“Sabar Kemuning's. I don't want you to deal with Pon. Long before you got into the company, the crazy guy dared to set up a submissive hearing his words. You should avoid it.”

Gereh, the person closest to him. He did not ask for any reward if it helped, even giving any help to Kemuning. This time Gereh's speech sounded strange, he left Kemuning to his brother Kenzi. Although impressed by the joke, Kemuning just thought he was trying to calm his anger.

The screams of many workers from outside. Almost all employees died after Pon ordered some employees to open it. Small, black-winged animals fly into the nose and ears. The rest of the employees denied Pon's order to untie the black shroud on the leg.

Small red-winged animals, large teeth beyond the body bit the employees. Some enter the mouth, nose, eyes and ears. Gereh pulled Kemuning into the tent, he closed the zipper from outside. The sound of his cry was no longer heard after his shadow that was seen from within the tent moved to repel.

“Yellowing, do not exit the tent!” the cry of Kenzi from outside.

He's burning twigs, dry leaves. Fire on the end of the wood. He was forced to burn the animal that would not take off the bite on his leg. The sound of Gereh's half-dead agony, he was unconscious feeling his legs burn. He unzipped the tent, dragging Gereh inside. He shook Gereh's body to be conscious while kemuning closed the legs that still did not fully enter the tent.

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“Arghh!” Gereh woke up to see his right leg broken off. Shaking, he looked at his hands. He did not think the power was so great that he could decide the limb parts of the human organ. An animal enters into the tent, Gereh stomps strongly, the outgoing thrust moves quickly to open the tent zipper.

“Ken, hold Kemuning inside the tent!” his screams fed him.

He wanted to help his brother, but remembering Gereh's message asking him to keep saving himself in the tent with Kemuning. Long-lasting, Kenzi can only witness Geh's horrific death. The sound of Kemuning's cry, the heavy rain, the strong wind blowing that shook the tent. They were trapped inside with a piece of Geh's right leg.

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The last memento of a body part that he could not hug. The stench in the hold, three hours later they came out the tent spewing out all the contents of the stomach. All employees are like a sea of corpses. The oddity was seeing the discovery of a corpse wrapped in a black shroud disappearing remaining a rope mixed with blood.

“Don't worry about my girls, from today I will spoil you! Ahahah!” Pon stroked the two walking into the tent.

The bewildered Mastur must side with Pon who is the right-hand man of the BOS or Kenzi. In front of him was Kemuning walking on Kenzi's aid down the mountain.

“Wait sir! We can't just leave the task.”

“Hei what do you mean? Are you waiting for the fanged animal to come back to kill us? Scram! Mom and I will report all these events!”

“Wait for Ken sir, I just got a report. BOS asks us to continue with project__” Mastur said while looking down.

Kenzi stopped thinking twice about strengthening his stance. He saw the condition of Kemuning that did not allow to continue the journey. On one side a long-fanged little monster would definitely catch up. They can no longer balance the body. He asked to rest for a moment near the tree near the ravine.

“No sir Ken, we'll be there together. Just one hour melts the ku__” drowsiness

Kemuning fell asleep resisting the coldness attacking his body. He was very quick to dream, as if he had moved to another realm. Across the river the flow is very heavy. The grandmother smiled to see him. Grandma's way of walking was different, her smile and touch were a little rough.

“Come my grandson. Grab grandma's hand, you won't hurt anymore” she said extending her very pale hand.

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Kemuning saw further bead eyes of the grandmother who was bright red. The image of a red genie can not be covered so that it resuscitates a figure who invites him to cheat. He pulled his hand again. He confirmed that the one standing in front of him was not the grandmother. Many times the figure invites but he still refuses.

“Go to your world. You're not my grandmother!” bentak Kemuning woke him up.

“Hihih!” the red genie's voice echoed.

The sound of a small fire burning in front of him, Ken enveloped with his jacket while. The man stood in a guard position. From the front there was Pon in the flank of the two women dressed in sexy at the Mastur follow from behind.

“You guys why are you still here? Do you want to be fired by the BOS? There is a villa up ahead. I think the place was quite comfortable from the animal disturbance earlier.”

“No, we don't go there Ken. I know there's an organ-eating creature!”

“Tau what are you about that luxury Villa? Even your salary is not enough to rent even just one day!”

Pon's harsh-sounding speech made Ken want to hit him. Yellowy pulled his hand, he did not want to add more chaotic atmosphere. They choose their own path, Kemuning also decided to quit his job.

“I don't think Pon's words are wrong. I decided to stop working, Ken you please go with them.”

“Not Kemuning, where might I leave you in the middle of the forest!”

“You rest easy, there is another figure who is guarding me Ken..”

The forest was never separated from the view of the dense white fog. The greater black power blowing through the fog showed the inhabitants of Sacred Mountain more clearly seeing the humans who entered it. The end of the long debate was decided by returning to the tent. They walked in stamped steps, rainwater slamming into slippery muddy roads. The whining of the two young women began not to feel at home for long even though they knew there were valuable objects in addition to the bribes piles of money that Pon had.

“Mas Pon, what's all your money for if you don't make us happy?”

“Yes right mas, we want to go home to the foot of the mountain now.”

They hit Pon's body, crying on his shoulder.