Kemuning Climbing
Dangers

Surviving death, staring in front of the building has been composed residents who are under the foot of the hill. The sky during the day. People are busy doing their jobs. Kenzi was limping, he stopped holding the stall support pole. Wood that is quite comfortable rests his body. The village was deserted by residents, the arrival of Kenzi and Kemuning glanced at their views with a cynical look.

“Excuse me cake, can we hitchhike for shelter?” kenzi approached her.

An old man returned his gaze. He moved his two-legged teeth, his vocal cords that were no longer heard. He had difficulty speaking, the hand clasping firmly over his shoulder felt on the press of a gigantic ice cube. He fell down in pain, the old man disappeared. Until that day Kemuning asked Kenzi to leave.

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Waking up from a nightmare, Kemuning thought he was in the forest. The sacred mountain was like a second home to him. The people he loved were left there. Today a guest wearing a simple robe matching her hijab shed a sigh of tears. Tissues littered, roaring cries patting his chest. This is not the first time the sacred mountain story has linked Kemuning to helping the missing climbers.

“It is true that my son often climbs mountains. But this time I can't let go of my daughter brother. He was also sick, after that his fever did not subside. His leg sprained on added hurt."

From a distance his mother's face looked very worried. Wrinkles are also increasingly visible, the tail of the eye that can not be lied to remove tear drops. Looking up from the stairs, he no longer denied the words of his mother.

“Please dik, Kemuning must know the road in the village. I often hear it, a village that disappeared turned into a market in the mountain.”

Hyaline___

The agreement is carried out if Kemuning is completely healed. The mother felt sorry to see her cousin sobbing sobbing, the paper that surprised her contained a written doctor's letter she had Cancer. Time passed quickly, Kemuning's health improved unexpectedly the mother's cousin whom he called the eldest brother picked him up.

“Is it true that his son disappeared in the mountain? What does this have to do with haunted villages? Aunty's face changed a big smile” muttered Kemuning.

He had not expected the state of the mediocre-looking aunt to change drastically. Strong volume of music, the tantenya drives while shaking the body. Behind the car that followed, the shocking thing seemed to be smilingly calling out to him. On the deserted side of the road, trees sprinkled dry leaves scattered by the wind.

“Hei hey brother Kemuning! We'll see you again.”

Otong jumped closer, he grinned strangely grunting a giggle. He smiled back at his hand. Two men and two women also introduced themselves. Aunty left him, he hugged Kemuning with a smile.

“Yellows and all of you be careful yes.”

“Loh aunt, who are they?”

“You don't be afraid, they're your underclassmen. Tasks that require direct entry to the location. Not bad, you are not lonely.”

“Yes, right what Auntie said. We promise it will not be difficult. Hiihih.”

A long journey with strangers. Otong indifferently sat in the back seat. He looked out from the window glass smiling to himself.