Kemuning Climbing
Testimony

On the bed, the woman had gone mad. He likes to scream and he likes to make jokes. Suratmi rarely wears clothes, her body is only wrapped in sheets that tie her body. He often bites his own finger. The tip of his thumb is greedy until chewed, blood in suction until amputated half due to decay.

Seeing his mother often talking to herself, in laughter and crying called Jeje's name his twin brother. Jaja prepared to wear a backpack asking for a second permission to say goodbye to go up the mountain where his brother last climbed.

“Bu, Jaja pamit ya ma'am. I take good care of myself, if Jaja is not there. Mother must be diligent in eating, Jaja will always be near mother kok.”

“Den Jaja's. Something aunt wants to say.”

The sudden presence of Mijan's mbok appeared from behind the door. He was just a few days ago looking for news about Jeje at the foot of the mountains. The housekeeper as well as the trusted hands of his family reported that Jeje was still in the mountains. His call was ignored, and the team of messenger officers did not find him.

Even Jeje's body disappeared like it was swallowed by the earth. Mbok Mijan said he saw the appearance of Jeje in the form of another figure with a woman dressed in kebaya. Mbok Mijan called the mountain shopkeeper to come to his house, in front of Jaja he opened all the ins and outs of knowledge and usefulness as a core person of mountain guards and delivery of all the desired wishes.

“I only know a name that can help grant human wishes, especially pesugihan is Mr. Capit. Is the father is a Capit sir who is called to say that?” tanya Jaja noticed her shabby clothes.

“No, my name is Kliwon. But the residents of the foothills call me by the name of Mr. Mustache.”

The man who was born on Friday night kliwon his death is very much in wait for the nation of subtle creatures and shamans who want to use his body as black magic. Kliwon could not long leave the mountain. He must be ready to take care of all things concerning the sacred mountain.

“Map can help find my sister?” jaja showed me a picture of Jeje.

The man looked at the image of the woman whose face scratches were similar to the man in front of him. He remembered five climbers who were very anti-mystical. All five refused but one of them changed their mind asking for a guarding talisman.

“The woman in this photo carries the amulet I gave her. I'll try to find where the tracks are through the supernatural sense of smell if the talisman is still attached to his body.”

Mr. Kliwon felt that the house he visited was very strong with its mystical aura. The mountain-wearing demon genie appeared in the house. In the mind it felt that everything that happened to them was nothing but demonic interference that they asked for.

A few months passed, the suspicion of climbing when the man who had talked to him seemed to forget their introduction on that day. The brothers' kaka spirits are trapped on a sacred mountain, the spirit figure of Jeje who follows the creature dressed kebaya wherever he goes. He became a loyal slave.

The figure of the kebaya woman is none other than her sister who was crushed from the beginning of the pesugihan in the lay. A nameless baby growing up in another realm. The figure of a kebaya woman will turn into a very beautiful woman if she wants to deceive the men she is after and turn terrible when it will prey on victims.

“Where is the kebaya woman's body?” Kemuning is given a picture of the past through his dreams.

The ghost of climber Ayu holding her hand walks through another dimension. Hands rough, stiff and cold. Kemuning returned his smile walking following the direction of the ghost market in the mountains. This time Capit could not see himself who stood paying attention to his sacrificial ritual after successfully taking the fetus he was eating.

The events of a human named Bowo, he who is not accepted by the demon and in the first prey of the mountain dwellers before being met by the demon he was looking for caused his life to disappear in vain.

“Ayu , I just know the climbers who throw the pads on the mountain then the blood will be their food”

“That's why women are so forbidden to climb, I ignored all my mother's messages while I was alive. Now I take on my own sins.”

A ghost market is created within another world due to the death of a burned-out villager. Capit treated the same thing as what he overwritten earlier. The market picture is just as operative as it is in human nature. Kemuning slightly shook with goosebumps feeling a creepy-faced figure approaching him. His body flipped upwards, the figure looked down upon seeing Ayu's ghost returning his gaze.

“Go, don't disturb us!” ayu's voice sounded a little horrible.

Sales in the title mostly peddle dead animal carcasses. Many giant rats, snakes, bat body pieces and other slithering animals. The figure of the old woman offered a bowl of worms. Ayu accepted and immediately pulled Kemuning away. The death price for ordinary humans is to never swallow any drinks and food that comes from the forest.

The figure of a finger creeping down from the tree almost touched Kemuning's hair. Ayu's ghost immediately pulls her, both of them back to the real world. Ayu's ghost figure disappeared feeling the heat coming out of Kemuning's body.

“Ayu, where are you? Ayu” called him looking around.

“Who did you call? Don't make me more afraid deh” said Hana moved to press her feet.

Hana's pale face, blue lips, trembling movements supported the body leaning against the tree. “I'm not strong anymore, I want to sleep longer” Hana who sounded raved. He shivered asking Kemuning to lend him his jacket.

“Han, you have to hold on. I know the way home. Let's continue the journey with Farsya”

Kemuning raised his extremely limp body, Farsya helped on his side slowly walking in the direction indicated by Kemuning. The ghost of climber Ayu follows from behind, putting up a position of guarding the humans he considers to be best friends. Only Kemuning could see his whereabouts and was willing to listen to all the grievances he was suffering from.

Newspaper information about the missing climbers is displayed on every corner of the road and the entrance arena of every foot of the mountain. Anxious families wait for those who do not go home One of the most anxious families, Nek Mindun, is relentlessly searching for a way to find his granddaughter and bring her home.

Not by using shamanic practice, he still holds true to the value of kejawen in his prayer that never breaks.

“I'm sure my grandson is alive. He will go home.” murmured nek Mindun every day waiting in front of the porch of the house.

“Bu let's go in, the air is getting cold” invite bu Hamza to help him get out of the chair.