Kemuning Climbing
In hiding the devil

Stopping at post three, they had not even started the climb or set up a tent. Shouts to find her missing friends. The night in the welcome shrill voice shocked Farsya and others.

“Duer!” the shock of the delicate creature from behind made him fall unconscious.

Farsya's eyeballs rose upward, the pupils whitened. He convulsed with laughter. Hana remembered the words of the maid in order to keep carrying the red thread mixed with black and white wrapped each in their hands.

“Farsya's bracelet is still in her hands, but why is she possessed?” hana Mumbles.

An old man wearing a claw hat muttered cigarette smoke into his face. Farsya drooped down, a blank look feeling his body as if it was being crushed. If according to the route indicate the direction, they will soon arrive at post three. But no one knew the man who pretended to help Farsya had changed the initial turn from where they were about to walk to the top.

Didim and Nardi return to the troupe without finding Jaja or Legi. The old man was acting in disguise like a climbing guide. He suggested setting up a tent in a part of the region near the giant tree.

“Where did you go? How fast is the loss?” ask Nardi.

“Honey, I urinated Yuk” said Farsya pulled Erik's jacket.

“Hey you two don't forget to order the maid before we climb here. We can't do things on the mountain.”

“Whisper you kemuning! Single people are innate sensi see a couple who are making fun”, said Farsya holding Erik away.

“How did you get so rough that was Far? Sorry Kemuning, I feel Jaja in danger. I have to catch up with him!” Hana ran to find Jaja.

“Han.. Far...”

They are getting married next month, the engagement ring has been embedded in the ring finger. Hana who did not care about the sightings along the forest ventured to look for Jaja in the darkness. Brughh__ krakk_

Jaja's body rolled into the ravine, his legs felt paralyzed next door. She screamed for help beside her pain. Hana heard his voice, she looked for the source of the sound that resembled Jaja coming from. Highlighting flashlight to the abyss. He was surprised to see Jaja was below, his hand reaching for the strong tree roots to reach the bottom.

In the middle of the hanging root, it goes down step by step but pulls the roots start to weathered and porous. His body slammed back, faintly looking at the crowd of people selling. He remembered a location that was often talked about by climbers. Seeing an unseen market is exactly the same as the human atmosphere.

Walking close to the people selling, his face and their gestures did not show they were delicate creatures. Jaja's feet stopped in front of the satay seller, a fragrant stab of meat that billowed over the burn made his stomach rumble. He reached into the bag, tucked away a hundred thousand note and two five thousand pieces.

“Message satenya one yes sir.” said.

The seller did not say, he was just busy fanning the meat. Thinking hearing the old man who only wore trousers did not hear because of the crowded market atmosphere. The movement of how to buy Jaja then thrust money towards him. He grabbed a piece of money five thousand, Jaja confused the price of satay which is fairly cheap in the forest.

Impatiently waiting, he took a few stabs from the fumigation. Approaching the table then enjoying the half-cooked satay feel a slightly strange taste of meat. “What meat is it? How different!” muttered.

Jaja gawked to see the black horse troupe stopping in front of the entrance. All sellers including buyers flocked to him. The lady in kebaya clothes came down smiling, raised her hand and nodded her head. His face was very pale, black lipstick, flower-shaped gold decoration. He looked at Jaja who was paying attention, suddenly Jaja felt an animal wriggling in his mouth.

The rest of the piece of meat on the skewer wriggled the blood-soaked animal. Jaja vomited all over his stomach, he hit his chest that felt saki. Everyone looked at him with a horrible look. When he shines a flashlight at a woman who is a little close. He saw a ghostly figure with no smiling eyes sticking out his tongue.

“Ahhh! Ghost!” Jaja in pursuit of the inhabitants of the market, he ran through the thickets until fainted hit by a big tree.

Kemuning who did not want to lose Hana chasing even though his injured leg tripped over a stone. He pulled his near-wretched best friend into the abyss. Hugging Hana and promising to be together help find her lover Jaja.

“Do not act rashly alone This is Han forest, not public roads. You don't know what's in it. I don't want you to why-napa”

“Yellowing.. hiks.”

The old man in the capit hat commanded their journey, Kemuning noticed his strange movements. She whispered to Hana, her belief that the man had some ulterior purpose. But none of my friends believed his words. They believe the man was the guide who deliberately caught up with each climber near post three.

“But Han, it's clear on the map that we should turn right!” whiskey Kemuning.

“Do not think negatively, I believe this is the right route because we want to find Jaja and Legi” replied Hana ahead of him in front.

The old man suddenly stopped, deciding that they should set up a tent. The place is quite haunted, too many shrubs and far from the initial location of the post location. The tent was ready to be installed, the campfire and lastly Nardi took out a large plastic bag of salt to sow around the tent. The old man seized it, saying salt was not important if safety was not taken care of itself.

“But the maid said before we boarded, she advised to bring this and use it when the tent was already installed pak” said Nardi began to notice the peculiarity.

“No, he's too old to remember anything that's forbidden and not. I'll be back tomorrow!”

Nardi followed him, his pace was very fast. Along the way he while remembering the direction back to the tent. But, when he stopped near the rocks. The man disappeared under the thick white fog.

“Wire! It started to fog! I have to go back!” mummy Nardi.

Within the wilderness, strange sounds were heard clearly. The rain, the strong wind as if to blow up the tent. The night they woke up, Kemuning continued to hold two rakaat prayers hoping for protection from Allah the Most One.

“You don't pray Han?”

“No, you are. My mind is a lot more. Do’ain me yes kemuning. Eheh!” answer refused.

Jackets, mattresses and blankets wrapped around their bodies shivering in the cold. Even until the morning, the rain was still connected to the thick white fog. They cannot continue climbing to climb to the top. Didim and Legi were surprised to see Erik was beside them.

“Erik, you weren't last night with Farsya?” tanya Nardi looked at her pale face.