Kemuning Climbing
Life at the end of the horn

Satanists unknowingly plunge themselves into the pit of destruction.

The relationship of mother and child that was never harmonious because it was contrary to the clenical things that Hendro did about raw by Mindun. He did not want to label his son as a child of the ungodly, originally he only studied kejawen science, but greed wanted to get more powerful knowledge so he combined black magic and did supernatural stock. Hendro gained black magic until his body was sat in jinn.

Between black magic and white science it cannot be combined. Black remains black and white remains white, a straight path can be passed even though many obstacles are blocked. Rock gaps, storms and unbiased disturbances stopped the pace without a dead end obstacle. Unlike the black road that has a dead end in error. The person passing through will stop not getting a point of illumination.

After the death of his mother, Hendro did not stop from his bad habits. He felt that he was beginning to find a way to revive his mother with the knowledge he had so that he could apologize and beg for forgiveness. Travelling in search of black magic and supernatural objects in sacred mountains has not yielded results. He wouldn't have thought his son was in the same area. His sight was scrapped feeling the necklace he had filled with his knowledge was nearby.

“Black pendulum necklace as my child guard talisman, why is the power I can feel? What's up?” muttered Hendro stopped the supply.

On top of the rock cave, he felt an enormous power. There was a demon incarnate man who wanted him to conquer using his subtle body. His gaze was jolted at the figure that resembled his mother's form.

“Mother? Is that you ma'am?” ask her by frowning.

The figure disappeared, he saw Tama in the crowd of animals slithering into the nasal cavity, ears and mouth. Tama failed to resist the various temptations of the jinn, her body was also not strong to receive the black power crashing into her body.

“I know why you can fall, before you eat something from the ghost market” said Hendro continued his supplies.

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The four friends had no other choice but to rest in it, Bambang stretched the plastic carpet he was carrying. The resting door is deliberately opened so that the air inside is not too stinging fishy smell.

The life of the fire burn on the front is slowly extinguished by the rain water. The wind and the sound of lightning came back. Frightened to hug Bob, he was elbowed to make Bob feel rishi. Taking a sleeping position in the foreground. Bob was surprised to see a shadow of a person walking beside him.

“Who's there?” bob said checking, the flashlight that went out further convinced him that he began to disturb the subtle creatures.

“Do not ignore, let's just say he does not have” said Kantil pulled him in.

The cantilever stood outside, he raised his head to let the rain water wash over his body. He stared at the sky, stomping his feet three times to the ground. The figure of the annoying creature suddenly disappeared. The rain subsided, when his friend saw Cantil eating the flowers he had taken from his pocket.

The night was quiet without any interruption, Cantil acted like a shaman guarding them until morning. Bambang thinks the kanti flower brought by his friend Cantil has power. He who does not know that Mr. Hendro is a shaman so think Kantil get an object that guards himself during the mountain climb.

“Can be from shamans where are cantile flowers, so good!” bambang Gumam.

They continued their journey up to the long overpass. Seeing that there was clear water running down, Bambang watched Kantil take off his jacket, he grabbed his jacket and took all the Cantilee flowers inside. In total there were three five cantile flowers that he stole, looking around no one saw them. She ate all the flowers, she felt nauseous to the point of spitting them out.

“It feels bitter, make me nauseous not stop spitting it out!” bambang murmured in gargles on the riverbank.

“Bambang! Where are you?” shouting Bob.

“Oi, I'm below. I'm going up soon!” the answer.

Brughh_ “Aduh my ass!” ringis Bambang is in pain.

“Bambang be careful dong if the road. You see my flowers?”

“What flowers? Yuk climbed to the top, the others have been waiting for” he said pretending not to know.

Kantil saw Bob and Santi preparing to continue the journey, he turned to the right and left. Bambang disappeared right before he arrived.

“Loh Bambang where are you? I'll search down” for a moment

“Be careful, I'm coming!” santi said running.

Bambang slammed into the river, his feet pulled jin water into the bottom. He does not excuse spewing mystical objects and also does not excuse when urinating. The cantile flower that contains the incantation disrupts the calmness of the creature inside.

“Arghh! Bambang!”

“Cantle you why?” Santi asked who saw him pointing to the water.

Bob followed hearing Cantile screams, they did not see any Bob in the river designated Cantile. Only Cantile could see Bob pulling the genie into the water.

“Bambang died, he was taken by the mountain dwellers! I told you not to follow! Hiks” Kantil blames himself.

In his mind, if his friends do not force to follow Bambang certainly did not die. The flower of the knowledge of his father disappeared. He no longer knows how to continue without it. All that remains is his talisman necklace, he does not want Santi to fate the same as Bambang. Santi is his best friend, he asks Bob to come home while he and Santi continue the search for his cousin.

Cantile removed the amulet and draped it to Santi. Bob did not approve of his will that too forced himself up to the top.

“You are both women, the amulet is not biased to guarantee you survive from wild animals. Yes even though the half-man Santi is still a woman!”

“Hey, if you want to shoot panco now make proof who is the man here?” said Santi rolling up his sleeve.

“Udah do not grab! Please Bob appreciate my decision!” kantil said he pulled Santi away.

Bob followed them from a distance, he could not afford to leave them in the wilderness. The sacred mountain was famous for its ferocity, he was willing to lose his original life still seeing them survive. Santi knew Bob was following them, right past post two. The atmosphere turned crowded, ghost climbers appeared to do camping activities. The figure of the pale-faced woman without eyeballs offered to share a tent with him.

“Let's join my tent.” he said in an echoing tone.

“No thanks, we want to go to the top. We excuse you..” said Kantil while grinning.