Kemuning Climbing
Accompanying bu Yahya

The forest depicts an atmosphere of tension adding to the fear in its haunted atmosphere. Enil was lying in the middle of the forest wearing a black dress. His legs and hands were tied, many people wearing black robes surrounded him. Capit sat watching, his appearance surpassing that of a shaman. He wears a skull bone decoration, his body on a crow's face. A snake wriggling at his feet slithered closer to him.

He was afraid of not daring to move, the snake started to wrapped around his body. Capit's happy laughter, he recited the mantra, upholding the snake on his stomach.

“Enil, if you don't come to the mountain. I'll eat your son ! ahahaha! Oh yeah I forgot, you don't want your son. Then what about yourself?”

“Let go of me demon!”

“Ahahah!”

“No! Arghh”

Enil's stomach was shredded using her teeth. The pain multiplies, between being alive and feeling the saccharatul of death. Enil's gaze vaguely saw the baby in voraciously. The sound of bone cracks, chewing, crouching, he was very greedy to eat it. Enil opened his eyes, he saw a long finger running down his stomach. Shouting loudly, Enil came down from the mattress feeling the blood coming out clumping, the fetus falling. He was in unconscious pain.

“Non Enil, non! Build”

“Mbok, my baby mbok. I always dreamed of being called to the mountains. Many strange creatures chasing me mbok”

“Non-healthy baby only, I will call Mr. Darmo to inquire about non.” problems

My smile is getting worse and longer. He opened the closet, gave her a change of clothes. His treatment exceeded that of a personal caretaker, he combed his hair, smearing his legs with warm oil. The mbok asked him to lie down again, a few minutes later came the sound of knocking on the door. A man wears a blankon, his movements stiff, his focus gaze fixed forward. His face was pale, his hands were slimy and his body smelled rancid. The man smothered his stomach. He said a strange word.

Five fingers on the stand pressed firmly against his stomach, Enil held his hand that continued to press. He grimaced in pain, the man snorted to release him. The man did not make a sound, he only gave a black scissors and a foreign object shaped like a pebble stone.

“Thank you very much Mr. Darmo.” said si mbok.

The man went out of the room. The mbok followed him, before leaving he smiled closing the door. The figure of Darmo as a lure doll tricked in Enil's eyes. He's the accomplice of the mbok launched all the action. Karyo's body was thrown into the river. Darmo took Karyo's car out of the house.

“Mas Karyo, he really left ku”

“Nona, this is in her tea. Mumpung is still an angel. Why not be moody? Don't think irresponsible man is non.”

“I was tricked mbok, he pretended to love me just for money. Hiks.”

“Pull non still there si mbok. Most all men are like that, only one or the other man can be trusted. But luck it's not everyone gets it”

...☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️...

Helping the cook in the kitchen, he smiled at the foodstuffs, vegetables and other complete seasoning ingredients. There is usually only a piece of bread and an egg. He wouldn't have thought that fresh meat belonged to cut karyo. At the age of the mbok that exceeded a century, he still looked healthy and his movements were getting more agile.

“Non just sit yes let the mbok continue.”

“Neverything mbok. Once I helped” she smiled back.

Eating human meat food, Enil greedily finished two dishes. He felt a chill in his stomach. He rubbed his stomach, his appetite uncontrollable seeing a few pieces of heart on the table.

The journey this time will drain the born and inner energy. He suppressed the feeling of fear, Yahya wiped the drizzle on the eye patch that did not subside. He and Kemuning began connecting the next trip to arrive at the bus stop. Waiting for the arrival of the bus that leads to the foot of the mountain, right at sunset the large-sized double-decker bus arrived. The driver was wearing a blood-soaked shirt, when he went inside, Yahya was surprised to see the passengers behaving strangely. Kemuning asks her to sit by the glass, anticipating various distractions she asks Yahya to rest.

“Bu, later if it has arrived Kemuning wake up yes. Mom don't open your eyes during the trip.”

“Yes you also do not forget to rest ya” he replied.

Being able to pay attention if Yahya ma'am will not be able to if he knows the bus they are riding is a haunted bus. In his sleep, Yahya opened his eyes to feel someone sniffing at his hair. The figure of the woman whose face was broken revealed her flaky skin. Di smiled grinning, let go of his head then hung in front of him.

“Argh! Argh!” yahya shouted in fear.

“Do not disturb, I am here not mean!” bentak Kemuning's.

“Bu Yahya! Build bu!” kemuning's voice woke him up.

He looked at the back seat, There was a pale-faced passenger who was similar in his dream. He returned Yahya's gaze the exact same head movement when he was about to let go. Turning his gaze towards the window, he was sure that there was something strange on the bus.

“Ke_Yellowing, what bus is this?” tanyanya stutters.

“This ghost bus bu, special deliver humans who want to go to sacred Mountain.”

"What?! "

...On the climb this time, I was a little gamang considering the incident in the eye pelupuk. But I tried hard to face all the obstacles. Meeting with the figure of the appearance of grandmother this time will not be wasted. I miss her so much, I will never forgive myself for my grandmother's death to save my life....

...#Yellowing...

The speed of the bus adds to the heart rate racing very fast. The sound of the crying of the baby in the front seat shifted his gaze. He peered out from the crevice of the chair, the appearance of mothers whose back was rotting and were holding an old-faced baby girl.

He closed his eyes again trying to ignore all the disturbances until he reached the drops of blood that hit his forehead, the strong scream of Yahya who could not see the figure of a woman floating dripping with black blood.

“Argh! Arghh!” Yahya ran asking to open the door.

“Bu, don't come out. This is a wilderness passage, our goal is to find Mr. Muhyi. Want to stop this search?” kemuning looked at him.

He silently followed Kemuning sitting on the chair. His breathing was still wheezing, the glint of the eyes watching all the passengers was like looking at him. Thinking the bus stopped then it had reached its destination, but when the door opened many various kinds of strange creatures entered it.

“Close your eyes, pretend not to know just” whispered Kemuning.

Noisy sounds, the smell of rancid mixed with carrion. Just coldly piercing through the body, he shivered in fear hoping to survive inside the bus. “Ghosts are still ghosts, they still bother and want to do other behaviors” Yahya muttered squeezing his clothes.

Passing through a steep, winding cliff path, the flying bus landed making a loud shake. Yahya slammed so did Kemuning, they rose up looking for a grip. Everyone inside sat quietly watching the two. The bus door opened again, a pocong figure blocking. Yahya did not dare to pass through, he stood behind the body of Kemuning.

“Side us down!” Kemuning returned his glaring eyes.