Kemuning Climbing
The Devil's bite

Sintya did not climb the mountain, in front of the entrance saw his father unconscious. He ran up to lift his father's body. His heavy body made it difficult for him to bring it all the way to the stop. He pulled down the old banyan tree, wide-eyed to see such clenical objects spilling over.

An apple he had reached for, ate it to the end. He would not have thought that such a great mistake could be forgiven the creature that received the sajen.

A noisy sound woke Muhyi, he saw her son eating the offerings.

“Sintya, do not eat anything from this tree” Muhyi said softly.

“Thank God dad was conscious. This is the modern age of the father, these backward old-fashioned things are not a yardstick of fear. I am very hungry” replied Sintya continue to choose foods that can still be eaten.

The figure of a creature hanging on a tree, Muhyi blocked the terrible figure who wanted to eat his child. The right hand held back until his palm and wrist were bitten by the creepy-faced little boy creature. He pulled Sintya running until subconsciously his steps were very far from the entrance.

Avoiding the figure in the tree, they turned the direction for days until both fell in the opposite village area.

Strange people do things that are beyond the limits of reasonableness. They didn't even care when Sintya opened her eyes to see them fall unconscious. Sintya vaguely opened his eyes, he held the leg of someone who passed him.

“Please, excuse me sir. Please us..” he said.

The man wearing the hat pointed to a house and ran away. The hut house reminded of the memories that he desperately pendam. The evil affairs he had covered up would eventually stand before him. He did not want to go inside even though Sintya insisted, the man chose to stay outside or shelter under a tree. An irritated Syntya pulled forcefully until dragging her inside.

“Daddy do not be picky again to shelter, the rain is getting heavier and see if the wound on your hand is very severe.”

Sintya took out the antiseptic liquid she was carrying in her bag. The remaining piece of bread was given to Muhyi while treating her wound. The terrified gaze returned to the house that she should never have lived in, she closed her eyes lying on the old mattress made of boards after being cared for by her son. Sintya looking for lighting in the drawer, he found some blocks and old tool objects that are still in use. Walking around looking back, a simple kitchen on the outside was a well and a makeshift bathroom covered with a sheet of rumbia.

“Sintya! Where're you? My hands hurt so much!”

“Yes what's the matter dad? Why scream like that? I'm drawing water in the back well.”

He no longer thought of ghosts, frightened in the swallow but his father's attitude never changed which arbitrarily treated him until he was an adult.

Sintya was surprised to see the rotting demon bite scars. There was a maggot writhing in it, as it could not bear to see and smell the foul scent then it went out spewing out its entrails. He ran with a flashlight to knock on every door of the house, but no one would open the door.

A man wearing shabby clothes gritted his teeth pointing to a terraced house covered in pine trees. The distance to get there is a little far because it passes through a large field. He did not know who the occupants were in it. No one wants to help him.Push the bell button, knock on the door of the house inside the flashing lights. A woman opened the door, her face pale with black lipstick. He stared cynically at Sintya. A guest in the middle of the night is a bad sign.

“Please mom, my dad is seriously injured. His disease spread to make him have a high fever. Please bu” he offered a few pieces of money while begging to put both hands together.

The woman had no answer, got in a few seconds and then carried a medical box to get Sintya into the car. He saw the lane cut off from the steering wheel of the woman's car very once up to the hut.

“Mr doctor, can you help us drive us home to the city? If mom pleases tomorrow we you hitchhike bu.”

“What are you talking about? Heal first your father just talked about coming home. These sick people here can't get out because they're going to bring the plague virus to other areas. If your father is healed then I dare to cross between villages and cities.”

The woman's words seemed to have a hidden meaning. He realized he had to bear the risk of daring to climb to the sacred mountain or visit a mystical area. Arriving at the hut, he saw that his father had fainted. The woman took out medical equipment examining her wounds and body, she frowned saying a shocking thing.

“The wounds on your father's hands are rotting, otherwise they can spread all over his body. You have to sign this agreement. I don't want any charges behind the day. Sintya's hand shook receiving the pen, looking at his dying-looking father. Signature on paper, black liquid ink inscribed his name.

To make the place look brighter, the doctor told him to light more claps or candles, he began to pull out his sharp knife. The one in his hand was like a meat-cutting knife. Sintya held back her screaming voice, unable to see her father's right hand amputated.

Cutting the limb separation without being in the operating room, in seeing the blood that poured out was accommodated almost filled a full bucket.

Worms, writhing maggots are falling. His father's hand was given to him, he shuddered and put it in a large box made of boards that he had emptied. He covered the kitchen objects on top of it and drove the doctor to the front door.

Muhyi woke up feeling an excruciating pain, the screams getting louder seeing her right hand breaking off. “No! Sintya where my hands are! Ahhh!”

“Dad, I can't stand it here anymore. We have to walk to the city limits. When are your wounds mongering? I was forced to give the doctor permission to amputate your hand so that the rotten wound does not spread to other organs.”

Sintya packed up the rest of his belongings, he propped up his body but his extremely heavy body made both of them fall down. Like there was something invisible holding his father's body. Sintya put the backpack, he ran asking for help from people who began to be busy doing daily activities.

“Bu, help me go home, my father is sick.”

“Hey who are you son? Why is your face like that?” Asked the old man put a broom in his hand.

“Pak, he's Mr. Muhyi's son. They come back again.” whispered the woman who walked away from him.