Kemuning Climbing
Chaib

Extreme weather coloring langkha trip of the climbers, accompanied by another figure it is not all strong people face. Not infrequently there is a little fear, this time and also because of the ghost of another figure. Roy and Caki isolate themselves, traveling past post two in solving other thoughts that are in opposite directions.

“Caki cepetan, I can't wait to feel the pleasure of life. Not drinking wine one day it feels numb tongue” said Roy crouched to take a bottle out of his bag.

“Yes wait for all the corn to burn.”

Caki forcibly pull the stem of the yam until it has pulled the tubers. The pull of the detached trunk emitted a sound of pain that echoed in the sky. Caki stopped looking around, his hair goosebumps releasing the trunk and pulling the roy away.

“Apan the hell my bottle is not staying! I'll be in in a minute!”

“Sick! Aghh! Please!” an unclear voice was heard.

“Come fast roy!”

They ran until unknowingly separated between the street area titi keci; other lanes connecting. The figure of a beautiful woman's voice looks Roy calling her, her face is very beautiful beauty . He was fascinated to follow her to a crowded residential area.

“Loh where was the lady?” his murmur saw a house filled with piles of firewood.

He walked to the house in front of his porch where a woman was picking vegetables. He saw Roy very cynically, eyes of fury in a stare motion all over the body.

“You want are you young?”

“Grandma see women dressed in kebaya carrying baskets through here no?”

“No, hurry home! You should never look at everything like you want” he said in a sloppy tone.

“Sorry Grandma, I am a sacred mountain climber. I will be home when I get to the top. Oh yeah grandma lives alone?”

“Yes, my grandson was also a climber. I remember clearly how she smiled last time. Can you help me find her?”

“Ngg__ ngg__ I will try yes nek.”

Roy, who was originally looking for a beautiful woman dressed in kebaya, turned to look for grandchildren from grandmothers who wiped her tears. He looked very sad, there was an old picture that was the size of the four times he showed him. Roy's deeply shocked face saw the same image, the woman who led her steps all the way to that place.

“This is the woman I was referring to earlier grandma.” said Roy surprised.

The woman put down her basket, she glared showing anger. He hated the man standing in front of him. The strong pull on Roy's sideburn, in pain he held the old woman's hand to let go. Roy ran in fear, the entrance into the house of the people. Various strange house shapes, there is a chimney above on a small-sized stone beside the house made of roots.

Not only was the strange shape seen on the other buildings of the house, he was also shocked when he noticed the appearance that was not human.

“What is this place? Are they ghosts or what? Hihh” he ran in the other direction.

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“Stop, we don't make loud noises. Someone is following our voice” said Rapa.

“What are you talking about Ra? If not on call can they hear?”

“Friends, we have to go. There is something strange about this forest. We return to Kemuning's brother report that two of our friends have disappeared.”

“No, we're far away here and you tell me to come down again? I can't stand it! So tired!” bela said crouching exhausted.

They argue, the pressure of the high notes and their respective wishes are ended with Rapa's steps go back down the path of three. He was followed by Filza who ran to him, the rest of them continued their steps up the summit.

Enforcing the tent because it was getting dark, Yopi who was not calm because his friends who took their own opinions made him ask the others to wait in the tent.

“You wait in the tent, yes I want to find Rapa and Filza. Kasian if there's anything with the girls! If Roy's the same foot let them go back alone. Their mischief should not be asked again.”

“You sure you're alone Yop? I temenin yes.”

“Do not De, if there are no men here ntar if we why?” ask the frightened Sandra.

The rest of his friends were waiting in front of the bonfire. The flame that attracts the attention of the forest-waiting creatures smells the pure smell of human air. Mbok Mijan who is like a madman scavenging food offerings two under an old banyan tree. He went insane after failing to find Capit's body and performing the errands he was assigned to.

Devotion at an infinite age, he seemed to have died yet still tread on earth. Bones that were just wrapped in dry skin made a strange sound. He closed his ears tightly to hear many voices calling out to him.

“Mijan, I'm hungry!”

“Mijan! Bring us food!”

The woman ran on all fours in fear, her skin ripped off and her face in the claws of the demon's hand that was chasing her. He asked for help no longer able to avoid the many creatures that attacked him. Mijan died at the feeding of the pet dedemites of Capit, his spirit in the hold of the figure of the genie ruler of the sacred mountain. His death prostrated facing East, his body is not visible –by ordinary eye view.

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Laughter Sintya heard the news of Suro's death, it was not his responsibility to use his corpse as the main ingredient of making soup. His usual beard is given to the red genie while the organ for him. The soup that has a taste of delicacy invites visitors from other regions to the village that is known for its mystique. Many visitors, the curiosity of the reporters covering the news until the visitors who have spiritual knowledge deliberately find out more about the stall make Sintya misgivings and ask the red genie really take care of him.

“Sintya, Sintya. Do you doubt me and drag on in fear. Have we not been united? Hihihih.”

The voice of the red genie was clearly heard by a man who rubbed the beard. He and his entourage exerted energy in feeling the demonic air in that place. They did not touch the food or drink. Sintya saw a suspicious movement of the group of men at the table near the trees staring at him.

“Strong magic, I can feel where the presence of the devil” said the man who still rubbed the beard.

“Do we just sort it out, sir? This village would be famous for being a cannibalistic man. The seller should be rewarded for his actions” said the man carrying a keris around his waist.

Sintya is ready to stand by if instead of suspicious men attack him.