
Home to climbers, the sacred mountain recounts a long journey of draining tears and memories. Kemuning refused to pour in his writing. His heart was broken and he could not find a way to meet his grandmother. Shadows usually appear even though a moment, he still continues to hope, wait even though he does not know when the time is.
Falling plane debris, hanging human flesh and separate body parts. The crash of flight E73 bound for the North caused great suffering.
Two men who were trying to get out of the sunken ground that was five meters deep. Dedi and Sri try to get out to the surface. They reach for the roots of the trees and use the soil they scrape to reach each incline. For hours Dedi scraped with a piece of wood, until in the middle he fell. His legs sprained, he also groaned in pain holding the wound on his elbow.
“Let me try it” Sri said.
Sri wears shorts and a thin t-shirt, her legs and hands are injured. He borrowed the trousers Dedi was wearing so that his injured skin would not rub against the ground. For the old man was wearing long-sized shorts. He hoped Sri could continue the erosion of the land.
The wind blows hard, the branch breaks down. Cloudy carrying thick initial lumps evenly. The rumbling sounds started to sound strong. The rain dripped, the more heavy so that Sri's balance was not controlled. He fell down, his feet hit by the rocks crying in pain. Dedi lifted the stone that hit his feet.
“You okay Sri?”
“It's okay, just a minor injury. The rain will wash us away before we reach the surface. It is very impossible for us to swim in this situation.”
“I'm sure we can go through all this Sri.”
In the rain for hours. The two of them began to shiver in the cold, thirst changing with hunger. They were trapped for twenty-four hours. Dedi was forced to catch two frogs, he slammed and gave one to Sri who looked disgusted to accept it.
“We have no other choice Sri. We have to survive.”
Sri was forced to accept it, he chewed while thinking of eating a piece of rendang meat and drinking rain water as if drinking very cold clear water. But still his stomach refused, he vomited until he fainted in the cold.
The rain water is already on their necks. Dedi hugged Sri, he resigned if he had to die alone with the woman he loved so much.
In front of him was a creature that gave happiness even granting all his wishes. On the part of the black road he had to pass by with extremely hot coals of fire. While Dedi is on the other hand, the connecting point is only one-striped.
Both are the same, there is no hope or bright spot. Sri could no longer bear the hunger, her body began to freeze to death because it could no longer withstand the cold. Sri initially only pretended to agree to the wishes of the creature.
“After he helped me out then I can also save his inner Dedi” mas.
Sri welcomes the hand of the red genie. Once again the red genie asks if he really chose it. Sri nodded in agreement to accept his cold and stiff hand. Slowly his body temperature was normal and did not feel the slightest chill. He opened his eyes looking at Dedi's extremely pale face. The sound of explosions pierced the ground. Sri wakes Dedi, smiling happily finding a way out.
“Thuk, uhuk. Where are we going Sri?”
“I'll take the mas out of here. We will be free with mas” replied Sri who can not wait to rise to the surface.
In Dedi's eyes, he didn't see the exit Sri said. He just stepped following the direction of Sri's path that supported his body.
Sri's belief led to the catastrophe of Dedi's death which was caught in the crush of the rocky soil. Sri subconsciously pulled him very strongly. The red genie whispered in order to continue pulling on Dedi's body.
"Araghh! " dedi's last scream was heard by him.
Looking at the exit, he pulled Dedi's severed hand. Sri shouted to see his body left behind.
"Mas Dedi! "
He asks the red genie to save him. The creature refused because according to the agreement only helped Sri one.