Kemuning Climbing
Soul retrieval

The vehicle has stopped repeatedly. Ririn's eyes looked at the crowded shadows of the residents' houses which turned out to be just an illusion for her. He did not calmly glance at Tarak who was still thirsty. Ten one-kilo plastic bags were sipped in half an hour. Can not be denied the figure in the form of a baby gendoruwo must be waiting for ASI from his mother.

“How do you stop moving forward again Rin when will you get there? Duh, where the mother's grandchild fussed continues.”

“Hihh, ma'am Tarak's face is getting serem yes. Ririn saw there was a lot of housing around here. But every time pull over must suddenly disappear.”

“Hus you don't talk about it. Ugly this is your nephew. Let's find out where else there is housing ahead there.”

If a normal human sees it, it will not be able to touch even remotely close together. He got bigger and pulled out a very pointy canine tooth. The journey passed an hour, the crying did not subside.

The world tells many hidden mysteries. The air that blows feels hot if it is really in the sense of the presence of subtle creatures. Timekeepers in other realms who cheat the natural atmosphere of humans, looking for gaps to use to achieve their wishes.

Tarak, the baby who should not have been born in the world. Gendoruwo's figure glimpsed Farsya's eyes which were now entangled by him. Kela's affection as a grandmother spilled over, she considers her granddaughter an ordinary human baby and has no flaws whatsoever.

Ririn pulled over the vehicle, in front of her was an intersection that led to two branches. According to the address note given by Ms. Mutia, the house entered a path a meter away through several banyan trees.

“We go to ma'am, our car cannot go into” said Ririn.

“Yes for a moment, fat mom grandson mom first.”

Tarak's strong cries flew the winged animals perched on the branches of the trees. Some dogs that stuck out their tongues that saw them running immediately let out whimpering sounds. There are many sightings of spies that lit up, Ririn just realized this is the route of the footpath of the Sacred mountain that is rumored to be a soul-seizing geger.

If only he knew the location of the shaman's house or the call to Langsat. It was written at the opposite village address, but they did not find a village. Just saw a house made of bamboo, in front of him was composed of wood pieces of meat with leaves.

“Wait mom, I think we got the wrong address.”

“This paper mom read again.”

In front of the house there is a banyan tree hanging plastic in a crowd of flies. Very clearly written in detail, the house of the shaman right they stood. Kela patted Tara's shoulder gently towards the door. Ririn was curious at one of the contents of the plastic hanging slightly ripped.

“Huek! Uhuk huek!”

The hanging piece of ari-ari meat rotted away. He pressed down on his stomach, crouching down many times pouring out vomit. Looking under the tree there were names that faded from drops of blood, water, small-sized photographs, dried flowers and other strange objects.

“Bu, let's get out of this place. Look under that tree there's a lot of baby ari-ari!” shout Ririn.

Kreek_

The sound of the door opening, he saw a black-clothed man bellowing at Tarak. He's been bruising three times. Tarak's cry suddenly stopped crying. Ririn did not dare to enter, she was standing in front of the door. His legs were still trembling, he looked back to see there was a black hairy-eyed red creature.

“Arghh! There's a ghost bu!”

“Rin, keep your attitude!” whispered Kela.

“Sorry mom, but__”

“Good kek”

Ririn slowly closed the door, she opened the door slightly seeing that the creature was still looking at her. Tarak put him on the prepared leaves. Initially Kela hesitated but saw the change in her grandson completely in the form of another creature. Ririn's shout grew louder, she hid behind her mother's body.

“Kek, what happened to my grandson?”

“He's not a human, he's a gendoruwo boy! ASI that he had been drinking would never relieve his thirst before gulping blood.”

“What? Quickly Farsya getting thinner dry kerontang bu” whispered Ririn.

“Then we have to how to cake? Is there no other way? He's still my grandson.”

Unorthodox rituals start from bathing the baby with flower water. His cry was too loud to hear the howling of wolves and dogs from a distance.

“The cry of this child will call another subtle creature. She'll be vicious, not recognizing anyone around even if you're her grandmother. He'll suck your blood till you die.”

“No cake, please my grandson.”

“Cut this chicken and drink to it. Hahahah.

The sound of the cake sounded different. Laughter shrill, she stared intently at Tarak as if emitting hatred. Ririn trembling received the chicken and the knife. The large container that is provided is in the sting of a foul aroma. His stomach seemed to want to turn back. Due to the long wait, Kela snatched the knife immediately cut the chicken's neck and then held its blood.

Tarak stands right behind Kela. Droplets of saliva fall, his body hairy similar to the figure of the depiction of gendoruwo form. His long fingers were bluffing. Kela turned over the body giving the container that contained chicken blood to her.

The brute movement robs him, he gulps it down. Lick swept over the contents of the container, he turned running out towards the figure of a creature larger than him.

“Tarak!” scream Kela.

“Hold your mother, let the baby gendoruwo go” said the shaman.

Kek Langsat muttered, the creature disappeared spreading the scent of incense. Ririn hugged her mother, she did not expect it turned out that her nephew was a supernatural being. Strong winds, lightning struck, they did not see the shaman in his house. Ririn and Kela ran towards the car. Crying was still left, the return of the two still left sadness.

The day passed, Kela did not want to eat and drink. He lay on the bed, the intravenous needle hanging. A private nurse was assigned to take care of her. Ririn was not discouraged to find her sister Farsya in between work from morning to evening.

News of missing people spread in various rural and urban areas. No one had seen his face inside the mountain yet or found his corpse.

“Do I have to climb a mountain? According to the news that Kemuning is still in the area” muttered Ririn.

He began to continue the steering wheel of his car stopped to one of the shopping centers needs climbers. But before the footsteps entered the door, he heard people talk that more and more climbers are not safe on the sacred mountain.

I thought I would leave my mother for a long time. Ririn felt so wrong, she undoed her intentions. His mind was increasingly branched to see newspapers that reported about the mystical phenomenon of sacred mountains.