Kemuning Climbing

Kemuning Climbing
The soft world


Tons of trance under the tree did not stop devouring food. On the other hand after falling inside the lower room he seemed to be walking on top of the real world and the other world. Earlier this morning he remembered talking to bi Yen and asked his granddaughter to stay at his house. But this morning he saw his body lying stiff around mourners.


“Mas Edo.!” the call is not heard.


Behind Edo he saw a tall figure, his body getting longer and more visible red eyeballs staring at him. Another apparition saw his nephew Alya crying, he was standing inside a wall he could not touch.


“Centini, quickly hand over the child in your stomach. I want it! Ihihi.”.


Running while holding his big belly. He was able to break through the door, a red-faced figure holding hands waiting for him to give what he wanted. Shouting in fear, he saw the village under the foot of the mountain.


“Nek, please me grandma. I am in pursuit of a very tall creature figure!”


The woman without turning her head was still busy pounding the rice on the dimple. When he looked, half of his face was burnt. Centini screamed in fear, she slipped into a prone body position pressing against her stomach.


“Arghh!”


Centini lay feeling the blood was not stopping out. She had bleeding until she finally felt she was about to give birth. Pushing, expending energy in giving birth to her child alone while crying out in pain.


At the door he was greeted by Edo hugging Centini and the baby boy who was still bathed in blood. Who would have thought that the crazy man wanted his wife to come back to life in a ritual led by the shaman.


“Edo, do you think that if you resurrect it then can correct your mistakes in the past?” centini's voice was similar to that of Ririn who was smiling smirking looking at her.


Black curtains and black mosquito nets covered his room. So also all the curtains in the house turned black. If it's night, just light the candle as illumination. He took a piece of paper in a bag of pants read out the contents in it and read out the eyes turning Centini into his original form.


Bi Yen half goosebumps serve all the needs of Centini. Her bedroom door was once again opened after coming back to life from the dead. Edo perforated the bottom of the door as a place to put food and drink containers. Only Edo can get into it.


Hari bi Yen was sick so she asked her granddaughter to take her job. He had difficulty breathing, his eyes firefly felt pain after being in Centini's claws yesterday afternoon. The wound was getting worse smelling fishy and rotting.


“Nek, let Heri deliver this food.”


“Don't, the room is dangerous. Grandma doesn't want you to woe.”


Bi Yen staggered. He fell down, the body shaking in help Heri back into her bed. With a heavy heart he was forced to have his grandson deliver food. Heri looked at the bluffing fingers behind the sidelines under the door. He put his face down, his hands held down and the door opened wide.


“Arghh!”


The baby born in the grave but the sighting of another creature's eyes seeing him above the world turns the figure into a baby demon. The dead man has his soul back to the creator, his body left in the grave if anyone resurrects then the man is filled with jinn, demons or demons so that he lives again.


Tok_tok_tok


Knocking the door repeatedly, the sound of screams from behind the door in the aftershocks of the candle that went out. The house was pitch-black, he was surprised to feel a snorting sound from behind. Bi Yen fear accelerated her fragile steps down the stairs. He fell a pair of small hands from behind.


Edo who had just arrived from home saw Centini moving a knife slashing his own neck. The curious spirit figure of Ririn burned her body with the candles she was flying. The sound of screams in pain for help to scream out of the house. Edo cannot save her, Ririn's figure restrains in favor of the red genie. The baby is also burned alive, this time Ririn promises forever to follow the red genie in order to finish them off.


“Ahahah! This is a worthy reply. You will never be happy even if you marry again!” the echo of Ririn's voice disappeared blowing away the black smoke.


Edo hugged his wife who lived a skeleton. He buried the bodies of his wife and son in the back of the house. Putting the two together in one grave. On it he planted a cantilever flower as a sign of the tomb. From that day on, Edo was frustrated looking for the pleasure of going to a nightclub with his friends.


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Mrs Muti was not calm waiting for news from Bata. In accordance with the agreement that he return to see her within a week. Right on the seventh day, he came to her but the door was locked from the outside. A woman patted him on the shoulder thrusting out a piece of paper and a photo of Ririn in her hand.


“You're Muti, right? In accordance with Bata's promise that he will find the woman you are looking for.”


“Where's Bata? Keep this paper what?” Tanya Muti trembled at the dried up blood scrap paper.


“Bata died this morning ma'am. Before the last breath he left this.”


The old woman wiped her blood-colored tears. Muti saw her wearing a very long dress covering her legs. His face was pale, blackened lips were visible lines of curvature under the eyes. The image of the woman in front of him did not seem like a human.


Fill in the blood paper.


Feet of Sacred mountain.


Muti cried running to bring the citizens to look for him. The discovery of two decaying bodies. The decomposed body of a young woman and a small child who had already become a skull. Muti cried finally being able to find Ririn. Ririn in the grave beside Bata's tomb, in her heart thanked Bata and apologized as much as possible. The woman had sacrificed herself and was very meritorious in her life.


The joint prayer event hopes the two are calm in nature there. The spirit figure of Ririn felt very hot. The sound of pain felt the melted flames watering his body.


“Please me red genie! Huahh!” he said it repeatedly.


The red genie walked away from him, he did not dare to approach. His cry was heard by the climbers and residents in the opposite village. Kemuning asked whose voice he heard.