SHAVETUH MANTU
Doppelgangers

“You are sure our Ndu will ride without physical preparation?” call Dhanu after stopping his car at basecamp.

“Yakin, from yesterday we have rounded out the vision and mission and permission of lecturers for a week off. Don't hesitate, Nu. Physical has often been tested by lecturers yesterday!” The guide pushed the door and hurriedly opened the trunk of the car as a thick fog suddenly crept to the ground surface. The guides remove their climbing supplies. Two keril bags and tracking pole. Pandu looked around with a strange feeling. It was bright, now cloudy, his mind while holding his bag.

Laras throws his pale lips. “Nyai Dasima, Ndu. Wrong doing. I'm not cool here! Nyai Dasima should have banned me from coming! I'm scared.” The barrel of the container ask in the carrying Genta.

Genta grunts. Riva. His grunts though still carrying the little hacils.

Pandu and Dhanu did a simaction and then rested in the post, they ordered food and coffee before doing physical heating and hired an ojek to cut time to post one.

Instead of sticking together in Pandu's bonds across the ramps of coffee gardens and pine forests that are still rare. Genta held Laras while running without treading the ground parallel to the motorbike in Pandu and Dhanu. For a moment Laras could feel the pleasure, but the pleasure was gone when they reached post one. Barrel whirring. He tightened his arm around Genta's neck.

“Be careful mas. It's Tuesday night Kliwon. Many of the rituals above!” call the ojeker. “I have to go straight down, many want to go up this!”

Wrapped in a thick jacket, skullcaps and gloves, the jaw of the Guide instantly tightens. Kliwon Tuesday is said to be a more haunted night than Kliwon Friday night. Night with the nickname Anggara kasih as the peak of spiritual practice after fasting 40 days.

Nyali Pandu immediately wavering will the day in the Javanese date that blasts his consciousness. Pandu shivered anxiously because that night was also said to be the day where curious spirits roamed. Spontaneous Pandu instantly realized the larger than usual mystical atmosphere.

Ki Pawiro's? Ki Pawiro's! Call the Guide in your heart.

The wind blows strong. Pandu suddenly pulled Dhanu to follow him on his knees avoiding the storm that suddenly shook the entire trunk of the trees.

“How do we want now, Ndu?” ask Dhanu worriedly. “Again in our one post, it never hurts us to go down first until the weather is peaceful.”

“You get off first, Nu. I did not go to the site of the Naga Hyang Antaboga hermitage. Pumpung ojek has not left!” Pandu stared at the motorcycle taxi driver who stopped him when the storm knocked his balance.

Dhanu. “I stay with you, ngawur this if you solo hiking. Danger, the conditions were the amount can not be odd!”

That's why I picked you up, Nu. I'm taking you to danger!

Your arrival is welcomed. Genta Sahut. Ki Pawiro once said that on Saturday Kliwon, your aura provoked their attention.

Vague Pandu nodded but it instead hinted at an answer for Dhanu.

“So you still want to ride, Ndu?” Dhanu looked around, the storm had lessened but the drizzle was trying to make up for the shade of the trees.

“But I swear I ride alone Nu if you know the weather, because I want to ascend, I want to find inner peace.” Pandu tries to prevent Dhanu from getting involved in other natural affairs.

Dhanu thought hard while staring at Pandu, the taxi driver, and Pandu again. “I stay with you. But this Ndu is not Monday, why is he talking tonight Tuesday Kliwon?”

“Java dates are different from national, afternoon-afternoon gini has changed the day for the date Java.”

“Keep why the same Tuesday Kliwon?” dhanu asked in astonishment as she stood up. From below came the sound of a motorbike, a sign of someone coming.

Pandu looked around, doing careful consideration. “Tuesday Kliwon his friend Friday Kliwon, just more senior.”

“You mean more haunted?” exclaimed Dhanu with a choked face.

Yes, Ngger. Just got her, kuto. Answer Laras.

Pandu and Dhanu chanted a prayer together before stepping up and their steps came to a halt as someone yelled fast while running towards him.

“Kowe rasah muploaded!” (You don't have to go up! ) said Mbah Mangku while buying eyes. “Kowe lan kanca-kancamu dadi inceran!” (You and your friends are the target! )

“Sopo retail, Mbah?” (Whose purpose, Mbah? ) sahut Dhanu fretted.

Pandu blinked his eyes and prevented Dhanu from abducting more.

“Kulo sampun, Mbah. Nyuwun sewu, intention kulo sampun genep.” (I already know, Mbah. Sorry, my intention was complete. )

My Mbah sighed. He followed Pandu's footsteps after the storm and the fog came suddenly as a sign of distress. “This is my last warning, Pandu Mahendra! You take your friends home.”

Mbah Mangku looked at Laras and Genta who were hiding behind Pandu. But

Pandu looked at Dhanu then pushed him to Mbah Mangku.

“You go home, tell my mother I'm accosted. Don't ask me why now!”

“But, Ndu..”

My Mbah dragged him on the bike. “You saved your life, he's been with his friends.”

While wondering who is Pandu's friend, Dhanu looks back while holding the shoulder of the ojekman who has driven his motorcycle away from Pandu.

“Who is the father?”

“Kuncen!”

Dhanu goosebumps instantly. Meanwhile

Scouts salute after being allowed to ride on condition. Carrying a stick and prohibited overnight in jiwo lali pedestal or satan market. Pandu. With Laras and Genta he wondered where Ki Pawiro was now.

“Most Ki Pawiro cheated you, Ndu. He's not looking after us!”

The guide continues to move before the dark gets more concentrated. His heart pounded even more as the sounds of nature and animals clashed in the fog which made him have to be careful in stepping.

Arriving at the site he meant, Pandu walked the road konblok towards the mouth of the cave which in some places placed several offerings. He took a picture of the mouth of the cave in the middle of the smell of incense before continuing the journey with increasingly tight breath.

Entering the base nggombes, the forest is still very humid. The barrel stops while plunging into the body of the Genta when a black shadow moves from tree to tree but other things Pandu, like, he flickers the looks that reduce visibility while moving as if attracted to an entity that moves like his father.

Pandu was plunged to the ground, but his vision that was immersed in the presence of the father's silhouette strengthened him again. “Yanda, Ayahanda.” shouted.

Genta tried to prevent it, but seemed to not hear and reluctant to respond to his warning. Pandu kept running chasing him out of the climbing route.

“It wasn't your father, Ndu!” genta's shout coincided with Pandu's continued doormat running nonstop before he stopped as the silhouette turned into a large tall entity with his hands dangling to the ground.

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