SHAVETUH MANTU
35 Days
The sunlight slapped the mountain slope fiercely. Rinjani looked at Mount Arjuno which was now visible in her eyes with a stunned expression.
“I don't know if an angel's love can change the weather, Lil. Kasian is also a villager if Dewi was upset at Pandu continued. Mother is guilty.”
Tie his mountain shoelaces steadily. “Whatever the behavior of the Goddess is all definitely with the permission of Gusti Allah, Bun. The goddess is also a creature of God. Cooler than us. Mandraguna Sakti. But..” The woman grinned.
“The guide managed to make him happy what yes?”
Rinjani closed her eyes while shaking her head. “Mother can't afford to shadow far away. What matters today is that we go upstairs. We wait for Kyai Arya and Mbah Mangku to be ready. What are they doing again?”
Jalu Ali came while carrying warm tea for budhe and his walking bag that every day gave him pocket money.
“Kyai Arya advised budhe the same Maak eat first, because today is Tuesday kliwon. Exactly three five days mas Pandu lost!” jalu Aji said with dramatization.
“Thirty-five days budhe, I deg-degan mas Pandu why-why. I'm afraid my dad won't come home. I have to explain to my sisters later, well, wes dizzy I budhe.”.
Rinjani touched her warming chest, and her son disappeared without a trace. It was hard to reach the door to that dimension as if there was no power from ordinary human energy.
“Budhe sure Mas Pandu and your father came home. Your father promised to nemenin budhe until old age. Didn't you forget to ask for the prayer of your school?”
“Until my father's cats I pray Budhe.” Jalu Aji said enthusiastically. “They're just meow. Considered amen can anyway?”
Rinjani takes a warm cup of tea from the tray held by Jalu Aji.
Your father didn't come home much left behind, Le. Five kids and the cats, the job and me. Grow me skinny later.
Jalu Aji flicked his hand in front of Rinjani's face. “Budhe why daydream?”
“Budhe thinks of you, your sister, your fathers cats!”
“Walah, budhe sehati same me.” Jalu Aji smiled. “Budhe must be praying my father keeps coming home huh?”
Your father was my first love, no need in the doain he's been looking for a heart.
Rinjani nodded her head. “In the meantime satos dino pakde Kaysan, if they do not go home budhe need to find the yellow flag again and budhe does not want. Budhe believes no one is selling yellow flags. Budhe sure, Pandu and your Father are home!”
Jalu Aji nodded her head with sparkling eyes. Especially what he wants at this time other than to agree with his budhenya speech. He took the time to follow her to find out for himself what happened. For the sake of disturbing his sorrowful budheya for three five uncertain days until Mbah Mangku gave certainty to come to him before Tuesday night kliwon took place.
A glimmer of hope was present without cue until they arrived at Mbah Mangku's house again with more complete personnel from Jogja.
Rinjani rubbed Jalu Aji's head. “You rest, eat first. Later if the laper bothered, budhe can not fry eggs ceplok above.”
“I've brought a lot of budhe, in my bag. Soy sauce rice pake. I also brought my father coffee at tumbler.” Jalu Aji smiled proudly.
Rinjani and Dalilah patted the forehead together. The boy thought it must be a picnic and adventure, not looking for the two important humans.
“As far as you are, the important thing will be the same group. If you're tired of saying, don't say.”
Dalilah cleared his throat with a faint smile that was seen on his lips. “Remember father?”
“Slast and sole.” Rinjani smiles as Kyai Arya and Mbah Mangku's entourage come to the terrace.
In droves the group from Jogja gathered. They formed a circle to hear the direction of the SAR and Mbah Mangku teams.
The motorcycle taxi drivers were waiting for them to drive to the post one which has a distance of about 2.5 km from the basecamp. The cost was 50kb per head while the party was carrying twenty-five people.
“Which wear clothes and attributes dominant red color, replace. Menstruation does not need to go up!” Mbah Mangku commemorates when the sound of the motorbike engine has roared.
No chaos happened. The group rushed through the path under the pine trees and the coffee garden that was flowering.
Arriving at the post on boege, the smell of frankincense and the blooming of coffee flowers feels more fragrant.
Jalu Aji was stunned. “She's here with her dragon, Budhe.”
Rinjani does it and pulls the boy to be around rather than adding to the risk.
“Pras, keep Jalu Aji!” Rinjani reminded Prasetyo, the boy's father's aide. ”It's ten o'clock in the afternoon, we have to get to post five before the turn of the day!”
“Nggih, mother.”
Prasetyo deliberately growled while holding Jalu Aji who had not been tired since the trip yesterday.
Jalu Aji chuckled. “My father is more miserable than you, Om! I'm ora wedi.”
Rinjani. “Peach jerk! Mbah Mangku has said this is the time because he said the portals of dimensions are open! We can't be late. You don't get to the angelic gondol either. Your father will be stressed.”
Jalu Aji asserted, the budhenya once firmly, medeni. Be the group to climb the semi-rock climbing path smoothly without any action Jalu Aji who kebangetan. From post two to three, the group started to get exhausted. That fierce sunlight burned the brave guts freely.
They decided to rest in front of Sakri's outpost for half an hour.
“Budhe still strong?” jalu Aji asked as they walked on the middle pedestal with tree vegetation that began to meet towards the Semar eyang post.
Although his breathing was shrill, Rinjani nodded her head.
“For the sake of my masku and my father. Budhe spirit!”
Kyai Arya let out a short laugh while holding Jalu Aji. “From post four to post five hiking trails in the form of stepped pundits with rock tracks. The original statues are scattered on this path. Pandu must love this place, its history is amazing.” Kyai Arya is fascinated by the 13th century relic.
Rinjani's heart rippled. He wants to deny the fact of who he is, he wanted to lie his heart but it felt more and more his steps approached post four and settled in post five which has a lot of historical relics that are clearly displayed along the path of his hunch climb feel a familiar sensation.
“Where is the gate, Mbah?”
“We've already passed it.” Mbah Mangku looked around as a gust of wind greeted their arrival.
“Your son and his entourage are getting ready!” muttered Mbah Mangku with glaring eyes.
“Make sure slalu inside the tent in case something happens. Don't go out let alone look for gamelan sounds!”
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