Horror Story
Steve's Diary - A Plan 1

It's a classic story, a story about a veteran of Mapala, a sad story I've ever had

listen from oral directly. Stories that can still make me think

many times to finally want to write it, a story that I think is very

mysterious will puzzle.

I am a private employee in Surabaya. I would love to tell my story

together with my college best friend who has long left me, his family even

to all that is on this earth without a farewell sentence. I ventured

tells the story of my friend named Steven and all his activities recorded in

her diary book..

May God strengthen you, my friend.

On the first sheet, I'll try to be Steve.

A bright morning despite being bored is always trailing my body. Take this body to the room

shower just to wash your face. It doesn't look tangled because I'm not sleeping

last night, for I was saddened by your words, my woman in the twilight without

the word.

You're mywomen.. You hurt me more than I've ever felt..Know

are you that I am fed up with the emptiness and lies of the world?

Huhhhh..

Like a carcass that dissolves in the open ocean.

Mondays..

I took myself out of the house, a happy home, a home now

full lara.

Morning..

I rode a dilapidated kopaja with a driver who had no mind at all, dilibibasnya all

the street is like a racing circuit to him. No wonder the old man was a bajaj driver

orange is an emotion because of your stupidity, kopaja driver. The serial number is good too

it turns out, appropriate and similar to 300 rupiah only.

Ahhe.. You're a cocky copaja driver, one day your kopaja will be lost swallowed by

younger and more luxurious vehicles. You're gonna be bulldozed by a new vehicle like you

bulldoze the old man with his bajaj.

"For you there is a lecture*****not today?".

I asked my woman hoping that I would get her attention again.

"Hehh. you know, if the cave ogah same you again. This is already

in the 90s you know, don't look for that kind of attention again".

Say my adored woman who turned her face sour and left

leaving me.

Why do everyone I love stay away from me, is because now I'm just riding

the blue orange. Is that how big his love for me, do I need to ride corolla

I want you my girl to love me..

Nesta...

Only this diary book can clean up the dirt, only this diary can

able to accept all my complaints..

"Hi Steve's.. You do not come to semeru, if you can come, doku nebeng cave

no. hahahaha".

Doni said to me expectantly.

"Gua already no doku man, already poor like lu-lu on, bokap cave already

ninggalin cave his family..".

I answered Doni.

"What do you say man, instead of you rich man seven derivative..

heheh".

"Sorry.sorry.., the cave knows if you are poor. But calm down, friend, you still

got this super rich doni as your friend.hahaha..".

Say doni as usual. Always happy and always calming me.

Other than this diary, only Doni has always supported me. He is a man's son

rich, but he's poorer than I was. That was a semester ago, before papa digondol

that woman, that woman,

the woman who ruined my future and my mother's household. If only it had not

there is a law in this country that I have killed the woman and my father who has

abandoned me. Let this diary know of the rottenness of my heart this morning.

"Where dude, you come already.itung-itung you can free your head use.

mahameru dew",

rayu Doni to me.

It was difficult for me, with all my luxuries and finances at that time I could have been

taking one of my classes is free to Semeru, but now to pay for my ticket

myself I am not capable. Shame and sadness are in me. It's poor, abandoned

girlfriend, can't do hobbies anymore.

For me, women are everything. But to my women, I am now

just a piece of meat with the clothes of a former rich man who always ride in kopaja. Huh..

My grumbling will be my fate with all the ugliness I experience.

"It's Steve, don't daydream. The cave also used to be often you pay.

Now it is the turn of the cave that payin you. Okay?",

doni said to me again.

"Emm.. when do you leave, man? Ntar if indeed mama kasih permit, cave

kabarin you",

my spoken. Mama's son.

"Okay, cave wait",

answer Doni.

All day I've been in the camp without filling my hull. How to fill, make up

just kopaja I'm confused. My fate is very sad because of my papa

the land crocodile. I promise I'll make her cry under me..

It's still the same month. The month where the climbers will be flocking

pampering his eyes and heart. That month also determined our departure

towards mahameru.

"Dude, the cave just brought this. No money to buy food. Callused

ask to have you?"

My love for Doni

Doni is like my savior. He prepared my needs and

give it to me for free. We leave not alone, there is still

four more people. Two from one faculty and two more from Bandung,

fellow volunteers and activists. At Pasar Senen station we have bought a pp ticket to

malang new station. A dull day for me, for the suddenly rich

In order not to let my friends down, I was always cheerful. Despite my cheerful attitude

there is only a mirage for me and for him, and for all who feel the sense of nestapa

and nelangsa is inflicted with grief.

Economy wagon

Yes.just this economy car is exactly the same as my introductory school. Still

equally awkward for me. All my life, I've never been on a copaja. All my life

just this time I felt into the ekomonian of this iron walking akomoda. Though first..

I won't let the memory of me with all my papa's wealth. A journey

it was exhausting for us to go through together. There is a friend from Bandung singing a love story song

from heaven to the angel of nirwananya..

Ahh. Again I complained about the attitude of my woman that I did not know the meaning of taste

his love for me. I regret spoiling her, I made her the queen consort of the king. However

whatever the force, the king has lost.

Lose with the world. Thus my melodic tone with a stern voice

empty of all my love. I want to hold your hand, I want to take you to

my dreams and fantasies, I want to walk on the clouds with you.

"Wooiiii. man!! There is nothing you need to regret. Now we just

need to have fun with this hum, ok?'.

Said Doni disperse my daydream..

"Don't just glass glasses and the song. Make Steve cry..

haha",

said another friend.

Long enough trip, about 14 hours we are on this iron box. Not infrequently

hawkers always go back and forth to seek fortune by peddling their merchandise.

Even the buskers with guitars or violins are not awkward to play the melody

next to us was just a reminder of our excitement at the time. Many stations and cities

which we passed. Scrambling our houses and rice fields through. Till..

A rather overcast morning in the city of Malang has welcomed us. We got off the iron box

it stretched our bodies and legs without the dawn.

"We have breakfast first man, the lapernya pol-polan's belly",

bring Doni to me and the others.

It's not that I'm not hungry, even from the moment I left I haven't eaten, just water

minerals just got in my stomach. It's all because I don't have the money to

buy it, buy some decent food for my stomach. Ahh. Let it be, this is what

i wanted.

"Udah yok breakfast here aja man. It's got soto dokk, it's like cheap mix", though",

one of my volunteer friends invited us

That's right, the soto served by the middle-aged father was the most delicious soto ever

i fed. It turned out that it was not because of my hungry stomach, but it was really delicious.

Only the soto dok flows through my mouth to my stomach and it can

warms body. A little bit comfortable I have to feel, even though I will.. Let me be

only those who know will complain about this. Even my diary can't know it will

my plan.

"You need to chew your food first 18 times, man, let's..",

my friend said one faculty member to Doni.

"Let's like a cow yaa. Haha.", uh..",

doni replied with all of our laughter.

We know every bite of food will affect the digestive process that is within

our bodies. The longer you chew it, the better your body absorbs the juice

the starch from that food. However, it is only the taste I choose to fulfill that need for my hunger.

We're jeep-based.

"Sir, how long are we going to the post?',

doni asked the timer, the jeep departure shift manager there.

"One way package 45 thousand mas only. Going home can be cheaper",

said the man replied.

"It's expensive sir, can't go down a little bit what?",

tanya Doni bargained.

"Yeah.just go back and forth not loving 60 aja, how about mas?",

he's lowering the price.

"We have taken it, sir. We just don't know how many days above, anyway I pay half first",

Doni explained.

Sign so our deal will jeep that black rental. A very tiring yet pleasant journey for the young soul without the burden on his shoulders. But I'm just a man full of plans.

The journey over time has left us with a smooth path, towards the ramp with a hole in each face, the road face to the top of the swarga loka.

That afternoon we arrived with a jeep driver who stopped the car, either for food or for what reason. We were presented with terracing soil with all its vegetable crops. We were even treated to a view from the farmers who were carrying medicine tubes and plantation equipment. Enjoyinge.. Be those who have never felt the feeling of destitution and misery.

But I don't write my intentions in this diary..

The journey is not too far, it only takes half an hour. We've reached post 1, ranupani.

Here. in this wooden hut, we were recorded by his officers and paid a fairly cheap restibusi, yes as cheap as kopaja rates that used to take me to college.

The foot of Mount Semeru gave me love.

Love will give me wings, I don't know.Even those wings are like conjuring me up like a poet.

The love..Love of the majesty of the Esa.

Love is not just a mirage..

Love will poetry and rhyme without and must fight to eliminate nestapa..

Very simple this first post Semeru. Very inversely proportional to the majesty of Mahameru as the highest peak of Java.

"How many people ride? Have you brought enough equipment and supplies? Please fill out the biodata and its complete list",

the postman told us.

First occurrences.

As I leaned on this body and placed my carrier bag in the stall, we were approached by an old man, with a stature that was quite inviting and curious.

"There's one thing you have to remember, son, don't think about something that hasn't happened. Just live anything happily. Because you're not the only ones who are feeling hard. Everyone will be given hardship according to their own abilities",

said the old man.

We were all shocked by the man's words, who he was to read our minds or at least my thoughts.

"I'm dipo boy, usually people call me dipo. Well, maybe because I'm old so it's called mbah. hahahhah..",

he said to us.

Do I have to give up my intentions now, or is this just a hindrance to me? Every word and joke from the Mbah was very much on my problem. He seemed to know what I was going to do..

"Semono time/formerly, to get food and life alone is very difficult, really now that is delicious even cold to death".

Continue to leave us while throwing an uncomfortable smile I was staring at.

The sweet tea is tangled over the teplek of the glass. Teplek with a clear and patterned pattern appears to resemble a coconut. Warm sweet and very comfortable. Doni did not stop sebats cigarette brand missnya just as a cold reliever at the foot of the king of Java mountain. I remain. I am full of emptiness of soul will nestapa and nelangsa..

Dusk also required us to continue this journey, a journey that for bearers of radiant love. With a beautiful mountain tweet, I stepped up to meet swarga dwipa. Leap is just a figure of speech, jump is not a cry, my jump will be all torn from suffering..

SERIATE..

Look forward to the next part where Seraman will begin..