Horror Story
Steve's Diary - Wait for Me, man

Time waiting time..

Waiting for Tuesday is not so long. But it feels very long for a doni with everything he has done so far. Only a criminal would not dare to step up and feel hopeless..

Intentionally, every piece of my writing is expressed with a sense, and a sense that is very difficult to create, created by empty hearts and minds without the coming of the body.

Yes.

You read some of the above sentences, you will feel swimming in a bodyless world. The world between real and.. Ahh. I dare not say it.

Tuesday came without a sense of speed. I had everything prepared, and even this mentality I had already patched firmly. Not to forget I asked permission to my mother and father, and asked for prayers from both of them which is the incarnation of a human god..

And..

Mr. man..

I took my foot to the bus stop of Bajaj base from pak man. Who knows if he gave me advice or at least could strengthen my mentality about what I will go through there, the gods complained.

That morning and a half on Tuesday, I met with Pak Man.

"Hi. man sir. How's it going, is everything okay?", I asked the man.

As usual, he just smiled and laughed.

"Hahaha, I'm always good, man. It's just that I feel like you're going to get something very surprising" she replied to me.

What surprise will I get or go through?

The sound of the capital's vehicle horn was whispering my ears. But there's one feeling I see and I'll go through there later..

"Don't like to daydream.. What you saw was just your eyes. The reality can happen or even not happen at all" said pak man disperse me.

"Look, sir, later in the afternoon I will take the mother of my best friend. I have also contacted my other friends, who participated in the disappearance of my friend.", I said later to the man.

Being quiet..

At first glance but long pak man was silent like..

Like thinking of something, but I don't know what he's thinking.

"Look, man, you're going to experience sadness later. When your friend's parents know that their child committed suicide, not disappeared as you have reported until now" said the man as giving the code of his inner eye.

Getting out of trouble instead will now get into that trouble again, I thought..

But I promised to take steve's mama there, and I can't undo it let alone deny it.

Poor thing..

It was pity that rounded my resolve to get steve's mama there.

"Look easy sir. I promise to be always vigilant with all the circumstances and the worst possible while there", I reply.

"Alright then. here you bring. Later you can use if there is something that makes you confused" said Pak man while giving a package that does not know what it contains.

At around 15:00 pm, I was waiting at the train station. I have been waiting for your mother, my friend. I approached the middle-aged woman, the woman carrying the backpack like a schoolboy.

"Aunty's been waiting for me for a long time. For a moment I want to buy a ticket first", I said while throwing a smile.

Smile so that he is not too sad..

My smile..

The smile of a donny who tried to comfort a mother with great and sorrowful.

I'm heading to the poor department ticket booth. It was not a day when tickets were difficult to get. And I also easily got tickets, without queues. This is not a homecoming, man.. It's as if the universe is supporting this journey for you.

An hour later came our train to get to the poor. We climbed up and sat facing each other. We also shared a seat with a married couple who were about the same age as my parents.

The journey to the apple city began..

Not a few buskers give their services to entertain us with songs and poems that are full of the meaning of life. We just stayed inside the iron box car. There was not much we could talk about during the trip..

"You want to malang ma'am? This is his son, yes, already working or still in college?", asked our neighbor passenger to mama steve.

"Yes ma'am. I want to go to semeru. This is.", replied steve's mother. And..

I tried to hold their conversation so it wasn't too long and ended up moving for your mama, man..

"Yes aunty, I am his son who is still in college and has not worked", cut my answer to the passenger.

"Oo yes.the spirit of college. Don't let your beautiful mother down", replied the passenger.

Just a smile I took from what he said. Your mama? Your mother also just smiled a little, but forced steve. It's all because your fools are best friends..

If only you hadn't done anything stupid and played your life with a rope that you tied around your neck in that tree trunk, maybe..

Maybe your mama can smile more sincerely than today.

It didn't feel like our trip through the fields. Although not clear, but I believe this trip has passed through the wind city in west east Java.

Yes.congjuk with the expanse of rice fields and red onion plants. Maybe in three hours this self will reach my memory city with you enjoying the warm soto dokk.

Brambang..

Shouted a little boy peddling onions, when we were at the onion city station. I saw a variety of cross-dimensional traffic around this Dutch heritage station, but I tried not to respond. I prefer to pay attention to the persistence of a child who goes back and forth peddling his merchandise.

The headless conductor and the one who hung gently in the wind were not even concerned. Sometimes I dare to look at your mama's face, man. With her eyes still open, she fell asleep right in front of me. The face of a mother who is saddened by the loss of her child who disappeared without saying goodbye. Let's hope your mama is strong and always aware of what you've done when we get there.

Ten minutes later this blue iron box had passed towards the east. Train waiter peddling rice wrap, not forgetting I ordered a pack of mixed rice.

Yes..

Mixed rice that is wrapped in the nape of a goat with its cempe satay topping. I bought it two packs, 'cause I saw your mama hasn't eaten since. There is only one wish that I have ever expressed in all my prayers and desires. I want your mother to be strong, my friend..

The aroma of angi oil or balm strikes in this nose. All of a sudden..

"Have you seen the magic?", the middle-aged man approached me with his right hand holding a glass of tea in a plastic cup. With all that, he asked me again.

"Sampeyan (you) is one of the places where he pours out his most profound disappointment. Sampeyan must always be strong, do not let the aura of sampeyan shrink" he said again

And..

Oh my god, the strangest I am.  A lot of people I didn't know came to me and gave me warning after warning. Am I going through something very..

I don't want to guess what I haven't been through. Even I was afraid of imagining things that I didn't think would happen. For your sake, Steve, my friend..

I opened the mixed rice packet. I'm going through it without having to think about something that hasn't happened. But still many shadows that cross my brain, a shadow that seems to force me to say yesaa... Yes, I understand all of this.

I feel like I understand and know whatever it is even though it hasn't happened yet. Am I being that understanding? No way, it's just my imagination. A delusion that only scatters sorrow. How could I possibly be like this.

I'm just a doni, an ordinary metropolis youth. I only met a few people who had such advantages. How could I have so soon had the same abilities as them. Let me hold my hand in a beautiful way without suffering. I should be happy..

Bribe by seuapan I enjoyed while looking out the old window gradually became clearer because of the rays of the dawn.

Is beautiful..

Very beautiful view outside the window of this carriage, along this journey, dikertosonomu temple connect in your mojoagung. Until these eyes are unable to see the silhouette of the morning sun. And I also fell asleep in the arms and comfort of the loveseat of the carriage filled with memories.

Half-morning, it did not feel like this train arrived at the city's poor station.

"Doni. let's get down quickly", take your mama steve.

I also followed the steps of him who carries his backpack.

"At some point auntie, there was a friend of mine", I said pointing to a young woman.

I approached a girl in a white jacket, the girl sitting on the platform alone and leaning on her carrier.

"Petricia.", I said to him, smiling, seeing the shade and the face of the light emanating

"This is steven's mama", I continued.

"Meet me ida, steven's mother", continued aunt ida as she extended her hand.

"I'm petricia aunty. I used to be with doni and steve up to semeru", reply petricia while kissing aunt ida's hand.

At least I can't see these two women. I can't because I always see your shadow, Steve..

"Same aunt petricia here first yes, I want to find transportation and contact suko.", I asked the two women.

Step shuffled off to the pay phone next to the station counter and I took out my pocket book to get a suko number. I tried to pick up the phone and I tried to reach him..

Just twice I pressed the number button, I was suddenly startled..

Targeted by someone's clap on my shoulder..

"Woi mas.. are you ready? I'm ready to take you and her mother all over the place" said the young man in a black-gray suit.

I saw that he was standing next to me, a young man with a tall and stout stature and a smile on his face. Carriers rely on an axe, typical of a climber.

"Sukoo... How do you know I'll be here again?", I asked confused but happy.

"Of course, I already know what you're up against. I was ready and waiting for this day to come. And I understand if you will come here again. hahaha.", he said with typical Javanese hospitality.

I'm taking him to meet aunt ida. There's aunty ida kissing the back of your mama's hand, man..

"My name is suko aunt. I also participated in the group of aunt children when going up to semeru.", explained suko with his manners.

"Let's all the jeep shorthand. I have prepared our ride to ranupani.", explained suko to us.

As if you already know what you need, suko has prepared all the needs from the jeep ride, logistics and drinking water in mineral bottles. Even suko also bought him a pack of rice without having to ask how many people will go with him this time.

I was confused as well, what exactly is this child.. I knew we were three and four with him. Is this what people call the science of laduni? The science of knowing everything before it happens?

Aahs..

I don't mind that. But I always pray for our safety and for the people who have helped me all this time. Our journey began with a red jeep..

"Hopefully your trip is a pleasure, boss.. If my chauffeur is uncomfortable, please be rebuked" said the jeep driver.

"Oohh. Yes my name is Amen. Just call me cak amin or can be called riko sir. You see, I am the father of riko, my son. hahaha.", he said again while driving the red jeep.

The real trip was fun. We passed through rows of multi-storey buildings with Dutch architecture, like an old city. We passed through several markets and rice fields full of memories.

We started to go through some climbs on the overlapping border. The border where the cities and forests. The winding road leads east, the road with its steep terrain. Not a few streets are broken because the cast road is stretched by rain water that spills into the road.

The cold air is getting colder indicating we have been at a decent height. Up in ngadas.a village above and is the border of malang district with lumajang regency. Mr. Amin stopped his car, he headed to one of the stalls on the right side of the road, and said.

"Sir toolognya twenty liters, the diesel is fifteen liters yo." said Mr. Amin who I heard from the top of the car.

What is irek? Is it some kind of homemade fuel, or what? I could not ask what it was to my driver who was very proficient with the road field to the ranu pani. There are four jerry cans full of fuel into this jeep bbm tank.

"Iraq cake this car. You see, if only using solar like to sulk aka strike. Hahaha. yes because our solar quality is ugly. hehehe.", he said while his jeep stater and continued our journey.

Again, what is irk? I didn't understand the term burnt-out at the time. All I wanted was to quickly get to the first post of your towering mahameru. Mahameru who has peeked at us from a magnificent distance with a white cloud covered.

Less than an hour we arrived at ranu pani with a cluster of green lake water. Kulrikik there is a bamboo raft with anglers on it. I approached the raft only to get rid of the fatigue caused by this journey of grief..

"Fishing sir.. Use feed (feed) what?", ask the angler.

"Recipes.", the answer is short.

What recipe is that? What is a fish feed recipe, is the recipe a brand?

I took the fish and kissed. It turns out that fish pellets are called recipes. Laughing themselves with the term fish feed only, they call it a recipe. Like a doctor's prescription, I said in my heart with a smile.

I left the angler heading upstairs again. To the first post semeru only made of wooden huts..

"I've already paid the cost of his contribution" said suko.

It turned out that suko suda paid and took care of the simulation, and that term I only understood now. Simaksi this miserable journey. Data has been retrieved, all check lists have been approved by the officer there. We were accompanied by two rangers.

"We said bismillah for all the graces and blessings of salvation from the misti of the great prince.", said suko offering a prayer.

The adventure to remember this poignancy we began..

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