Horror Story
Steve's Diary - The Love of a Mother

I'm back steve..

Aku abot rasane, nanging iku wis garise Gusti..

Manungso isone mung ikhlas ati masio iku nggawe loro ati..

(Losing is hard, but it's God's word..

Humans can only be sincere despite making pain in the heart.).

"Steve.my best friend.I'm here again my friend.", said the words of the young man full of pity. Said the young man who was only a servant. The utterance of a piece of the human body, with doni as the name that wears it, may go further to palpate..

Groping horror..

The horror I wanted to forget..

Our..

We continue this journey, my friend. I know you're always following the jengkal step by step behind us. I know and understand your needs today, your needs for the presence of someone who loves, even loves you more than life in his own body.

Your mum..

She is your mother, my friend..

In his heavy steps I saw a burning spirit in his soul. The soul of a mother with all her sincerity and desire to find her lost baby. Yeah, you're steven. You're all your mama wants. You really hurt her so much, when your mama found out what really happened.

I really want to curse and pour out my frustration and anger right now. My friend. Are there still any human children who dare to insult you at this time? Only a foolish young man dared to humiliate himself. Not only was she hurt, but my mother. His mother must have felt pain too.. It hurts a lot more when it happens..

Now I have to do what, my friend, my stupid friend. Which makes your best friend have to lie for stupid behavior and short thinking, man..

"Doni, is there any other path besides this one. Maybe we take an unusual path, who knows steven got lost there", asked aunt ida to me.

How could he ask for another path, even though we are only a few kilos from the signpost or monument welcome to the semeru lane. But I tried to give an answer that could be understood by a mother who had never set foot on this mountain road.

"Sorry aunt, this is still one path to the kumbolo ranu post. There is no other path, only this one", I replied trying to explain.

Wush!! wusha!! whoosh!!!

The breath of wind cooled the mountains..

The cold breath of wind gently swept across my face..

"Sorry aunt is still far away, does auntie want to rest first?", asked petricia as if she knew what aunty ida felt.

Sure enough, with a nod of his head, he hinted to us that your mama really needs steve's rest. I cannot deny, as a mother who is not a climber veteran, the path is clearly very very heavy. Suddenly I felt a hot breath in my right ear..

And..

"Bags.!!", my curse shocked almost all groups at that time.

Only suko looked at me with a slight smile. How I did not curse, how I did not shout and recite the curse..

By my side, not far from where we were sitting, there were some demits who knew who they were. Demit with different forms. Not just one, but there are a few and one of them is you guys.

We're not just six at the moment, but more crowded now. When we left there was me, suko, petricia, aunt ida, pak jono and pak iwan as officers who participated in our entourage. But now I see there are dozens of demits following us.

Indeed, none of the demits who disturb or intend to harm us, but I am very disturbed by their existence. It turns out to be someone who "understands" not as good and as lucky as people say. I must now firmly hold my entrails that will overflow in vomit.

I can't spit out my bowels, I can't show this fear of mine, I can't whine even though the horror is always on my left and right.

"Maa.sorry, there's an ant in my jacket", I explained to cover up my horror.

"Just relax, I and Pak iwan are also usually shocked. Don't notice. Hahaha.", reply jono while laughing.

"Let's see them, ojo wedi (don't be afraid), there's not only you who can see them, we see them.. But his words are guarded yes if later shocked again", sir iwan reminded seriously.

Are these two officers able to see demits like me right now, or are they just calming me down?

"What the hell is he talking about, I don't understand ya.", asked petricia confused by what the officers' fathers were talking about.

While staring at aunt ida, I tried to calm down that there was nothing, just really shocked.

A quarter of an hour we rested, Mr. Iwan who was then the leader of our group, invited to continue the journey. Because it is not good if we take too long to rest and finally reach the kumbolo rannu.

We continue this journey..

But not without obstacles..

I again seemed to be prevented from going up there, this leg felt heavy even heavy just to step. This may even be my toughest climb.

Above me.. On top of my gun bag was a little boy coming along and sweetly sitting there, and I was holding the boy. I kept quiet so petricia and auntie ida wouldn't feel as scared as I did.

I keep my feet up that path, and occasionally down it. The burden I carry is getting heavier. How not to gain weight, now there are two small children sitting quietly as if enjoying the journey from the top of my carrier bag.

"Mas doni, the carrier I just bring here, keep walking mas." said suko as if she knew what I was feeling.

At that time suko also took my back bag, and pak jono directly held me on his shoulder.

"Take it easy, you must be strong" he said.

"Why doni, sprained leg huh? Until the rich do not have a strong way so.", asked aunt ida.

I'm throwing a smile at your mom, Steve. I try to keep smiling in my pain.

"Papa kok aunty.may be due to cramping alone. Keep walking no papa.", I reply.

With his long machete, pak iwan slashed dry foliage along our path. The path that is not as smooth as the sidewalk of the capital is indeed filled with forest reeds and dry leaves. Until the intersection of the road, until the hoarding of the bush fence, we still try to step trying to be strong and patient. The feeling of weight in my body did not decrease in the slightest, but instead increased and increased.

And..

Bruuk!!!

My body fell, no longer strong to support the burden of every disturbance on every side of my body. The demons seemed unwilling to continue this journey.

"OK.at this time, petricia mbak brought a bag of doni, a bag of suko mas and mbak petricia I brought. Pak jono and mas suko please help doni to keep walking" said pak iwan while taking a bag from suko.

And I still grimace in pain. A doni who used to be like a warrior if he climbed a mountain, now like a crippled withered above the height of the mountains. A doni seemed helpless to feel the burden on his body. I want to feel like I'm screaming.. But I'm still strengthening my resolve towards you, man. Like your mother's determination who really wants to find yourself up there.

"Fix the spirit of the doni mas, keep your feet.", said suko strengthen me.

It was a trip we usually took in a few hours, but it seemed like a very long trip for us. Sweat was pouring down from the two people who were on my left and right. Until then..

Bruuk!!!

The three of us fell down..

Falling because they can no longer continue the journey on the path to the kumbolo ranu.

"Iki wes delay, suwe-suwe koyo asu.. Motherfucker in jarno.." (It's too much, bastard too if left alone), said pak iwan.

Only auntie ida and petricia are silent and confused and do not understand what is wrong with all this. Only these two women did not feel the oddity for the peculiarity we were facing.

"Already, now you doni mas hold back huh. We stay a little more and have to keep going", continued Mr. iwan.

Very unusual. I am a climber until I have to be carried by three men at once so that I can continue to move my legs. On the left side of Jono, on the right side there is suko who memapah my body. And in front of me I still lean this body onto Mr. Iwan.

Really heavy. This is already beyond my ability, maybe even beyond the limits of the three men who are beside and in front of me. With a stride, we arrived at the kumbolo post right after the sun was swallowed by the darkness of the night.

He laid this body beside his lips, rubbed my face and hair with cold water by petricia.

Stay on..

My body remains heavy, a weight that feels like it just keeps getting bigger..

Suko and Pak jono rushed to set up a tent. And I was still accompanied by Mr. Iwan who had been talking like saying a spell.

I feel paralyzed on my feet..

Not even these eyes..

These eyes shed tears..

Tears of sadness that I have felt before..

If it wasn't for your mama and our friendship, I would never have done this to all my friends. It hurts my heart and hurts my body so much because of all your stupidity.

Did not escape my sight petricia assisted aunt ida is making a fireplace in front of our tent. No words came out of their mouths, as if they had understood what was happening and were happening to me. The cooking of food and hot water from the gas stove that came from my backpack, served me stomach and other stuff.

"Eat first don. don't give up. Stay excited even if I don't know what's going on with you" said petricia, feeding me the food she had cooked.

Oh gripping night..

For whatever reason, I really enjoyed the moment..

I enjoy the destruction of my body, but I also enjoy the feeling. The feeling that is mixed between sadness and also the warmth that is presented by it. A woman named Petricia got her dark that night.

If there had been no demit meddling to bother me, it might have been the most beautiful and romantic night I've ever had in my life. I could only sit still when I was fed by the female angel. Bidadari..

Unable to this mind pronounce a beautiful feeling nan nelangsaku. Unknowingly I shed tears in front of the woman who continued to feed me with her tender hands and beautiful smile. I was fed by an angel who also shed tears at the end of his eyes..

"May you be the only woman who will bribe me. Thank you.", I said with a smile in my sorrow.

In my silence, this self will continue to fight to deliver your mama's best friend..

"Doni. if it is not able to, we better go home tomorrow. Aunty has found what aunty is looking for from steven don.", said aunt ida with her sad face.

Mr. Jono and pak iwan still sat beside the fireplace, occasionally sipping hot coffee and sebats with their fancy cigarettes. 234, while sipping hot coffee, that's all I remember and the fancy wrapping will be the yellow.

"Just calm aunt, doni still able to. Staying a little while aunty, is near really.", I replied with a smile strengthening aunt ida.

Not felt the grains of cotton snow fell, indicating the night rebuked all climbers to enter each tent. Mr. iwan and suko have me enter the tent.

Till...

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