Horror Story
Steve Diary - Goodbye Steve

Solar light erodes and warms the snow over the grass strands. The cotton snow is melting on the roof of our parachute tent..

Just..

Warm, as warm as petricia's smile that morning

Nothing compares to the beauty of a female sonata in my television dikotaku, however.. Far and far more beautiful women climbers on any summit you are. In silence I smiled at her who had been carrying my backpack, at her who had sincerely bribed me. Never a doni felt his chest pop like this..

"It's morning don. we go out first yu, so you can clean up." said petricia meaningfully.

"Yes, could you please call suko. I still can't move my legs" I replied asking.

Yes..

He must, and always will, be my heart. She has to fight to be the mother of my children. Ahhh.. May the Lord answer my request in the cues of dawn in the beautiful kumbolo rannu.

I was carried out of the tent by the suko, occasionally glancing and smiling at me..

"Wahh. I think someone fell, but fell in love" said suko teasing me.

I can't reply to the tease, just a mouth that's locked tightly because of shame but will. Only a smile can I answer the temptation of my friend suko, the poor student.

Sit themselves beside the fireplace that only leaves charcoal and coal that is still heating up. I tried to warm myself up with the rays of light that morning, as I tried to remember what I had to do under these circumstances.

And I remember one thing..

"Mas doni..is there something we should do? How come I feel there's something you have to do." said pak jono as he placed a stainless cup full of coffee on my lap.

Yeah, I remember now..

"Can you please get me the package in my backpack, the white package", I said.

I took the package and opened it..

It turned out beyond my guess..

There are a few packs of incense inside..

"What is this incense?', I asked in confusion.

"That's mount kawi mas incense. It's common to be here, where do you get it from?', replied Mr. iwan.

"Anu. anu sir, I am a brother from Jakarta. He said it can be used if there is something that makes it difficult for me", I explained to Mr. iwan.

At once also pak iwan took one incense seed and burned the incense while..

"Bapak biyung naliko your son piratan pitulung angkang sejatine jabang bayine doni.. Waras.. sane soko kersane gusti maha almighty.", pak iwa spruce similar sentences mantra.

The atmosphere was as if crowded, crowded with things that did not enter the reasoning. The scented bush of rising smoke made all the demons that were clinging tightly to my body, drift off somewhere. They seemed to be enjoying the puff of fragrant smoke.

I was surprised but also fascinated by the white smoke. I was amazed at the greatness of God that morning. How not to be amazed, watching the gathering of demits like the beauty of a butterfly flying into the blue sky. Scary but also very interesting to my eyes.

Gratitude..

That is all that can be said by man when he gets healing will be sick and heavy.

The crew..crew..!!

Handy talkie sir iwan..

There was information that told us that we had to wait at the kumbolo ranu..

Because it's..

Does not feel early in the morning while propagating the afternoon rays of the sun. What we never had time to think turned out to have been poured. He was on a journey full of suffering and suffering..

From a distance saw people walking as they approached us who had just been silent in daydreams.

"Hallo sir, this is me who was in contact with HT and asked you to wait here. This father forced us to deliver it to you" said a young officer to Pak iwan as his senior.

Who is the father who insisted on asking for the delivery?

The headgear of the orange jacket..

And..

"I'm sorry mama. forgive me.", said full of tears a man as he approached aunt ida.

I did not see happiness in the faces of each of them, only cries and cries that stifled the chest.

The tearful auntie Iida introduced her, introduced the man to all of us.

"It's heri, steven's papa. maybe doni and all of them have never met.", explained aunt ida full of haru with teary eyes.

The cry of sorrow was served on His great feet. The cry of two men who have cared for and loved you..

Not feel the morning mingled with the afternoon to his twilight. Bribes after mouthfuls of grief fill the recesses of the life of the human child..

"Have you talked? Let's continue this journey", take Mr. iwan for us to step back.

As a guard officer, Iwan must have been more and more understanding of what to do. And for sure, there will be no more horrors that we will feel. Yet.. Pay the millions of pieces of horror that will be presented to me, to the young doni who are far from feeling mighty.

Step by step we go through with love. The love of the gods accompanies above the feet of the swarga lokamu o mahameru the peak of the Javanese ruler.

On the ramp of love, in the savanna field, the path does not feel this hand holds gently the fingers of a virgin.

Yes.

I held him full of happiness. I hand-picked the sweet girl from the semarang, not because of what..

But so that I feel comfortable with the smile of an angel who always supports me even though he has not known me for long.

"You're better off don.. If his legs ache, you say yes", said the spoiled petricia typical of city virgins.

I just replied with a wordless smile. But I am sure that it has answered and exceeded anything implied in the chest..

"Weehhhh. No one is happy this is yes.", joked suko suddenly.

It was only Suko who always paid attention to us. Maybe because we were almost the same age, so he was more sensitive if there was a sense of falling in love from both of us.

"Ah. usual, man. Kaya never once. hehehe.", I reply while bowing shyly from petricia.

The journey that yesterday was painful, now is far from painful. This trip means so much to me. I found traces of my steps, which I would definitely pass through in my life until the end of my life.

You're..

You're petricia the town virgin..

I'll put my footprints on your life..

That's my promise..

I will fight for all your hopes..

That's my promise..

Until later my life will be together in your life full of feeling and longing with your love and affection..

"Have you got close?", asked heri to me.

Shocked for me. How not to be surprised at that time your papa asked where you lost friends..

"Still good om.. Why did you get here?', I asked heri.

I didn't get an answer from him. Only the smile I saw from his face was adorned with traces of tears.

The night has fallen over our heads..

And..

Arrived above us all..

We saw the blinding light of the eyes on that dark night..

Was it? Is the flashlight from the climbers who came down, but why is it so blinding.

"Prepare everyone.. Holding each other tanga, no one is released" said pak iwan as the leader of our group.

Justjust right..

It was as fast as lightning but slowed down as the light approached us. And we witnessed your guilt my best friend..

You're steve.

You're being carried away by dozens of people, dozens of people who are obviously not from the real world..

You met us in that white cloth..

"Mama. papa. This is all I can do so that you can reunite. Only this can give your love to each other.."..

"You doni my best friend, thank you for bringing my mom and dad here. Suko, I know you always pray for me even though I never got to know you. And you're petricia.I know you're a good woman to be next to my best friend.."..

"I'm steven, I've left this real world. I've been happy with all of you've prayed.."..

"Those of you whom I have never known, you who have given support to him who have brought up this dark story of mine. You are always strengthening the resolve of the youth. Youth writer of grief stories but without lara.."..

"Because this self does not feel solace anymore. Because this body now feels perfect, perfect under the feet of the swarga loka.."..

"Doni. You're my real friend, man.. You're everything to me, you're the key to my perfection.."..

"My last one, tell me everything you can tell me. Without having to say the lies you hate so much.."..

"Papa.do you know, my promise to papa at that time. I'll make papa rest at my feet. But I don't want you to rest, I want you to be my papa. Papa from my family. Papa who will always be there and love mama for the rest of his life.."..

"Good way everyone.I'm sorry. I know what I've done has unsettled you all. I'm sorry, I'm sorry Steven has all his promises. Promise where when the time comes I want to die in all my life.."

Steve told us all..

That light, that blinding light dimmed a long time ago along with the loss of your shadow, my friend..

Only darkness that blinds the eyes..

Just crying..

Just crying..

Only the cries of the people who were here I looked at..

"Let's continue this journey until kalimati. I've got an answer to everything I've thought about so far", take Mr. iwan while frowning his forehead.

Sentence again accompanied our journey, until we reached the post kalimati.

The cold air feels hard we can't stand. Dusty soil that is brownish white indicates this post far from the springs. Showing that only aridity can be served.

"Please don't let anyone out of the group. Please steve's father and mother always pray and let go of whatever has happened, and do not think of the assortment.", said pak jono while giving a cup of coffee to om heri.

"Yes sir.I am sad but I will try to let go of everything that has happened.", he said.

Morning expels snow dew..

The morning drives away the uninterrupted night in its darkness..

The sound of insects deafens the world..

The warm rays of the sun came unmatched..

"Ok. Now we go down. We see in the seminal source hopefully what we want to know will be answered" said pak iwan.

We descended the soil sites towards the seminal source. Just like I'm following suko to comb through your loss, man..

We finally got to..

Sturdy towering wooden stems without leaves..

Astounded..

I do not believe, my friend..

I cried I couldn't see it..

Up there your body is back hanging exactly as we found you..

I remember and realized, you we buried under that tree. Now.why are you hanging over it again, man..

The body is like yesterday I left it. Still exactly like before suko dropped you off, man..

There steve's still holding, I don't know what it is. I also could not see your father and mama were weak with a million sorrows..

Your hand is still holding it. What are you holding, man? Wha what??

Until the sweat splashed the cold wind peak of Java, you hold a photo of yourself along with your papa mama. You even hold a picture of your girl who has no pity and no mind at all..

Wh why?

Why my best friend??

Even at the end of your life you still love women****** that. A woman who loves only for material reasons and can only leave a wounded heart until the end of your life full of destitution..

You keep holding it even though we try to take it off..

"We bury this father along with his memories. Who knows this is his last greeting so that we can all appreciate the warmth of the family as in the photo.", pak iwan told om heri.

Your papa looks so shabby withered..

"Yes. please.", reply to heri briefly.

Carefully the officers climbed the wood and laid down your body, my friend..

"We bury it here", continued Mr. iwan.

Tande ida was shocked to see this, om heri was like being whipped with hellfire on her face. Until the two of them can not say anything, until both of them sit down in front of you in front of you as you once promised a friend.

Everything is like a dejavu to me. For Suko, petricia also drained the tears.

But the three of us saw something different from you, man. You're smiling, happy. It's as if you're happy to have seen your mom and dad together again.

"Let's get down.. May his spirit be received by God", invite sir iwan.

Our journey continues down the foot of the great mahameru. I can't afford to tell this sad story to me..

Finally. me, doni. I have been and no longer see the demons around me. I've become as normal as the old doni.

I, doni, am still in touch with heri and aunt ida who have gotten along and are inseparable again.

I, doni, who had finished my studies and asked the virgin Semarang to be the wife and mother of my children.

Dance in this life as a peacock dilates and twists its beautiful feathers.. But, remain human..

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