Horror Story
Steve's Diary - A Plan 2

***"Hai\, can you join us?"\, ***

suddenly asked a girl in a red jacket. 

Female.. Another woman approached us. What will this woman do? Why is he here himself? Where's friend? Where's entourage?

"Can..",

Answer's short.

***"Include\, my name is Petricia\, I'm from semarang"\, ***

he said while throwing a smile at us.

Quickly like the java alab, the Doni snatched and shook the hand of petricia.

***"I'm Doni\, this is my friend Steve and the four are para. ah they are not important you know.. hahhaahaha"\, ***

doni said as if he didn't want to get a rival from us. 

I also momentarily forgot my problem and laughed because of my friend's cuteness. 

***"Ok\, we're up yuk. Dark hunt.."\, ***

said my bandmate.

Four men ahead followed by doni in fifth position, Petricia and I in the final row. There was no taste at that time, just a wave of dry leaves that occasionally swept my face that I covered with a mask. I think and smell a woman in front of me, either because of her body odor or her perfume that makes me feel happy.

Fragrant.Scent when we walk behind women. Mountain conqueror women, women with a million energy, and only women with steel determination. Behind her beautiful body is an amazing muscle.

O climber woman, you were created with a million advantages, advantages that not all humans understand, only lucky humans can have you in love. I scratched this pen ink to praise him, to praise all his body and soul..

My diary..

You are my silent witness,

Witnesses to my admiration,

It'll be all my girls, though,

"Why did you just diem from earlier woi. don't want to talk about what kind of angel in front of you that?",

joking Doni to me.

What I am so afraid of is opening a conversation with a woman, a woman with a body fragrance, a woman with a stiff shoulder, a woman with a sweet smile.

***"Emm. yes\, indeed think who mas\,\, rich daritadi do not like it the same I"\, ***

petricia.

"Ahh. anu, I again anu kok. ouch why the hell, oh my god just anu-anu this my mouth..",

I answered intentionally to make them laugh.

"Don't groggy man, relax ajalah..",

my friend added the front of me to add to our laughter.

***"Ngga kok mbak\, a cool cave.."\, ***

answer again. 

I purposely made them laugh, I did not want my anxiety to be implied and felt to my friends. Let myself feel, feel as a human being. 

I do not know where and where my journey, even the spots I do not remember, I do not remember and I do not take care of in this diary. I just walk and walk so that I can get on my way quickly. The journey of a poet, the journey of a devotee of love, the journey of the peak that will be felt. 

The twilight was in front of us. A little far, a little close. I saw a reddish glint from the surface of the ranu. The solar reflection in the hearts of the gods. It was wonderful back then for the plan I thought..

***"The street bung. We're hunting dark if you're rich in snails. Friends are far ahead of you.."\, ***

shout Doni.

If you feel the weight on my shoulders, I'm sure you'll crawl like a very exhausted snail.

***"Ok man\, just calm down. The cave cook lost to Petricia.."\, ***

I reply while teasing the woman in front of me.

I was beside Ranukumbolo the lake of the gods. We set up a tent, cooking from Doni's sophisticated stove. As well as myself who still incised pen ink in this diary. Chalking out verse by verse, array by array, will be sorrow and plan I consider noble. Every step of our way, I capture in the love poem of a lone poet. 

***"Steve can come here? I'm asking you to really zip my jacket, dong.."\, ***

ask the woman to me.

Suppose my woman who is far away like this, always spoiled for me, always asked for my help, I would definitely be the happiest man in the world. But my woman there, just saw me all my property, from the glitter of my car paint, from the misting of my clothes, and also the misting of my wallet. Dissolved in my wishful thinking..

"Hey. cepet dong. Even that's a bengong", though",

he said to me again. 

***"Ok. Caves can't actually be\, just caves.."\, ***

say

***"Why? Please open aja\, people can't open\, just don't have to peres his brain.hehe.."\, ***

he said with a smile.

I approached the woman, I grabbed her jacket collar, I forced the zipper to open, open without showing the beauty inside. Shaking felt, this hand that once tek open, open forcefully from the breastplate, the chest of the angel who was out of nowhere.

And..

I can only smile, feel happy because it is considered a man who is really a man. If only I could choose, I would choose a female climber to complete my life.

***Steve's diary only got there, no more records, just that far.

***However I can tell you what we did in Ranukumbolo and beyond..

Even I saw that Steve had forgotten all the burdens of his life.

Feeling sad..

Suppose the earth is no longer round, if the clouds are no longer colored, even if the ocean no longer shows waves, still all will still describe sadness..

***"Let's eat the dude\, let's not be thin it's your body that's puffed up.."\, ***

I said to Steve

Nodding head..

Yes.just a nod of the head with that dungunya model was given to me. All I give is to make you happy, my friend. All I'm giving you is to know there's a doni next to you.

After eating we chatted.

Talking about the future, the future after we traveled the world of lectures and the world with all its arrogance.

My cutbray pants have been soaked by the dew of Mahameru, the dew grains have turned into snow like crystals that have descended from heaven.

***"You're not cold, man? That's no sebats if you want"\, ***

my spoken.

I actually knew Steve didn't smoke, because I drove him to check up at the radiology unit at a hospital near my college.

But who knew he would suck it, it might take away the pain in his chest. I just wanted to make her happy, because that was all I could do for her, my best friend with great sorrow..

Morning gives good memories to us.Dawning light looks split in the hemisphere..This was my first time in Ranukumbolo in the morning..

So lovely..

***"Let's continue the trip bung\, it's pretty close like"\, ***

take Steve

I had never ridden, but I realized that the peak was far away, and far away. Then why did he say close to me?

I cleaned up our trash, I put it in my trash bag, I tidied up all my gear and we went on our way again.

The road to Cemoro Kandang.

Yang.Yaa. who has the climbs of his love and passed Oro-oro Ombo. I who remain in the middle, move my feet while looking ahead. There was a small cry in the back..

***"Bung\, don't look back\, you don't have a partner.hehehe.."\, ***

steve's voice is like yesterday.

***"Ok bung\, cave won't go back. Abstinence also makes you not to look back too. hahaha.."\, ***

I answered while insinuating Steve.

Our journey went through without many obstacles. Only babbling and quibbles that we throw to expel the feeling of aching are put on the shoulders.

About less than an hour we passed the climbs of love and the savannah filled with weeds. The shrub tree spoils our eyes, because indeed in that month beautiful flowers are presented from the plant.

"Woiii. lest you get scratched or you eat the flower, it can be finished!",

shouted our friend who was at the front. 

***"What plant does mas\ contain, how strange can it be?"\, ***

ask Petricia

***"You don't know yet? The Verbena Brasilliensis mbak"\, ***

replied our leader from the front.

We chose the lower path when it was in Cemoro Cage, with its Verbena flower beauty. The pain and aches began to be felt in my feet. But all has paid half with the beauty of the flower that he said deadly.

During the day we began to find tall trees with long road tracks..

"Surface..!!"

Laugh if I remember that word, because it was not as famous as now or now the word will not be famous if it is not predicted by my son or even grandson now.

Cemoro Kandang very fascinated me about every stake and the height of the forest umbrella.

***"Si Steve where don't you look?'\, ***

ask my entourage leader.

Surprised I wasn't playing, even petricia couldn't help but be surprised.

"I felt that behind me was Steve"

said confusion.

Is lost..

My friend, my best friend has gone nowhere. And not only my confused, confused millions confused all my friends who are here together looking for Steve's whereabouts. Is there no awkwardness? Surely there are still many irregularities that I have to reveal from every scratch of the diary book ink.

Ready it? Is this me, my friend? Still I try to look, open each sheet of this diary. When and why this book is on me, my friend. I will and will continue to write in my pen ink, my friend..

***"Where? Where is she mas?"\, ***

petricia asked adding to the panic of the five of us.

***"Quiet... I'll find a way for you to meet Steve"\, ***

say someone who surprises us.

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