Horror Story
Mount Pulosari Part 1 - #13

I don't know why the Queen saved both of us. Unlike the other climbers who died very horribly. Uswah and I were fed until they were full, and now they have been given a way to go home. That's very strange.

The path we took continued to decline, not a single climber we met. The path is quiet, but Riki said people prefer to climb at night rather than during the day. I suspect that access to the mountain is closed.

Uswah stopped, he held his knees, looking very exhausted. From earlier we did run small to quickly arrive at the village residents. I think this trip is still far away, we have not even reached the banana plantation residents.

“Let the cave carry your bag,” I open the bag.

We go back on our way. This time, however, he did not run. I feel sorry for Uswah who seems unable to walk anymore. Not long after, we finally arrived at the residents' plantation. I saw a lot of pigs attacking the garden.

We don't want to take any chances and let the pig herd ruin the banana garden. Increasingly, I finally saw the glittering lights of the houses. We were both so happy that we shed tears. I didn't expect that I would be able to survive for days on this mountain.

Around 3 am, we finally arrived at the parking lot. I found there were still many motorcycles parked there, but strangely the post was quiet. There was not a single person standing guard there. Immediately I took my bike out of the parking lot and left the post.

When we arrived at the village border, we were intercepted by three tall thin men. I thought they were patrolling, but they weren't. They deliberately closed the access road, we were told to get off the bike.

“Call, yes?” ask one of them.

“Iya Sir, our friends are dead. Only we survived,” I said carefully.

“Your name is Tubagus?” ask again.

“Iya Sir, I am Tubagus Asrori.”

“And you are Queen?”

“Iya I am Queen Uswah Khasanah,” replied Uswah, her voice is raucous. He's already so exhausted.

They nod, I don't understand what that means.

“Can we go, Sir?” my many. I can't bear to see Uswah getting tired.

“Wait first. Come with us,” the man wearing the black peci pulled my hand.

“Where, Sir?”

“Against the elders of this village.”

“For what, Sir?” ask Uswah.

“Kaliah must be cleaned before going home. In the mountains many dedemits. We just want to help you guys,” the guy forced.

“We don't feel the need to clean sir. We have to go home now,” I reached back the motor key.

I saw one of them touch a machete tied to the waist.

“You don't worry. At the home of the elder there were three other climbers who survived. We have no evil intentions and just want to help you,” said the man then lit his clove cigarette.

We were taken to a stilt house, inside the house there were three climbers whose condition was chaotic. Their faces looked extremely exhausted, their jackets were full of mud stains, they were made up of two women and one man.

“Ah, there are still survivors. Please sit down.”

A thin-bodied grandfather was dry and his hair was all white, welcoming our arrival. There were no chairs in the living room, we sat on pandan mats.

“As I said earlier if you are the lucky ones to survive the mountain.”

I frowned while looking at the grandfather.

“Your name is Tubagus and Queen is the name of the descendants of the Sultanate of Banten. So dedemit wouldn't dare hurt you, but still you have to be cleansed. Fear there is a genie stuck in your body.”

The grandfather spoke while smiling kindly.

I nodded in understanding, it was appropriate when in the palace we were told to make a pilgrimage to Sultan Maulana Hasanuddin.

"We should be told to make a pilgrimage to Sultan Maulana Hasanuddin" I said.

"You are making magical pilgrimages. The actual tomb is in Banten, make occasional pilgrimages there" the grandfather said.

Furthermore, “Then Sultan Maulana Hasanuddin once lived in Mount Pulosari and managed to spread the teachings of Islam around the mountains.”

I never thought that the name Tubagus inserted in front of Asrori was a marker that I still have blood relations with the Banten sultanate. Quickly, the name Tubagus was always hereditary in my family. From my grandfather, father, and now my brothers and I have a name beginning Tubagus.

“I know all of you must have entered the kingdom of Jin Curug Putri. Before you go home, your body must be cleaned first. Fear there is a genie that is still attached.”

The grandfather told us to take alternating showers at his well. The well has been sprinkled with various flowers. I felt so fresh when the water touched my body.

After that, one by one we were recited a prayer. Everything seemed fine until the turn of Uswah was recited prayer. The hand of the grandfather touched the crown of Uswah, he groaned in pain, his hands flank, he raged.

“Tuh, there is still a genie in his body coming home,” said the grandfather while chuckling.

“You must not be of the same descent of the Sultan. Out!” snapped the grandpa.

Uswah is getting raging. He laughed and cried no.

“This is a child genie. If not issued usually interfere with sleep,” explained the grandfather.

Water sprayed into Uswah's face, he was lunglai and then fainted.

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