Horror Story
Steve Diary - Goodbye, Friends

Your body is lifeless..

Your eyes are implying excruciating pain..

Your hands clasped like a desire you never had or could not..

Even your mouth.The mouth still stuck out the tongue you used to feel the pleasure of soto yesterday..

"That's it. It's all his destiny. Destiny of your friend. Now let's put it down..",

suko told us, said suko who saw us full of tears.

"Don't we have to wait for the evacuation officer first, so we don't get in trouble?",

ask my faculty friend

Something I didn't dare to do turned out to be ejected from Suko's mouth..

"Just take a picture with your codak, later we can use the photo as a witness when we get below. Since there's no way we can take him, we should bury him right here, pity your friends if we have to..", 

suko's advice advocated all of that.

"Can't we evacuate and take it to the post downstairs, man?",

I asked Suko and his friends.

"If he dies in a natural accident, we must bring him to the. But if it's like this, don't you feel sorry for him. dying by hanging",

suko tried to convince us.

"It's important we put it down first",

petricia continued with her cries.

Even in the afternoon as if showing off his anxiety. Unable to this heart, unable to this hand.

I'm sorry, man..

His body was lowered by his friends, friends in our complaints. Only me and Petricia can only see and see the process of removing your body.

"Wes.. Have you taken the picture? Now we must immediately bury him together..", 

suko.

A hiccup was still heard from Petricia's lips. I know and understand what's in there.

He, Petricia got the experience of the worst possible in his life when he first set foot on the highest roof of Java, first to walk the mahadewa line, the mahameru line..

We buried our friend. We buried under the trunk of that tree, the evergreen tree that will always, always protect you in his arms, my friend..

The afternoon after we did the burial, we immediately went down to Ranukumbolo to later set up a tent there. It was a fairly short trip we went through. In less than two hours we arrived in Ranukumbolo.

We set up tents, made fireplaces, cooked all our supplies. All with profound spices of sorrow. 

"Calm down, we'll have to speak truthfully when downstairs, to the guard post officer about what happened above", 

suko said to come up to me while offering her kretek cigarette. 

"Don't.don't man, I don't want my friend's name to be a disgrace to her and her family", 

answer me

"True, we should keep this a secret from the public. Not good for us mountain climbers and volunteers", either", 

said one of my friends from Bandung. 

Indeed, only we know of this incident, the event that we witnessed as a dream in kalimati. I, Petricia and two friends from my faculty, two volunteers from Bandung, Suko and three friends from the University of Malang. 

I heard the clanking of guitars from across the tent. The clang that breaks the silence of the night, the night that only silence becomes the friend, the friend of every man without wishful thinking.

One by one we broke his body. Provides an opportunity for his body to relax all the tensed veins and insanity. I am the only one who wakes up at night, not imagining a star without light.

"Mas Doni, I want to rest first. Don't stay away from us..", 

petricia Pinta

"Yes, if you can get some sleep too, rest", 

suko said sounding worried about me.

"I know, guys, you're worried. But calm down, I can still control myself really.thank you..", 

answer's short.

The night was shrouded in thick fog..

All of a sudden..I saw my best friend Steven crawling out of the bush..

Scared. I'm half dead I saw him..

Is he Steve..

But what about his face?

A broken face is like being gnawed by a coyote..

His mouth stuck out his tongue that did not look red anymore..

His luria..

The always dripping liquid..

Even his nose let out a pitch-green snot..

What's with your smell..

What's with you..

Just stop!! Don't you go on!! Your nature is different from mine and my friends. Leaving now.

said Suko suddenly beside me and awakened me.

"Ke.. Why is he alive? Or I don't.", though..",

I said stammering at steve or anything that resembled him.

"Not a mas, he's not your friend. We call it awe-awer. A forest demite who seeks to attract attention and will later mislead his victims",

suko said as if understanding everything. 

The night changed in the morning..

The sun does not hesitate to drive away the dark fog.Warm start to present the beauty of all as far as the eye can see.

"Look. Quickly we clean the tent, clean the former fireplace. I want to go home..",

pinta and whine Petricia.

She, Petricia is a strong and shady woman. There was not the slightest bit of resentment and pain in him..

"Spirited man, let's go home now",

I said to all of them.

I'm trying hard today. Trying to plan a confession about my best friend Steve's condition. Full confession of lies. I didn't let my eyes look back. I didn't let my memory back down. I was determined to find answers without the truth.

Four hours we're down. For some reason, for a long time, when we use our fastest road. As fast as ants find the sugar. At the end of our journey, at the gate of Semeru, Suko once again spoke meaningfully.

"As long as my life is one day, I will always mean something to you and to me. I will give without hurt, I will lift you up without harm. I'll turn into whatever you want. As long as one, you're happy", you're", 

suko said with her tears.

We all embrace. Give each other warmth, give each other strength, and keep each other a secret under the stems of towering plants.Thank you friends. Without you, I would not be this strong in the face of painful loss.

In post 1 ranupani, we immediately reported to our friend who was missing, lost direction. The question of what and why as a whole cause and

Stay on..

We say..

"Our friends are gone.."

Officers assisted the surrounding community to find and search for the whereabouts of my friend named Steven. We spent two days there, still worried and anxious. Fear our stupidity and lies are exposed.

"You guys suggest you go back to your home region. If there is any news, we will tell you. And please tell your friend's parents that their child is still on the search..", 

the postman said.

Mbah Dipo looked anxious when he met us, and he whispered to me,

"Wis no persingatno yo koncomu iku.", the..",

whispered

"Sorry Mbah, I don't understand Java", 

my reply.

"Now you are bali (home). Let us take care of your friends.." 

mbah Dipo said again.

Managing what? What will be taken care of? My question that can not be answered from her who knows the ins and outs of this mountain. 

Half afternoon we continued to the jeep base to hurry to leave ranupani towards the unfortunate station. 

That journey..

I tried to hold my tears..

Far away I saw clearly, in that sandy land, I saw my friend Steve, waving his hand at me, the wave that signified my separation with him..

Hand-welding when it's time..

"Have you seen him? Just let him down, let him calm down",

said Suko who was sitting next to me.

"He whispered to me, when the time came, he promised to make his father rest and kneel to him. On him the moxa in Mahameru..", 

added Suko.

"Do you know man, is he happy or sad at the moment?", 

my many.

"I can't answer, because I'm not God. I can't see everything, or I can't say anything that's never been done", 

terang Suko's.

All of our conversations were as if nothing had happened to us.

Till..

SERIATE...