A Million Stories

I wait at the door of the Hereafter part 1 (Hororary Story)

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The morning was clear sky. White cloud clumps appear to be scattered forming a beautiful formation if viewed more carefully. But unlike yesterday, if the view is directed far to the north, the peak of Mount Slamet which is usually seen clearly, is now sunk by clouds.

A public transport tray Kalisari – Karang Tengah – Curug Cipendok moving north at medium speed. Public transportation was running smoothly without interruption because the main road to Curug Cipendok has been repaired.

A beautiful woman sits in the front seat close to the driver. His clean eyes occasionally stared out the window looking at whatever was being passed. Dara is wearing a long-sleeved checkered shirt with jeans. His hair was tied back like a ponytail. On his neck hung a digital camera. A backpack that looks bulging full of stuff is lying on his lap. Presumably the bag that has not fit it is still forced crammed into something to look so bulging.

“You to Curug Cipendok neng?” asked the driver next to the dog.

“Iya sir driver..” reply virgin friendly and full of spirit. “What is the location still far..?” the virgin extended her neck, staring far ahead as if looking for her destination.

“One skirt*k again neng.” said the driver while lighting the skirt*k Horse Poultice.

The dara nodded. Then look back out the window.

Dara sweet elegant barreling was named Goddess. An Unsoed student who was filling his college vacation by choosing to travel to a waterfall in Cilongok District named Curug Cipendok. Curug Cipendok was chosen because he had never been to that place, also on the recommendation of his friends.

“Only alone neng?” the mustache-looking driver opened his mouth again after first exhaling the smoke of his skirt*k far away. The public transport room is now practically filled with smoke skirt*k. Several other passengers in the back could be heard coughing.

“Deed sir driver, I just myself.” replied Dewi while covering her nose and mouth with her left hand was disturbed by the smoke of skirt*k that erupted in front of her face.

Half the journey has been passed by the dilapidated transport. Entering the Manggala border, before the transport turn left take Curug Cipendok line, some passengers in the back down. Apart from the Manggala T-junction the asphalt surface is arguably damaged. Big holes everywhere. Dewi screeched when the transportation repeatedly jolted because the transport wheel tires were too much to break the bad holes.

More than a stone throw left the Manggala T-junction, the contours of the road are now uphill extraordinary. Eve that was hot dusty stuffy now slowly cool. The view on the roadside began to change. Fresh natural nuances begin to feel.

Finally the transportation stopped in front of the entrance gate Wanawisata Curug Cipendok right last suction rok*k the driver. The short skirt*k was shown out the window. Seeing this the Goddess murmured inwardly. “Not saddened this cumbersome driver can be held his words.” remembered again the words of the driver when he asked how far more. “One rod skirt*k again neng.”.

This girl looked back. He was surprised, the benches that were filled with passengers were now empty leaping. He's just with the driver now. The driver who mafhum what was in the mind of the virgin hurriedly said. “Passengers in the back have descended on the last village earlier. As per my transportation route, I should have stopped at Grumbul Lebaksiu and returned again to the base. Unless neng charters me. But I feel sorry if I have to walk from the border, can-can be hymen first before reaching the entrance.”

“Ah, thank you very much driver sir.. Driver pack is not only honest but also kind!” The goddess grinned gleefully, as she grinned, the face of this girl was greatly sweetened by her teeth.

The goddess then came down. Paying a number of vehicle costs while repeatedly menjura menjura thank you. The driver turned the car around.

“Happy holiday neng...!” he said as it passed. A funny grin does not miss slung on his face that is slum.

“One more time thank you driver..!!” shouted the Goddess while waving her hands.

The public transport glided down a steep descending road to then vanished at a bend.

Cipendok Curug Tour entrance gate can be said to be different from other gates in general. The roof of this gate resembles the roof of a typical Javanese pendopo. This gate stood on a widened path. In the middle there is a ticket office counter that divides the road into two lines.

The goddess stepped her feet towards the counter. A sixties old man immediately greeted him with a friendly smile.

The goddess smiles back and nods her head. “My dad needs one ticket.”

Before long Dewi bought a ticket at the counter. Before continuing the journey he took the time to ask: “From here to curug how far father?”

“Ndak far very kok Mbak, from here to the parking lot of a kilometer. From the parking location to the waterfall is only five hundred meters Mbak.” explained the father of the ticket.

Goddesses gasp. Got to drive another kilo? It bathes the virgin.

Seeing the reaction of the virgin in front of him, the friendly-faced ticket keeper calmed down. “Ndon't worry tired Ma'am. The scenery along the way I guarantee make time not felt..”.

After encouraging himself the Goddess finally moved towards the north.

It was not wrong what the ticket officer said. The view along the way was quite eye-opening. Shady trees lined the roadside greet every step of the Goddess. Although it takes a little sweat to get to the parking area, Dewi does not regret. This place and all its beauty forgot the tiredness he felt.

Finally arrived Dewi in the parking area Wanawisata Curug Cipendok. It was the holiday season, and there were plenty of vehicles parked there. Switch from a neatly arranged row of vehicles because maybe the manager fielded a parking attendant to arrange it Dewi found the road is now in the form of rocks.

No less than sepenanakan rice along the stone steps, Dewi met several food stalls. The one kilometer road and the blazing sun that was almost at its highest point made the Goddess' throat feel very dry. Before continuing the journey, Dewi intends to wet the esophagus. His eyes were fixed on a stall that was deserted, that was where this girl stepped.

Dewi chose an empty seat while ordering food to the stall owner. Two old men in the corner of the stall who had been chatting while eating mendoan for a moment stopped to see the arrival of the virgin. The two just looked at it for a while then continued the chatter that had stopped. These two men were over sixty, judging from the skin on some parts of his saggy face forming folds. Their faces are just as dull a sign of frequent exposure to sunlight and vehicle fumes. Each of them wore a vest, one orange one yellow. Behind the vest it says: PARKING

Unlike ordinary days that are impossible to find parking, when the holiday season visitors vehicles are quite booming. Therefore, the Tourism Object Manager assigns two parking officers to maintain the order of the vehicle.

“True Lardi, news that I was absorbed, one ghost from one family of victims of the barbaric shooting that appeared again around the waterfall?” said the man in the orange vest. Name's Sirdin.

“Day Din, I haven't proven myself. But the news circulating in the community is so.” Chalked up to a guy named Lardi.

The stalls visited by the Goddess are small. The conversation of the two men could not help but rest in the ears of the girl.

“It is heartbreaking to remember again the savage murder two years ago.” said Lardi while chewing mendoan. “ I don't know what sin Djarot Pangestu did until he and his family were shot so much.”

Sirdin. The coffee in front of him opened his mouth. ”True, as far as we know as the citizens of Karang Tengah, the deceased is a good person. Do not have a cross dispute with anyone let alone enemies.”.

“If the catastrophe did not happen to him, surely the village of Karang Tengah could be better under his leadership.” said Lardi anyway.

“Ah talk about the leader of our village now, a man named Samkosim rancid it is not worthy to be the Head of the Village! What changes have you tried to make so far…? Our village is getting dilapidated! Some of the social infrastructure development that he kicked off at the beginning, abandoned strike. I became inexhaustible thinking, why he was appointed as the Village Chief after clearly losing a landslide from Djarot Pangestu.”.

“It seems there is something odd about the appointment of Samkosim. I suspect there is one secret behind his appointment, we know he was very ambitious to occupy the position first. Political money cunningly he did in secret. But Gusti Allah is fair. Everything that is evil can be nothing but loss. You know the news after he lost the vote to Djarot first?” Lardi asked the comrade in front of him in a lowered voice. “He's known stress! Anyone in front of him was about to be killed. But let everything that has passed long need not be thought about again.”

The goddess sipped her drink quickly without taking any notice with the chatter of the two serious-looking parking attendants. The roar of the waterfall that was almost a hundred meters high was incinerating in his ears. The goddess rushed to pay for the drink after previously snatching the bag she had placed beside the chair and finally scattering to the north.

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