Climbing Mount Slamet

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I heard the voices of each other calling my name. But I couldn't make a sound to answer it. All I could do was stare one by one at the rows of people who were swarming around me.

"Jenna, it's Mama." A woman holds my hand and calls herself Mama. I don't know what happened to me. Why did I suddenly not recognize them all. I just kept quiet and could only observe one by one. There's nothing I can say. Until I pointed to a table, and there were some glasses of water. Someone grabbed it and gave it to me.

"Silence, Mom. Jenna's mom is gonna get well. He just needs recovery." replied a man I don't know what his name was. Jenna's? is that my name? I remember it a little. I looked up when the man said my name.

"Is he in a daze?" someone whispered to the man standing next to him. The one asked just shrugged and shook his head.

"Aaaaakkkhhh.." I moaned. Groped my hand that was so painful and painful for some reason. I don't remember a thing. In my memory, I was sealed and tied to a rope by an Old Grandma. After that I ran away and kept running until my legs were hurt and swollen. I felt my feet. Looks red and blistered. On both arms of my hand there were even traces of reddened ties and made both my arms swell.

I was replaced by a woman who claimed to be Mama. The others did not know what was outside the room. I don't even know where I am right now.

"Pak Kromo's. Look, why is my son being like that?" I heard Mama chatting with a man named Mr. Kromo. Sometimes his eyes look at me, and sometimes even I'm pointed at. While Mr. Kromo just kept quiet and watched me from a distance.

I don't understand what's really going on. Even today I cannot remember them all. But in my heart, I miss the woman who called herself Mama. I wanted to run and embrace her. But I doubt, I'm afraid. The figure of the old woman who held me said, that my soul has been handed over as a fall. That means I am a prisoner of the devil. Who has destroyed me.

"Jenna, do you know me?" a man came and approached. His face was shady, but I don't remember it either. But seeing his face made me very sad. I don't know what that means.

"Jen, Tommy's gone. You don't look for him anymore, yeah." the guy told me what we used to do together. Anyone who is often with me, and what experiences we often do. It was seen that the man occasionally wiped his tears. But not with me. My mind is empty, even my eyes are empty. I heard everything he said, but I didn't know how to respond to his story. All I know is, a push in my heart forced me to remove the clear liquid from both my eyeballs. The hot liquid slowly melted and soaked both cheeks.