DEATH PASSAGE

Chapter 9 Slimin and Kelar

A white mist began to envelop the place where they had spent the night. Start the activity. Bring the big bag that's in the cart. Find the most flat ground to set up a tent. Although everything looks flat but not all places can be set up a tent. Lots of small holes with water. Until making Kelar must choose the most Corner location. In his absence the bag, sticking out a wide black cloth. With skill the hand knit, nail, tie and stick. The black tent was finished. Just need to put blankets and pillows then it is really ready to be made into a bedroom.

“Finally jamasai” says Kelar. He looked at the tent with a glance. To bring himself to the old memories that now appear in the mind. A little boy was shaking wood. Smiling with joy. This little boy was playing making a small tent for himself. But it always fails, and it collapses. Until the little boy was helped by someone who had a smile so warm. The memory made Kelar stunned. He rubbed his eyes.

The black tent is ready. Get away from there. Stepping, approaching the direction of the wagon where their belongings were stored. Blood stains on the ground. Freezing like candy. He ignored all that was on the ground.

The man in the hat continued the footsteps that almost stopped. Focus on what he wants to take. It was a black box. No one knows what it contains other than Kelar himself. Even for Jack and Slimin alone never touched even asked what the contents inside there were. Everyone in there kept a little secret that only they knew. Likewise with Kelar who still has not seen the real face of Jack. And Slimin who is always chatty, always feels himself has a high value.

Upon arriving, his hand grabbed the black chest. “Sorry to make you wait” he told a crate. The ones sitting on their sides in the horse-drawn carriage they were riding. Accompany a long journey without speaking. Then he grabbed the box by hand. Suddenly, far across the train. His eyes faintly saw a shadow from the descending mist. It looks like people are standing. A group of shadows who knows who. Silence and look to pay attention to every move that is done. “Who's there?” he said it out loud.

Glow staring. Squinting his eyes to make his vision sharper. I doubt there is anyone else among them. “That knowing this place is just us and them, there can't be anyone else who knows this location. If any outsider knows this place, it means that there is a traitor among them” said Kelar who walked slowly towards the shadow. But there is no answer at all. Silence, only the wind roared. The closer it is, the more the wind blows. The fog started to thicken. His heart rate up and down drove like a horse's run. Kellar too, felt his thighs, took out a small berlati tucked there. Close-up. Getting close. His hand moved, throwing the dagger into the shadow he saw.

The dagger flew in the air. Tightened to the shadows behind the fog. Kelar took a step forward, until he could see clearly, it was a tree that had withered. “Haa” he let go of deep breath. “Who planted the log here, useless” he said. Really not expected. Kelar must feel alert to the wooden stems that have withered and died. He returned to the horse-drawn carriage. Taking the black coffin was indeed his goal.

The man who was walking towards the tent saw a slave. Carrying a buffalo that has no legs and a large log. “What he did” asked himself.

While Slimin moved a pile of dry wood from the forest with Pigoun. “Pigoun this, this, also ini” he said the origin pointed alone. Even the last tree was not dead. Just fell and still green leaves. And Pigoun just nodded.

“All right soldiers, let's go back to headquarters” said Slimin who is styled like a war commander.

Slimin widens smile. Really enjoyed the firewood hunt. Even though before the smile happened, he had debated Jack about the task. “I didn't expect cutting a tree to be this tall” said again.

Some trees fell. Even roomy like a wild incision. Slimin enjoyed where he could use his whip to destroy things. Look at what he did with Pigoun. Blasting the forest with joy. It's like playing in an amusement park.

Before the fog covered the view. Slimin asked Pigoun to take the wooden trunk away first. But he still wanted to dance there alone. “Heh” said the stunned Slimin. Right on a tree standing in front of Slimin. The blood red stain was there. Moisten some of the pohoh skin. “Blood, Heh” said a smiling Slimin. He also looked around. His eyes began to look.

“Wood, wood, wood” said the repeated Pigoun. Until that voice was not heard by Slimin anymore.

Slimin began to be vigilant, his right hand began to move towards the waist. Ready to pull out the weapons he always used to fight. A hard golden whip. “I know you're still here, come out. Don't be a coward” he said. He looked carefully at every tree there. Every leaf that falls and every speck of earthy dew. Until he was there too long. Making the mountain fog completely blinded his eyes. “Well, it looks like he's gone” said Slimin who looked unhappy. Slimin left the forest.

Although Slimin actually does not know whether there are people or not there. He was just pretending to be cool to challenge anyone present.  Pretending to deceive his blind self to believe that he is indeed a strong man.

After not hearing any answer “Basic coward, just run y'all” he said with confidence. He also stepped away from there. After a few steps, he stopped. “Don't-don't he'll stab me from behind” Slimin said. He thought someone would be lurking. And attacked when he was caught off guard “Disana rupa” whip also flew. Split the tree in two. “Cih, blurred apparently he” said Slimin again. whereas what he hit it was a dry leaf slab that fell. Slimin stepped away from

that forest.

But what escaped Slimin's sight was the eyes that lurked them from behind the foggy forest. Although Slimin is less sensitive to something. But he could also feel a bad feeling coming soon.