HUDDLES

Mount Nyadran

The sun has come out of his country. Shines on houses, gardens, forests, rice fields, streets, which feel moist, wet and cold. The morning was still hanging on the leaves.

The cracks that cannot be illuminated by sunlight remain cold and dark. Become a nest of mosquitoes, nest of animals, nest of darkness, nest of mystery to the den of cysticism.

Places that can not be touched by sunlight one of them is a bamboo tree grove in the area of ngelangangan. The bamboo tree stands firmly on the slopes above which stands Mount Raga Kusuma.

Sunlight falling to the earth provides warmth to humans. As if removing the traces of creepy events experienced by Ratih, Anggi, Vito and Roni. At least, this morning managed to make them breathe with relief, breathe for a moment, take a short rest from the gripping night terrors. They had made it through that night, which actually stored thousands of terror for the sake of terror. But do not know this morning, this afternoon or at night again. Whether they will pass through it with sweat, fear, sadness or even more than that.

At about 07.00 am, one by one the villagers of Silurah came to the area. Mothers held a flat on her hips and Fathers carried a syringe on her shoulders.

Mom wears jarit and kebaya. While the Fathers wear black pants and Batik.

They flocked through the main road of Silurah village on foot, the asphalt road that began to peel in the middle, on the edge, making gravel scattered. The road became hollow. But still worth looking at.

On the side of the road looks clean, weeds do not spread to meet the edge of the road. The grasses had been slashed by the citizens a few days ago.the bamboo tree groves waved, moved, swished dancing first before Ronggeng came to dance.

In an instant, the villagers of Silurah had filled the area. The shawl they brought from the house, was placed under it. The dish contains an ambeng consisting of rice printed using a bowl, and there are side dishes such as noodles, oseng oseng, fried foods, eggs in it.

They called it ambeng, the ambeng they brought was then given to the Fathers who were in charge of managing the nyadran mountain Tradition. Later the ambeng-ambeng is collected into one. And then distributed back to the people.

From the top of the galeng, it appears that the other Fathers are in charge of boiling goat meat, are doing their duty. The flames had heated up the large cauldron and frying pan. The cauldron and the skillet are placed on a stone that has been laid out before. Goats have been slaughtered since this morning, Goats are slaughtered in that place.

Under the galengan, there are brownish-red earth steps. The land still looks new, inside there is a goat's head and goat's blood buried around the place. Residents around believe it is for the offerings of the delicate creatures that guard the area. So that people are not disturbed. So that the villagers of Silurah survive the dangers that lurk.

The fathers who were above the galengan occasionally wiped his sweat that poured. They keep the fire, so it doesn't go out. So that the goat meat will soon be cooked. Smoke billowed out of the cauldron and the big skillet.

Street fishery, lined with a complete set of gamelan with ready anchors. Later will accompany Ronggeng dancing.

The offerings have been placed in various places. Under the antab tree, large stones, clustered with bamboo trees, entered the village of Silurah and around the area.

Then there is also frankincense that is burned, besides there are red onions and red chili peppers planted in the ground. A plume of frankincense smoke, united with the erosion of the area.

The main road is called a dive, which uses banana leaves as the base. On top there are all seven types of food that are all covered in black.including chicken ireng, sego ireng, Ireng porridge, ireng peel, Ireng spit, golong ireng, golong ireng, buju ireng. the food will be eaten after a prayer.

A short-bodied, thick-moustached father advanced into the middle of the crowd. He is the head of Silurah village, who will lead the prayer together.

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Meanwhile, Mr. Surip did not join the residents following the mountain Nyadran Tradition in the area of miserliness. Mr. Surip and Roni had departed from the morning on a search.

They have been pacing back and forth looking around the area, in the forests, Mount Raga Kusuma. But I haven't found them yet.

Roni and Mr. Surip had not been touched by the rice at all from morning. Stricken with extreme anxiety over the loss of Roni's friends. They are resting the body that runs out of energy, sweat seems to pour soaking the face and body. His breath was breathless, For it had descended the up and down slope.

Dugs…

When they were resting their bodies, from behind came something falling. Mr. Surip and Roni looked at each other, then Roni went and looked for what had fallen. His eyes tried to glance at the rather large tree, its roots running like an antab tree but not large.

Roni stepped slowly towards the tree. His heart was pounding, followed by sweat still dripping. He was quite surprised, with a figure that turned out to be the one guarding Ratih, who was standing behind the tree. The black figure pointed towards the bottom. Roni knew what to do. Following the direction of the creature, it seems to know the existence of Ratih at this time.

Before that, Roni turned around and approached Mr. Surip to tell him to go home. He already knows where Ratih is, Mr. Surip does not need to come. Mr. Surip nodded slowly, Mr. Surip said to Roni, that he would walk through the path that would later reach the Silurah village cemetery, who knew he would find Anggi and Vito there.

Roni nodded in agreement, then immediately followed the creature down the sloping path. Sometimes Roni is shown figures that make his heart want to be dislodged.

This place he felt his aura deeply. This forest held many mysteries, which made him shudder many times. The winding path, around it overgrown with bamboo trees are very dense, so that in it a bit dark, sunlight is not able to penetrate this place.