Jamu Gendong - Young Widow Gebetan Brondong

Chapters 2. Still Lives?

Suddenly Lingga's body shuddered in horror when he imagined that what he saw was one of the bodies of one of the climbers who fell from a steep cliff and eventually came under the waterfall. Not just a fairy tale or a figment. In this area is often found the bodies of climbers who usually get lost and try to follow the river flow to meet with the homes of residents. But when getting lost in the mountain following the flow of water is actually one of the mistakes. By following the flow of the river actually will deliver to a steep cliff until in the end they slip, fall and finally meet them with the end of their lives.

In addition to the story of the climbers, not a few also found the bodies of the poachers who roamed in this forest. Tigers beetles, deer, eagles and even Javan tigers are often their targets. Without them knowing the true animals should not be hunted to remain one of the biodiversity in a beloved land rich in flora and fauna.

The phallus chose to end the bathing ritual that he did. He who had previously soaked, now got up and began to pull over. Hurry up, he put his clothes back on even though he was still in a wet state and hurriedly left this place.

"Please .. help me... Help me...."

Just a few steps Lingga swinging legs, his conscience as a human being slightly disturbed. No matter where the whisper came from, suddenly his ears buzzed like blowing the voice of someone who was asking for help. The voice sounded so subtle yet so clear within his sense of hearing. Instantly Lingga stopped his footsteps and slightly turned his body.

Strange, very strange. The human figure on the bank of the river under the waterfall still did not move at all, but somehow Lingga felt that it was the figure who was asking for help whose voice was heard in the ears.

"Oh my God, what should I do? That person seems to be dead yet why do I feel like he is still alive? Or maybe it was one of those stolen creatures that resembled a human?"

"Please ... please .... Help me...."

Again, the soft voice was increasingly heard clearly in the ears of Lingga. With great difficulty, Lingga tried to walk along the river bank filled with stones this time to immediately reach the human figure who was in the prone position. Until at last, Linga arrived near the human figure.

Again the Linga is made flabbergasted by the state of this human figure. The figure of a man who was even in a state of unconsciousness but out of nowhere the voice for help came. Although there was an ambush fear, but Lingga still ventured to help this man. The phallus rested the windpipe he had brought beside the boulder and slowly, it slashed the distance created by bringing his body closer to this man's body. Both eyeballs Lingga slightly widened when seeing the back of this man is still up and down as a sign that he is a human figure is still alive.

"It turns out he's alive. I must hurry to help him!"

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