My Fancy Beloved

Continue up to the top of the mountain

After resting to replenish power, Chandra and his team began to resume their journey. The road they were going through was getting more steep and very draining.

They choose to relax and not rush to get to the top of Sumatra. Because the terrain they passed through was so difficult and there were so many roots.

Unexpected and not in the guts, so cool they walk and focus on their steps. Suddenly it rained, not too hard. However, make the road slippery. Don't ask them what their pants and shoes look like. It's like wallowing in brackish mud.

''Awww... '' screeched Alya while holding her forehead. Just now he sucked a tree that was indeed his position on the road they went through.

''Careful, Al. The road is slippery and you have to look forward too.'' Exclaimed Lia whose position was in front of Alya.

''Yes,'' Alya replied briefly.

Behind Alya is Chandra. Chandra who heard Alya's screech immediately looked at Alya worriedly.

''You are nothing, Alya?'' ask Chandra worried.

Alya did not want to answer the question from Chandra. He chose to continue his steps. Do not answer, nor look he did.

Now, they are passing through a track that is commonly called the rat road. The path that more tree roots that they have to pass through by pulling each other in order to get to the top. Alya is struggling to climb roots. While Lia was at the top. Its body is small and slender, making it easy to hang on the roots as a handle.

''Slide a minute, Al. Let me go up first, I'll pull you up'' Chandra proposed.

Alya did not heed Chandra's words. He prefers to call Ilham whose position has been before the Lia.

''Ham, please!'' alya shouted as she extended her hand. Immediately Ilham helped Alya pull her arm and managed to climb up.

Then, Chandra and another friend who is behind Chandra. Finally, they arrived at shelter three. They're back to resting. Because it's afternoon. They re-establish tents to unwind, and stay overnight to resume their activities tomorrow morning.

To shorten the time, the author did not write many plays on the night they stayed. Maybe some other time it will be written. But, no promise. You already miss the same Pricil again in the village.

Summit Atack's

At exactly four in the morning, in the dark they began to resume their journey to reach the top immediately. With flashlights placed on the head as their lighting light.

''Al, you are behind. Come on you in front of me his way.'' Pinta Chandra as they begin to continue the goal.

''Yes, move aside'' said Alya.

''You why, anyway. Tumbenan jutek continued from yesterday'' asked Chandra.

''What is it!'' sahut Alya's.

Then, brands focus on their footsteps with great caution. The dark conditions made them unable to see the terrain clearly.

''Ohhh...'' Alya slipped and dug back. Luckily Chandra was right behind him and immediately swiftly held Alya's body.

''Hupp'' Chandra held Alya's body weight by reflex.

The flashlight on each of their heads clashed against each other shining into the eyeballs of the two simultaneously. They exchanged glances in a short time, and both of them immediately closed their eyes due to the glare.

Chandra raised his flashlight upward and closed Alya's flashlight with his palm next.

''Well, nothing. Thanks, Alya straightened her body. His heart was visceral while in Chandra's arms supporting his body.

After that, they stepped back. The others look far away.

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At about half-six in the morning, they arrived at Yudha's monument.

Yudha Monument must have been known by those who have climbed Mount Kerinci. The name of the monument may also have been heard by climbers who have not had the opportunity to climb the foot on the roof of Sumatra. What or who is Yudha?

Yudha Monument turned out to be a monument with a plaque made in memory of a young climber who disappeared in the middle of the journey. In the monument plaque it says ‘The place of separation of our brother YUDHA SENTIKA, June 23, 1990.'

The story, at that time Yudha Sentika was only 17 years old was a student of nature activists who separated from his friends when descending from the peak Kerinci at that time, thick fog enveloped their journey in this area. Yudha disappeared, his body was not found until now.

Chandra and his entourage took the time to pray for a moment at the monument. After that, they continued their climb.

It took them about thirty minutes to reach the top of Indrapura. They want to see the beauty of Sunri**se from this Sumatra roof.

Breath full of relief from those who climb sounds so melodious and full of admiration. They do not forget to capture their moment at the top of the mountain.

''Wahhh, ''' exclaimed Alya who had just opened the lid of her nose. If the author calls it a mask.

''Finally, we arrived here, ''' said Chandra.

Their tired faces and bodies paid off already when they saw the beauty of the seven lakes from the top of Mount Kerinci.

Very beautiful scenery and supportive weather make the place very interesting for the eyes of the climbers to enjoy.

''Alya, take a photo of me.'' Pinta Lia handed her phone.

''Ok! we replace yes, Lia'' said Alya and started aiming at the object.

After a few poses, now it is Alya's turn to take pictures. Alya started to stretch out her hands and smiled broadly. He enjoyed its beauty. The pose was taken several times by Lia, and also Chandra who was not asked to also photograph Alya.

After eight o'clock in the morning, they began to get ready to descend from the top of the mountain.

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Hello guys, thank you very much. I'm sorry if there's a mistake or words that don't match what I wrote. The author has never climbed to the top of the mountain. Only ever climbed yam tree, jengkol tree, cempedak tree and fruit tree. Fruits such as star fruit, guava and orange trees. Honestly, really! Know that you've never been anywhere.

Oh, yes, while waiting for me up the next chapter, I want a recommendation for a novel by my friend. The story is very interesting and funny. Guaranteed to make you baper, emotion, laugh and sad mixed like Salad with sauce peanut. Most of the stories are author. Sorry, a little vent. Let's relax my mind.

Do not forget to stop by, kiss for those of you who are always faithful to read this piece of my spare change.