TRAPPED IN THE MAYIT VALLEY

CHAPTER 41. ROAMED

Their situation is the same as when we came here and greeted them, well but it could have been the activities of the people here if the morning and evening were just like this…

Novi and I were at the end of the bridge, close to the bamboo bar, the bamboo here was large and with a sound that was quite terrible when exposed to the wind.

The cold and foggy air in the forest part of our front forced us to leave this place immediately.

“Mas.. Novi kok scared ya here mas.. Turn yuk mas”

“Do not return first Nov.. who knows Gilank will soon come”

“Not only you are afraid Nov, I am also afraid, let alone see the foggy river in the carry, until the water does not look at all”

“If we leave here how about mas?”

“Where to go?... out of this beautiful valley you mean Nov?”

“Iya mas.. out of this village.. Novi think something is wrong here mas, but until now Novi did not know what was wrong it” said Novi with a vibrating voice maybe cold

“The forest...and the river below is mas, it feels terrible, like there is something there that frightens mas”.

“This is Nov, we go back to the house of Pak Dikan how, Gilank problem let him come here or not yes justin….

Finally I decided to go back to the house of Mr. Dikan, also surprised by this place, can be very foggy and terrible, even though it is still morning not yet noon.

And what I find strange, I have not met anyone who walks here... What residents here do not do outdoor activities? Or are they just inside the house in this cold state?

novi and I walked back to Dikan's house.We passed the first house, and there was a middle-aged woman in the yard smilingly looking at us…it was as if he was saying welcome for the second time.

We walked a bit quickly, and in the second house was still the same as before, there was a small child and an old woman who could be his mother, they also smiled horribly towards me and Novi.

Already only two houses that appear to have residents.The rest of the house does not show any occupants, only the doors and windows are open.

The houses here are actually not terrible, just because they are covered in fog, causing my mind to think strangely.

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“Thank you we haven't gone Wil…. So Gilank hasn't seen?” ask Broni

“Not Bron, near the bridge is cold and creepy, so Novi and I decided to come back here just”

“Iya mas Bron, besides Gilank mas already big, why millions we wait there cold.Still mending here, the cold is not separan on the edge of the bridge mas” said Novi.

“So you two come around the village ya” said Pak Dikan

“Iya sir, if our friend comes let him enter here alone pak”

We started from Dikan's house…

“This village is small children, and there should be nothing you can do here, but if you force, then I will take you around the village.

“As you know the end of this road is my house and the house you live in, the end of here is the forest and cliffs” pointed Dikan pack towards the back of the house full of trees and terrible fog.

“Now we go to the fork in the road there it”

We walked towards the village fork, then we turned to the right, because if it continues it will go to the bridge where Novi and I were waiting for Gilank.

After arriving at the junction, we headed to the right, the road on the right was wider than the previous road. The houses here are the same as others with a wide yard and a large tree.

“Pak, residents here why is no one out of the house sir?” ask Broni

“Cold mas.. The reason for this cold caused them to be reluctant to get out of the house.. But later on certain days they will go out and towards the market to buy their basic necessities” replied Pak Dikan

“Our work here is gardening, resident gardens here are not around here, our gardens are behind the slopes of the hills sana”

“We grow potatoes, potatoes from here are among the most popular in the market, because in addition to large size, it also tastes more savory and slightly sweet than potatoes from other places

We continued to walk until the houses became less and less frequent.. And finally we were in a field that was only overgrown with one or two trees.

This field is more similar to the badminton field.. Kali stone cut to the size of a hand grip and stacked mountains about two meters high.

 The central part of the place was so foggy that a mystical aura was very clearly visible.

“You do not try to get close to the stone.. The pile of stones is very respected residents here. let's walk again to the front, there is a kind of spring.”.

“Counted lake yes not because it is too small, said the pool is not, because it is too deep. we call it Sendang Ningrum”.

“Come I'll show you that.. “.

We walked around the place I called similar to the badminton court…

This path is very narrow and can only be passed by one person..

Not far away we were in a small lake, the lake was surrounded by forest trees.

I saw around the lake there were some offerings that had rotted.. There is also a small furnace that is usually used to burn incense.

“You do not once enter Sendang Ningrum, except with me” said Pak Dikan in a soft and emphasis voice.

No one answered, we were in each other's minds and confused what to say, suddenly I faintly smell the fragrance of flowers.