HORROR OF MOUNTAIN CLIMBERS
DUE TO THROWING AWAY ARBITRARY SANITARY PAD PART12

I almost fainted when something suddenly passed by me. From the left I walked with the limped hunchback figure of an old woman. I could hardly believe my eyes, it was the old mother of Cibunar. Did he go up this far to catch up with me?

The old mother stepped slowly with her legs dragged. His hands were holding wooden sticks to help the road. He just passed by without looking at me. He gently touched the person's shoulder which was still growling and seemed to ask him to calm down. That person who was a moment ago seemed to turn wild slowly back like before. His growls are no longer heard. Slowly he retreated towards me.

From my right, walking past me, a grandfather in all white clothes. His head was wrapped around a turban that was also white. This grandfather also touched the person's shoulder gently. This time the person even directly kissed the grandfather's hand solemnly. Nyi Linggi seemed to drift a short distance from the ground. His pale face seemed to be getting pale. His eyes were moving wildly. A voice sounded angry.

".... You're..... "

The old mother looked at Nyi Linggi, then calmly looked around. The white grandfather was now standing beside the old mother. His white robe seemed to be moving slowly in the wind that suddenly blew slowly. "High." Said the gentle white Grandfather, "what is this High... "

Without opening his mouth Nyi Linggi shouted furiously, "don't interfere! It's none of your business!" His eyes bulged, but he moved back slowly, "These children must die! " I shivered hearing it. The threat was aimed at me and Ayu. His eyes were cold towards me.

"Whoever kills a man is the same as killing all men... " The white grandfather said softly while twirling the prayer beads in his hand.

Once again Nyi Linggi's cold voice boomed, "Whoever kills a man, not because that man has done any damage to the earth, it is as if he has killed all men. And whoever keeps the life of a man, it is as if he has preserved all human life."

Nyi Linggi laughed in horror and followed by a whisper, "Al-maidah, verse thirty-twoaa... " Slowly his pale white finger lifted up and pointed right at me, "this child has done mischief." His whisper was slow, but his voice was clear, "death is a must."

I was shivering with fear. While Nyi Linggi was laughing even louder and continuously chanted one word: die..... Die..... Die..... The two old men I heard repeating the istighfar while incessantly twisting the prayer beads.

"Human is wrong. Forgiveness will make you more noble. Forgive the error of Linggi." Grandpa spoke slowly. "Don't interfere!" Snapped Nyi Linggi again. His hand suddenly pointed towards the darkness where Kalong wewe had been hanging from earlier.

My eyes widened, suddenly Kalong wewe's face was in front of me. His right hand quickly strangled the person's neck while his tongue licked my face. I screamed in horror at the maggots in his mouth.

As quickly as it appeared, it was as fast as it was lost. Sabetan tasbih old mom just hit empty space. Kalong wewe was gone accompanied by a giggling sound that blurred in the darkness. The man coughed violently while holding his neck which now looked blackened. While my body was shaking uncontrollably.

Voices whispering from all directions rained down on my ears with the words: Die.. Die.. Die. Die.... The closer I closed my ears, the clearer the voices became. I screamed hysterically trying to get those voices out of my head. The man roughly pulled my hand that tightly shut my ears while yelling, "Istighfar! God's Inget! You're a Muslim, aren't you?!!"

My eyes were staring at that person. My mouth reflexively repeats istighfar. The voices in my head are getting louder. I smacked my head in a panic hoping that the voice would soon disappear. The guy yelled at me again, "istighfar!"

My voice shivered softly, "Astaghfirullah.. Astarghfirullah's.. "

"Harder!!"

"Astaghfirullah!! Apaghfirullah!!"

That person slapped my cheek tightly while shouting, "HARDER!!!"

"ASAGHFIRAT!!!! LAHAULA WALLA QUWWATA ILLA BILLAHIL ALIYYIL CUSTOMIM!!!! " I screamed while crying. My chest goes up and down, my breathing is irregular.

The man gently touched my shoulder. She smiles. "There is no power and effort except by the power of Allah, the most exalted." My tears are flowing I can't handle. My lips are shaking slowly. In isakku, Istighfar speaks reflexively. My whole body trembled violently. But the voices are gone. The man slapped my cheek slowly. His smile was insulting, "Bas... "

The white grandfather took a step closer to Nyi Linggi who was now hovering several meters in front of him "Let go of this child. Go High, "The soft voice of the grandfather was slow but it sounded authoritative. His hands were unceasingly twisting the prayer beads. Nyi Linggi tilted his head looking at the grandfather sharply, as if he had not heard. He smiled and continuously said flatly: Die.. Matii.. Die...

I squeezed my ears again when I suddenly heard a deafening shrill sound. The disgusting figure of Kalong wewe stood motionless right in front of the old mother. His hands were full of ulcers and sharp nails hanging in the air. In front of him with his eyes closed, the old mother seemed to mutter without a sound. The sooner the old mother turned her prayer beads, the more the creature screamed the louder.

When the old mother finally opened her eyes, accompanied by a scream of pain the creature burned to ashes. Nyi Linggi looked at the incident silently. Anger was seen from his trembling hands. His murkana aura exploded in silence. Slowly his lips that had been closed were now slowly opening. A sentence he said next instantly made the white grandfather wary.

"....Life pays for life..."