The Existence is story about self journey within he/herself. The seeking of something until find nothing. It story based on Javanese surrounding. It appear from religion of the community which alternate from years to years until they mix each other...
Tonight is the hard night for Kusuma. She is in the middle of forest at midnight. She just scream to herself carrying her heavy bag. She can't breathe normally. The low air pressure force her to breathe wisely.
"I need to conquer my fear, there is nothing exist except myself" she whisper to herself. She pushes her leg to continue walking until she sees a tiny square land in the corner of the way. It seems enough for her to make a dome tonight.
She set down her bag along with her body lay above it for a while. She can see the star in a little light although tree brachs impair it. Some bats flying somehow make the scene wonderfull. She imagine to draw it in her screen laptop next she come down. Then she remember her goal that she want to run away from her world down there.
She is a woman with age almost thirthy one years old. The age where a woman reaches their psicological stability, but for her it just seems like the beginning. All she felt in the age around it was so freak, her emotional cross out, cross down. She wants to forget it. The socieaty, the circumstance, and the environtment she was living. She wants to leave it all. The place she wants to calm herselft is there, at the top of this mountain.
There are many shelters usually being used by mountainer but besides it there are some places to meditate. She wants to go there. She has brought all prepared stuff for a whole month.
Many people do that. It is common for people to stay there not for mountainering but for some belief that the supranatural power is believed stays there.
She is not someone who believes it. She just needs a friend to talk. A friend that she created herself. That friend told her that she will get some valuable there. She has climbed this mountain twice, she finds that this mountain feels like home. Happiness comes cross to her heart when thinking about it. She wants home.
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