The man looked away, staring into the eyes of his daughter NANAP. The eyes of many years of trying he recognized, but there is always a mist that covered. The eyes were clear. The eyes were clear. There is a bright morning sun began to rise division, in it. But just briefly, very briefly, before clot mist fell, lowering of the hills, thick blocking glow.
Then the world like a split. Plywood top and bottom layers. Plywood top, the world behind the fog, the only secret, silence, a place that for some reason in his head just lay night and the stars. While the bottom tier, he refer to himself and his friends, the hunters, together burst dogs and barking, running around chasing wild boar that mendudu, hit a bush or shrub or whatever, terhosoh-hosoh fear.
But, in fact, the bottom layer is also not simply a light. There are plenty of niches, valleys, and lakuak (their language to refer to the small valleys between the hills undukan) which when adopted will cupped dedaun and roots thick, obscuring light seeped vines, making their eyes as if blind, unable to recognize or see a thing what, gave direction only on instinct or krosak Gerung steps and their barking dogs. And, actually, also, in the layer below, rather than nothing of what he called a secret.
Amid the dark recesses, dark or obscure lakuak valley, could have stretched the world suddenly bright. World that all the leaf is a flower and all the flowers are light. The trees were twisted, intertwined stems, forming a dome and pillars. That's where the throne, jihin natural and supernatural creature, the world's people Bunian. But when you meet people Bunian, they should not mention anything. Because if you talk, anyone would be carried away, captive, live forever in the world people Bunian.
***
World behind the mist, the world they the hunters, and the world people are Bunian her own world. All three have walked in space and time respectively. Even for ninik mamak, elders of his people, each of a different nature is said Samo manjago (each case). And as a descendant of the cultivators who are no strangers to the forest, the world jihin and supernatural creature, in fact, certainly too ordinary for him. Different from his friends, other hunters, who mostly come from small towns in the vicinity.
His friends, can also be spelled out, hunt more because of joy. In their heads there was no term pest pig except laughter, gaiety. Their dogs, are very different from dogs, the dogs are clean, handsome, and well maintained. Dogs, as well as their masters, in his eyes sometimes feels odd. It was as obvious: they are not part of this nature. Not part of this forest. And, if so, would not actually his friends are not part of the bottom layer, where he also was, one of the three worlds?
But in fact, not only between himself and friends hunter of small towns around it just looked different. Between him and other friends who are also cultivators and the same pig hunting for reasons of pests were sometimes do not like thinking. But that's the way they are. Between one tribe to another tribe is not always the same. Even one tribe, but other places can be different. They call, another other bottom fish. Whether it's confidence either abstinence, whether it be advice for some restrictions. About the Bunian that example.
All believers, if they do not meet people Bunian can talk. But there will be a hunter, his friends from other tribes, who came with restrictions. Precepts that also will not the same. Some abstain from carrying any equipment berbuhul rattan, there should not be lying in between two Munggu. There was a return home if they see an animal with a certain behavior, there is a prohibited intercourse with his wife on Friday night before the hunt. And he was happy (or relieved?) Do not accept any restrictions from the elders of his people except to keep what they call sumangaik.
When he divides the world into three, three sections describe the body's also the elders of his people. There remains, something that is clearly visible, there is the spirit that animates the body. The third, like the spirit of the invisible but real similar bodies whose relations with the world, that sumangaik. Someone went crazy or move to another world, like world of the Bunian, sumangaik they are actually lost or carried away. Someone harmed using black magic, tasapo (their language to describe people who disturbed spirits), dipelet or used to, in fact, they are taken sumangaik pulled away from their bodies. With confidence so, always, he never hesitated to enter the forest. Just as well that day.
Actually, today was a sunny morning. All the signs of nature he is very familiar, since the night until early morning, afternoon show the next day would be brilliant. Cold nights, like grated ice air, and earth like merembeskan water from the soil pores. He knows, that's the moment where the pigs long stick, dived in to the warmth of the nest, and rushed out so dawn ahead. Time is short, the immediate term, when the fog lifted and the sun dew dilibas suddenly, the pigs will remain at the crossing. That's a good time. They call bakutiko: the pigs still roam as they arrive right in the forest.
Rarely they can choose the game. But the day really special. There were four pigs that they look at the crossing, and they chose a fat, female, big, a young mother, for they led to the valley. When the pork has led and into the path that they want, the dogs were their release. And so the dogs immediately rushed, hunt. And, like the dog, they had come running through a short cut following the hunting dogs. That was the most cheerful, most tense, and most excited in the hunt. Because each of them, besides cheering, will also shout, preach all what they see to the other hunters who besiege and take the shortest way from the other direction.
"Hoooiii, he leads the lakuuuaakk!"
"Her hips torn Puncooo Si!"
"Shortcut from the Mount Buraaaii!"
Punco is the name of their dog. And apparently the dog had managed to injure the pig and the pig ran into lakuak. Hill Burai is undukan some small hills in the forest. If they do not want to lose track because of the many lakuak, indeed, they have to surmount the hill. Before the pigs reach it, they have to confront first.
And, that's when all of a sudden shade. Suddenly the dark. Out of nowhere, like a blob fog from nowhere. Do not fog? When the weather is so bright! All sound, all sound, well so silent. There was no screaming, boisterous cheers of his friends. There was no barking, hondoh-posoh their dogs. He was, suddenly, was also felt as his own. Whereas before he was sure there were some friends followed him. Is it because of the dark?
He called, but there was no answer from his friends. He shouted, but the reply only echo his own voice quiet. Did his friends have chosen another shortcut? Relying on instinct, he thought the forward step directions to the Mount of Burai. Either one hundred meters, whether two hundred yards, when suddenly the back light. As quickly disappeared, as soon as it is also back lit. It took several seconds for him to recognize around, before then feel foreign. World around him, how beautiful. Large trees arched like a dome. Twisted roots, build, such as curtains berbaku-gyre. In between it all, surrounded merumbul dedaun interest. Some bud sticking out, looking up, like a glistening light.
Wonder how long she was stunned. When conscious, his chest rippled: world people Bunian?
Consciousness is actually not complete, not perfect, when he heard indistinct sound: the moan?
And, did not take long to find. Not far away, behind a tree that was curved, a figure tersender into a rock. And how she was shocked. A woman! Young women. Moan. Groaned. As wounded. Clapped his hands next to hips, the other side holds the roots hold the body so as not to fall. Indeed, the stone behind the gaping abyss.
He had not done anything, another figure moving, crawled out of the bushes. And how he was more surprised. Baby! A baby!
He will be stepping, rushing about to help when his eyes were directed to bekap hands of the woman. Wounds that! Scratch that! Punco torn hip pig! Back he realized. Beware the self. Sumangaik.
Wonder how long she could not speak. Just looked at the woman moaning for help and the figure of a baby crawling toward him. Suddenly, the faint, but more and more obvious, he heard a voice: the joy-joy, hondoh-posoh, bark bark. From the height where he was, he could see them: his friends, along with the dogs that burst, hunt, chasing a pig who appears to have hurt.
Soon he realized. Something is wrong.
When he raced, the woman has been sagging. Her hands no longer hold on to the root and the body was rolled over, slid into the abyss.
Long she froze. His chest shortness of breath quickened. Below, sedepa at his feet, the baby looked up at him with those eyes. Those eyes. The eyes of many years-until teen-she tried to recognize, but there is always a mist that covered.
***
"Are there any people Bunian it, Daddy?"
The man like a wake, blinked, drawing stares from the eyes of his daughter. The eyes were clear. The eyes were clear. Holding sigh, the transfer of view. Behold now all changed. Burai hill like no longer exists, replaced by undukan-undukan private land; trees plays were a regular and orderly and villas here and there.
Three of the world, and three parts of the body, where is now located? If only he was a foreigner, one whose blood was not spilled on this land, he was confident all would pass in forgetting. There would be no place, even though the place was the biggest regret of his life. He told all to her daughter. Hunting, friends, dogs, pigs, and especially the people Bunian. But he could never tell you about a young mother was hurt, moaning, groaning, which he let the dead leave their children.
"Daddy?"
At first glance, he again looked into the eyes of his daughter. But the fog, the three worlds that, like a swift refused, he pushed back to reality: all that lay before him. Undukan-undukan it, regular trees, the villas, Bukit Burai changed. Also pictured their fields, the fields surrounding people and his nation, which has long moved to the valley. People Bunian it, still there? Really wanted him to answer: No. But, quietly, his mouth said, "Still."
Then the world like a split. Plywood top and bottom layers. Plywood top, the world behind the fog, the only secret, silence, a place that for some reason in his head just lay night and the stars. While the bottom tier, he refer to himself and his friends, the hunters, together burst dogs and barking, running around chasing wild boar that mendudu, hit a bush or shrub or whatever, terhosoh-hosoh fear.
But, in fact, the bottom layer is also not simply a light. There are plenty of niches, valleys, and lakuak (their language to refer to the small valleys between the hills undukan) which when adopted will cupped dedaun and roots thick, obscuring light seeped vines, making their eyes as if blind, unable to recognize or see a thing what, gave direction only on instinct or krosak Gerung steps and their barking dogs. And, actually, also, in the layer below, rather than nothing of what he called a secret.
Amid the dark recesses, dark or obscure lakuak valley, could have stretched the world suddenly bright. World that all the leaf is a flower and all the flowers are light. The trees were twisted, intertwined stems, forming a dome and pillars. That's where the throne, jihin natural and supernatural creature, the world's people Bunian. But when you meet people Bunian, they should not mention anything. Because if you talk, anyone would be carried away, captive, live forever in the world people Bunian.
***
World behind the mist, the world they the hunters, and the world people are Bunian her own world. All three have walked in space and time respectively. Even for ninik mamak, elders of his people, each of a different nature is said Samo manjago (each case). And as a descendant of the cultivators who are no strangers to the forest, the world jihin and supernatural creature, in fact, certainly too ordinary for him. Different from his friends, other hunters, who mostly come from small towns in the vicinity.
His friends, can also be spelled out, hunt more because of joy. In their heads there was no term pest pig except laughter, gaiety. Their dogs, are very different from dogs, the dogs are clean, handsome, and well maintained. Dogs, as well as their masters, in his eyes sometimes feels odd. It was as obvious: they are not part of this nature. Not part of this forest. And, if so, would not actually his friends are not part of the bottom layer, where he also was, one of the three worlds?
But in fact, not only between himself and friends hunter of small towns around it just looked different. Between him and other friends who are also cultivators and the same pig hunting for reasons of pests were sometimes do not like thinking. But that's the way they are. Between one tribe to another tribe is not always the same. Even one tribe, but other places can be different. They call, another other bottom fish. Whether it's confidence either abstinence, whether it be advice for some restrictions. About the Bunian that example.
All believers, if they do not meet people Bunian can talk. But there will be a hunter, his friends from other tribes, who came with restrictions. Precepts that also will not the same. Some abstain from carrying any equipment berbuhul rattan, there should not be lying in between two Munggu. There was a return home if they see an animal with a certain behavior, there is a prohibited intercourse with his wife on Friday night before the hunt. And he was happy (or relieved?) Do not accept any restrictions from the elders of his people except to keep what they call sumangaik.
When he divides the world into three, three sections describe the body's also the elders of his people. There remains, something that is clearly visible, there is the spirit that animates the body. The third, like the spirit of the invisible but real similar bodies whose relations with the world, that sumangaik. Someone went crazy or move to another world, like world of the Bunian, sumangaik they are actually lost or carried away. Someone harmed using black magic, tasapo (their language to describe people who disturbed spirits), dipelet or used to, in fact, they are taken sumangaik pulled away from their bodies. With confidence so, always, he never hesitated to enter the forest. Just as well that day.
Actually, today was a sunny morning. All the signs of nature he is very familiar, since the night until early morning, afternoon show the next day would be brilliant. Cold nights, like grated ice air, and earth like merembeskan water from the soil pores. He knows, that's the moment where the pigs long stick, dived in to the warmth of the nest, and rushed out so dawn ahead. Time is short, the immediate term, when the fog lifted and the sun dew dilibas suddenly, the pigs will remain at the crossing. That's a good time. They call bakutiko: the pigs still roam as they arrive right in the forest.
Rarely they can choose the game. But the day really special. There were four pigs that they look at the crossing, and they chose a fat, female, big, a young mother, for they led to the valley. When the pork has led and into the path that they want, the dogs were their release. And so the dogs immediately rushed, hunt. And, like the dog, they had come running through a short cut following the hunting dogs. That was the most cheerful, most tense, and most excited in the hunt. Because each of them, besides cheering, will also shout, preach all what they see to the other hunters who besiege and take the shortest way from the other direction.
"Hoooiii, he leads the lakuuuaakk!"
"Her hips torn Puncooo Si!"
"Shortcut from the Mount Buraaaii!"
Punco is the name of their dog. And apparently the dog had managed to injure the pig and the pig ran into lakuak. Hill Burai is undukan some small hills in the forest. If they do not want to lose track because of the many lakuak, indeed, they have to surmount the hill. Before the pigs reach it, they have to confront first.
And, that's when all of a sudden shade. Suddenly the dark. Out of nowhere, like a blob fog from nowhere. Do not fog? When the weather is so bright! All sound, all sound, well so silent. There was no screaming, boisterous cheers of his friends. There was no barking, hondoh-posoh their dogs. He was, suddenly, was also felt as his own. Whereas before he was sure there were some friends followed him. Is it because of the dark?
He called, but there was no answer from his friends. He shouted, but the reply only echo his own voice quiet. Did his friends have chosen another shortcut? Relying on instinct, he thought the forward step directions to the Mount of Burai. Either one hundred meters, whether two hundred yards, when suddenly the back light. As quickly disappeared, as soon as it is also back lit. It took several seconds for him to recognize around, before then feel foreign. World around him, how beautiful. Large trees arched like a dome. Twisted roots, build, such as curtains berbaku-gyre. In between it all, surrounded merumbul dedaun interest. Some bud sticking out, looking up, like a glistening light.
Wonder how long she was stunned. When conscious, his chest rippled: world people Bunian?
Consciousness is actually not complete, not perfect, when he heard indistinct sound: the moan?
And, did not take long to find. Not far away, behind a tree that was curved, a figure tersender into a rock. And how she was shocked. A woman! Young women. Moan. Groaned. As wounded. Clapped his hands next to hips, the other side holds the roots hold the body so as not to fall. Indeed, the stone behind the gaping abyss.
He had not done anything, another figure moving, crawled out of the bushes. And how he was more surprised. Baby! A baby!
He will be stepping, rushing about to help when his eyes were directed to bekap hands of the woman. Wounds that! Scratch that! Punco torn hip pig! Back he realized. Beware the self. Sumangaik.
Wonder how long she could not speak. Just looked at the woman moaning for help and the figure of a baby crawling toward him. Suddenly, the faint, but more and more obvious, he heard a voice: the joy-joy, hondoh-posoh, bark bark. From the height where he was, he could see them: his friends, along with the dogs that burst, hunt, chasing a pig who appears to have hurt.
Soon he realized. Something is wrong.
When he raced, the woman has been sagging. Her hands no longer hold on to the root and the body was rolled over, slid into the abyss.
Long she froze. His chest shortness of breath quickened. Below, sedepa at his feet, the baby looked up at him with those eyes. Those eyes. The eyes of many years-until teen-she tried to recognize, but there is always a mist that covered.
***
"Are there any people Bunian it, Daddy?"
The man like a wake, blinked, drawing stares from the eyes of his daughter. The eyes were clear. The eyes were clear. Holding sigh, the transfer of view. Behold now all changed. Burai hill like no longer exists, replaced by undukan-undukan private land; trees plays were a regular and orderly and villas here and there.
Three of the world, and three parts of the body, where is now located? If only he was a foreigner, one whose blood was not spilled on this land, he was confident all would pass in forgetting. There would be no place, even though the place was the biggest regret of his life. He told all to her daughter. Hunting, friends, dogs, pigs, and especially the people Bunian. But he could never tell you about a young mother was hurt, moaning, groaning, which he let the dead leave their children.
"Daddy?"
At first glance, he again looked into the eyes of his daughter. But the fog, the three worlds that, like a swift refused, he pushed back to reality: all that lay before him. Undukan-undukan it, regular trees, the villas, Bukit Burai changed. Also pictured their fields, the fields surrounding people and his nation, which has long moved to the valley. People Bunian it, still there? Really wanted him to answer: No. But, quietly, his mouth said, "Still."
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