Cold Sweat: Malang Hospital Sect
Chapter 1
The clock shows the early morning at 02:00 WIB, only the sound of clockwork that squeaks from second to second and the sound of laptop desing. Our eyes were already red and only a cup of coffee had started to cool down next to the laptop that accompanied us. Our fingers kept moving to write down a word until weary came over. Introduce me is Govi , a student at one of the universities that he said is prominent in the city of Malang. Now I have stepped in the final semester which is “happy-joy” compose a great work aka thesis. Coincidentally our deadline trial is still “lama once” about 2 weeks away while his chapter is still struggling in chapter III , where the chapter is “ he said” people easiest. Oh yes, from earlier we mentioned our word. Yep very true, I partner (English ) with his name Adiatma. Adiatma was a friend of mine from the early semester who was always a funny, hyperactive and silly person, and that's why I chose to be my thesis partner. I myself am native from Malang and Adiatma itself is also native to Malang (read Malang coret aka Malang regency ).
The clock shows at 03:00 AM local time, our eyes are already very heavy, our hands are already sore, ' he said , and rotating fan in the room makes our back body rebel to lean on the beautiful beach kapuk aka Mattress. But when I started leaning on Mattress, accidentally this neck like looking towards the window of the room. Eyes like eager to stare at a mango tree that is no higher than the roof of the house but like blowing wind to my neck. Scratching my hair at 03:00 is not a fun thing.
Finally the sun greeted in the morning and the anxiety and goosebumps also disappeared. Day after day passed like the previous routine , waking up early and fussing with Adiatma until late at night but there is something that always makes my hunch strange is my view that is always glued outside the window when I see a mango tree that leaves swinging slow as it is blown and rub our roof with a kreeeeekk. Adiatma who first cuek with it was finally also feel the air and atmosphere that always makes the feathers stand without being ruled.
To speed up our thesis work, we moved to work at Adiatma because it made us lose concentration. Day after day we went through the same routine at Adiatma house, but there was something disturbing that disturbed my hunch back, when the time showed above 00:00 WIB every day , there is always a wind that blows softly through my neck, not a cooling wind that makes again the feathers stand up. I began to think, why did this happen in the last few days and kept on taking care. With the fear that keeps coming up , makes me think , is there really something trying “ bother my “? Because at that time Adiatma I asked, he was just acting like nothing happened.
until the morning came to greet us with warm sunshine to greet us, but for today we have to guide our guidance lecturer at home. Early departure hearts are calm and happy because hope the skirpsi is quickly finished and pass, our bike is panning and departing. Honestly, we have never even been to the lecturer's house because every guidance is always on campus. Finally we were sent the location by the lecturer 10 minutes we had been on the road , finally we arrived in the alley of his house , the time showed at 17:30 WIB , the dark had begun to say hello and I was astonished, kok his home left right is just a view of a cane tree as high as 2 meters more and some coconut trees swinging like greeting us in maghrib day. I Ask the Adiatma ,
“ Dit , you ngroso hawane not good a?, adem but garai goosebumps (in Javanese )“.
And Adiatm answered
“ iyo bro , kok hawane kyok ngene yo mari rodok parno me (in Javanese )“.
“ far yes mas his home? Sorry this is the house I've been keeping since my parents died “.
I reply with
“ yes pack , his house is far away and still model friendly house yes pack “
Adiatma.
“ But the govi is afraid sir pas here and see his house , he said kayak house ghost and horror (Adiatma while smiling )“.
Lecturer who initially welcomed with a direct welcome changed diem, Seemed a wry smile and frown on his forehead. At that moment I was like a cold sweat, mixed between the fear of the lecturer and the air of his house. The guidance process was with under the lamput that is not so bright and yellow lights typical of ancient Javanese houses in front of the terrace.