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#38 First Night In Kostan

《They tormented me slowly, when night fell I had trouble falling asleep, for they always looked upon me. My job is because of them, am I wrong if I have to hate them?》

"Oh this is my room." on the wall of the door are three numbers, which is 009. "Thank you for taking me to my room" I said thanking Fahmi.

Fahmi smiled. "Look easy. My room is right here, if there's anything you can tap and call my name" Fahmi said. He pointed at the door of his room.

"All right then, I'm going in. See you." I went into the room, which is the key already hanging at the door. I looked left, right, and around the corner of the boarding room. With walls painted in white. "There's nothing strange, from this boarding room. Even along the hall just now, there didn't look so much of a figure." I murmured to myself.

Remove clothes, and also luggage from the suitcase. Suddenly, a call came in from my mother. "Hallo ma'am, what's wrong?"

"There's nothing. I just miss you, how did you get to Jakarta?" ask mother.

"Yes mom. Dito has arrived in Jakarta, even Dito has arrived at the boarding houses."

"really?! how's kosts? what's comfortable?"

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When I was cool. Talking to mom on the phone, suddenly the doorknob of the room was like someone was playing. Because it sounds so clear in my ears. "Mom, Dito turn off the call. You see, Dito has business, when Dito has finished his mother's phone back." my permission to mother, mother also agreed.

I immediately rushed to the door. Actually who's been playing my room door, if it breaks how. I'm still a new kid, a tough time in trouble. "Sorry who!?" when I opened the door, I was confused. Left and right looking for someone, yet strangely in front of my door there was not a single person. The hallway also looks lonely no one who passed by. Could it be just my suggestion?

Without thinking back to the door handle, I continued to arrange my clothes into the closet, and took my luggage out of the suitcase. I don't know how long it's been, I've tidied it all up. But when I looked out the window, the sky was already dark. "Tab.tab.tab..." the running voice is now heard again.

"Ah maybe just someone who just got home from work" I thought, because I was hungry. I decided to buy food outside.

When I came out of the room, in the hallway of the hostel, I saw a little boy playing with marbles. Isn't it that the hostels here don't accept kids and girls huh? keep that kid who's "Hi sister, what's going on here."

Without an answer, the sister ran further and further into the passageway. "Stap.tap... "

"Dek, wait for the deck?!" stupid me. When I followed him I ran deep into the hallways of the hostels. Instantly the body of the younger brother pierced through the wall of room number 035. "Alright Dito, you're wrong you shouldn't have followed him." I muttered, as I walked back slowly.

I forgot to bring my glasses. I finally decided to go back to the room. When I want to take the glasses I put on the study table. Suddenly the glasses disappeared somewhere, I remember them even though I forgot to take them.

After two minutes. I searched every corner of the room, I found his glasses right under the bed. Surprisingly why it could be there, could it be because of a fall? I still don't care about it back. And out of the boarding room to forage outside, at the crossroads I saw a fried rice merchant. "Sir, order one fried rice huh?" sayaku.

"Okay deck, wait for me to make it." replied briefly father of fried rice seller. I saw the way the father of fried rice made my order, very expert. Not long after, Fahmi came to me.

"Dit's waiting for what?" ask Fahmi.

"There is a fried rice seller. In this neighborhood? I don't know" said Fahmi, raising one eyebrow.

"You don't see. This is a fried rice seller." I said, pointing at the fried rice cart that was to my right. "Ha! how come there is none?! the feeling was right there was the father of the fried rice seller, as well as the fried rice cart." I was surprised when, the cart and also the father of the seller disappeared somewhere.

"What the hell is Dit. You see it wrong time, at the intersection and the streets around here, there are no sellers. You come with me, I'm looking for dinner too. If wanted. You can come with me." Fahmi walked to the left for dinner.

We finally arrived, at the end of the road. And sure enough there are so many food vendors here. "Dit, what do you want to buy? I went there, yes, I want to buy soto." Fahmi said

"It looks like I still want to buy fried rice."

"Oh okay, well that means we split up. Most fried rice sellers are on the right" said Fahmi, I also agree with his words and walk to the right of the road. I saw a grandfather selling fried rice. Who sat there, unlike other fried rice sellers. These grandparents had no buyers at all.

"Look. One yes, in the wrap." I cried. Then the grandparents smiled kindly at me.

"Wait a minute, cu. Grandpa made him long because he was old" said the grandfather of the fried rice seller, which makes me more concerned. "Looks like grandpa, first saw you in this area? did you just come from a town." asked the grandfather of the fried rice seller, to me.

"Ah yes kek, I just came from Yogyakarta."

"Where are you?" ask grandpa back.

"I live in the 5 number 12 cobblestones, cake." I replied.

"really? Didn't, the boarding houses have just been burned, have been rebuilt." said grandfather. I really did not know that the boarding houses I had just occupied, had just experienced a fire.

"What, the fire killed so many cake people?" many ensure.

"Of course, there were so many fatalities. Even my grandfather's friend was a victim too. No one was saved, because it happened at night" said the grandfather of the fried rice seller, I was a little surprised when grandfather said that the death toll was quite a lot. But strangely I did not see a single ghost. Inside the hostels. "It's your order fried rice."

"Thank you so much cake, here's the money."

With a still mind, thinking of the words of the grandfather of the fried rice seller.I went back to the boarding room and ate the fried rice. "Hiks.. hiks.. please... please.. "the voice of the woman asking for help. sounded from the direction of the right side wall of my room.

What is possible, the origin of the sound comes from the room that maxed Fahmi. It must be true that the voice is not a human voice but the voice of an unsettled ghost, I try not to care about it. And I'd rather go to bed fast because tomorrow's college is about to start, I close my eyes and fall asleep.

"Uhhh.. uhkkk. "neck and chest. It felt so tight that it was difficult to breathe, when I opened my eyes.it turned out that on top of my body there was a creepy female figure, with her cold hands that strangled my neck.