Room No.11B
Part. 101

Grandpa Badrun wiped his cheek-drenched tears. He was so broken that he cried. I don't know what's on his mind, to laugh so loose and satisfied.

"Have cake?" my many.

"Hehehehe. Sorry son, I remember the memories of that time. Hehehehe." replied Grandpa Badrun.

"Oh yeah, where did Grandpa tell you?" ask Grandpa Badrun.

"So that grandfather had more demit pets than Nek Iyah" I replied.

"Ahh yes yes. Badriyah did not know, if the demit of the inhabitants of Mount Komang is my friend. Even Queen Sekar Dara knows me better than her, Kanjeng Ratu Sekar knows that Badriyah has used the mustika carelessly and arbitrarily. Kanjeng Ratu Sekar was not happy with Badriyah." story Grandpa Badrun.

"Then, when I was cornered a group of demits attacked Badriyah suddenly. Hahaahaha." Grandpa Badrun laughed again.

"You know, Badriyah called her one pet. Just one, the red kuntilanak. Hahaahahaha. Obviously the kuntilanak is dead. And Queen Sekar Dara also seized the mustika with the blink of an eye." continued Grandpa Badrun.

"She, if the kuntilanak is dead, then why is it that the red kuntilanak is still there?" my many.

"Haha. Son Adi, you think the red kuntilanak is just one. There are millions of red kuntilanak." replied Grandpa Badrun.

"As a result of that fight, I lost half of my knowledge. Many of my pet demits have died." continued Grandpa Badrun.

"Grandfather said the mustika was captured by Queen Sekar Dara, then why was it held back by grandfather?" my many. Many puzzles are hidden in Grandpa Badrun's story.

"I didn't want to take the mustika back. But Kanjeng Ratu Sekar gave it to me, because I got the mustika from the results of my betrothed on the mountain. Kanjeng Ratu Sekar said, in my hands mustika it is safer." replied Grandpa Badrun.

I'm still digesting Grandpa Badrun's story.

"Grandfather, if you used to be able to seize the mustika by fighting with Nek Iyah, then why is it that grandfather did not return to fight to seize the mustika? Why should I involve the cake?" my many.

"Hehehehe. This is what I'm gonna tell you, son. I used to be friends with a magician named Raden Halim, he was a sage who was slandered as a sorcerer. Slandered as a shaman of black magic. In fact, he is a mantri and often treats people. He was burned alive by the villagers. One week before the incident, he left something for his posterity. You know who Raden Halim is?" ask Grandpa Badrun.

I'm shaking.

"He was your great-grandfather."

Deg.

My great-grandfather was a saint? Ah, is it possible that this is true?

"Where might be the cake! My family of ordinary people can't be descendants of the magician, after all, no one can treat the sick." I argue.

"Your family's covering up, son. Your grandfather the son of your great-grandfather did not want the children of his descendants in the stamp as well as witch doctors. Though in your blood flows the blood of Raden Halim, that's exactly what your son is destined to eradicate all Badriyah's evil."

I was silent, thinking and digesting the information from Grandpa Badrun.

"I think grandpa made up. I don't believe in the descendants of that great man. Our family is just ordinary people, nothing more" I added.

"Hmm, you'll know for yourself, son, you'll know when you use that mustika after taking it." said Grandpa Badrun.

"And this. This is the gift of your great-grandfather that was once entrusted to me. You keep it." Badrun's grandfather handed him an agate ring, a silver-colored ring with a dazzling luster. And the stone on it was a blackish blue.

"This what's a cake?" I accepted the stone ring.

"That's your great-grandfather's ring, son. Wear it." tell Grandpa Badrun. "On the ring is written a name in Javanese script." added Grandpa Badrun.

Yes, the inside of the ring is engraved with a Javanese letter that I do not know what it reads.

"What does this writing mean cake?" my many.

"I don't know son, you seek the meaning of the writing." replied Grandpa Badrun.

More and more Grandpa Badrun unravel the mysteries that are intertwined, to the extent that my great-grandfather was discussed by him. But what exactly is this old man telling me? All my life, I didn't know my great-grandfather's name. Not because I'm a sassy great-granddaughter, but indeed all my family never mentioned my great-grandfather Raden Halim.

"So what's this ring cake for?" ask again.

"You keep it, son. It was a gift from your great-grandfather. You remember, on Friday night tomorrow you should try to pick up the mustika at Badriyah's house." said Grandpa Badrun.

"When it will help you." continued the grandfather.

"So, during the Friday night wait, there will be a lot of interference attacking my cake?"

"I'm not sure, son, but there will definitely be interference from Badriyah's pets. Somehow, obviously you have to be careful. Especially on the red kuntilanak figure. Because that figure is the strongest among all Badriyah's pets." explained Grandpa Badrun.

"Be careful when passing through the empty house in front of Badriyah's house. Because that's where Badriyah's pet gathers." continued grandfather.

"What's? Vacant house?"

"Yes Nak Adi. It was there that Badriyah gathered all her pets. His aura is very strong. Don't let your mind go blank in front of that house." Grandpa Badrun ordered.

"Is the red kuntilanak in the house also a cake?" manya curious.

Grandpa Badrun shook his head full of confidence.

"The red kuntilanak is in Badriyah's house. It is placed in a special place. A room on the top floor of Badriyah's house." replied Grandpa Badrun.

Instantly my hair was goosebumps. I fear. I freaked.

"I'm leaving now."

Against evil together? Am I a superhero?

"Sir, wait for the cake!" call me. Badrun's grandfather stopped his steps.

"When will you see me again?" my many.

Grandpa Badrun smiled.

"After the mustika is already in your hands" he said.

Badrun's grandfather walked to the middle of the dark field, then slowly his figure was invisible, at his meal of the night. I stood quietly on the lips of the field. I don't know what I'm gonna do. I'm still freaked out. I dare not go back to the hostel.

Finally I decided to go to Mas Gun's contract, I'll sleep there tonight. The clock on my phone shows at 21:55. The road was getting quiet, many shops and stalls were preparing to close.

Triggs. A message came in.

Tica.

- Lo where is Di? Not back to the store? -

Kubal.

- Tonight I sleep at my brother's boarding house Tik. Tomorrow afternoon we meet in the cafeteria, yes, I want to talk a lot.

Triggs.

- What about? Are there plans to take the mustika? - Tika replied.

tomorrow we will talk. Sorry, don't eat malem with this :D -

- Hehehehe. Relax, you can change it for lunch tomorrow. Yaudah, be careful yes ;) - reply Tika.

- Okay :) -

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I also got hired by Mas Gun. As usual, the door to Mas Gun's room was still wide open. Music was heard from outside the room.

"Assynnausea!" I said my greetings from the front door of the room, I sat on the terrace taking off my shoes.

"Waalaikumsalam" replied Mas Gun from inside the room. "Who is it?"

Huh, who? Didn't Mas Gun recognize my voice? I went into the room too. Mas Gun was sitting in front of his laptop. His eyes were fixed on the laptop screen.

"Mas!" call me.

Mas Gun furrowed his brows, his eyes narrowed, as if looking at me indistinctly.

"What the hell lo mas! Don't you know me?" I approached Mas Gun.

"A-Adi?" show it.

"Who else is it. Don't you know me?" my many.

"Astaghfirullah Adiii. Lo why Di?" Gun got up from his seat. He approached me, patting my shoulder.

"Lo's sick?" ask Gun again.

"What the hell is mas? I am healthy wal afiat. You know why? Eye pain? Until I don't know." I reply.

"Sit On. I swear I don't know your face. Lo changed In!" said Mas Gun. His face was very serious, he could not joke. Didn't Mas Gun recognize my face? What the hell is this really?

"Change what? Turned into what?" my many.

"Lo what's the problem? You look nothing like usual, your face is pale. Lo looks thinner. Did you eat?"

"What the hell is mas?"

"really In. Eat first at. I'll be in the front stall soon. You quietly, wait a minute." Mas Gun was drunk, he darted out of the room. I'm still in a state of curiosity, has my face changed? Bizarrely.

Before long Mas Gun returned with a pack of rice. He gave it to me.

"Here eat first, don't say anything. Later on, you eat." Mas Gun gave me a rice pack. He went back and brought a big glass. Mas Gun made a big glass of hot sweet tea, then gave it to me. I am still confused by the confusion.

"Kok quiet?" ask Mas Gun. "Let's eat first!" tell him, Mas Gun opened the rice pack, then told me to eat.

"Lo why the hell mas?" many wonder.

"Ssttts. Eat first, drink some hot tea. Let your body fresh." he said.

I who was astonished, confused, mixed with curiosity finally ate voraciously. My stomach has been hungry ever since. But meeting Grandpa Badrun and hearing him tell a story, made my hunger go away. Mas Gun looked at me eating, I was uncomfortable and disturbed. His eyes seemed unwilling to move, his gaze in looking at me ate. Bizarrely.