Room No.11B
Part. 103

"Mas." I called Mas Gun slowly.

"What?"

"Thank you so much for helping me. I'm sorry I didn't tell you about the problems I was facing. I know, you are very caring. That's why you help me and willing to move boarding houses." said I.

Mas Gun was just a smile hearing my words.

"Udah I should have helped you Di. My mother has helped my family a lot. Your father is very helpful to me, he is a teacher that I consider as my own parents. In any case, I will help you until this problem is solved in." reply Mas Gun.

"Udah ah! How to melow gini. There you sleep! I want to go to the hostel's house." continued Mas Gun.

"To the house of the host, why mas?" my many.

"Gue wants to say, tomorrow I'll move. Hehehehehe." replied Mas Gun while chuckling.

"Can't you do it tomorrow morning? It's night time, is the host still awake?"

Gun got up from his seat.

"My host metal Di. At this hour he just went out of the house to play cards at the front kamling post, dawn just returned home." reply Mas Gun.

"Gua pull a shit. If such as you are sleepy, just close the door but do not lock it." said Mas Gun as it passed leaving me.

The door to the boarding room closed. I went to the bathroom to worship, and performed the Isha prayer. After the prayer, I laid my body on the floor. The mattress is thin, yet comfortable and warm. My eyes ached, and soon sleepiness attacked.

* * *

I saw a lot of bamboo trees on my left right, there was a patch of road in the middle of the wild grass. This patch of road is formed naturally, because it is often passed. The road is not too steep. The sky is orange. At the end of the path, there was a hill with green grass lying as far as the eye could see.

I was surprised to see three figures I knew so well. They are chatting with their familiar. They are Bagas, Madam Wati, and Bang Oji. I don't know what they're talking about, but laughter and jokes are clearly drawn from their faces. Their faces were clean, there was light emitting from their faces. The clothes they were wearing were pure white, shiny. I was so envious to see them joking.

I also want to approach them. I realized, if my Bagas called, there would be no way he would hear my call. I walked slowly down the path, on my left right the bamboo trees were swaying in the wind, like their welcome dance was swaying in rhythm and harmony. A breeze hit my face, refreshing.

My breath was wheezing because of the slightly uphill road, I sped up my pace. I want to reprimand my friend, Bagas. There's a speck of miss with him. As I sped up my pace, the bamboo tree on my left right side strangely grew more and more up.

I ran small, wanting to hurry up to the top of that hill. I want to hug the fiber bagas. But the bamboo tree is growing higher, the end of the bamboo stem

on the right and left side meet each other. Growing and getting higher. Until finally the bamboo tree forms a tunnel, and the sky is invisible because it is covered in bamboo trees.

I was accelerating, my breathing was puffing. My chest feels hot. The bamboo tree grew thicker, closing until it became dark. It's getting darker and denser. I didn't see anything. Stopped step.

"Babaaassa!" I shouted calling Bagas' name.

I didn't see anything. My hands were fumbling around, I really couldn't see anything. Everything's dark.

"Hihihihihihihihihihi." suddenly a giggling sound resounded. My hair is goosebumps. The sound of this laughter was very familiar to my ears.

"You. mauhh everywhere. akanh. Hihihihihihihihi." then there was a female voice shrill and a little hoarse.

I was silent, standing motionless. My hands are shaking, my feet are limp. My heart is beating so hard. I prayed in my heart, I read the chair.

"Hihihihihihihihihi." his laughter echoed.

I crouched in fear. I crawled my way, I don't know where I was going.

"You want to be where you are!"

I screamed with all my might.

"Di, Di, Adi! Adi!" mas Gun's voice sounded in my ear. My body was rocked strongly. I opened my eyes slowly.

"A. Adi! Wake In. Adi!"

I opened my eyes.

"In, why Di? What dreams are you in?" ask Mas Gun.

I woke up from my sleep. I was sweating that soaked my forehead. My breath gasping. Mas Gun took a glass of water, then gave it to me. I took the water quickly, it ran out instantly.

"What dream is it?" ask Mas Gun.

I leaned my back against the wall. My body's limp. I took a long breath. My clothes are soaked in sweat.

"In, what dream did you have? You screamed really hard about it." said Mas Gun.

"Such a bra" I replied with breath still panting.

"What dream?"

"Kuntilanak red mas. Hiiiyy, her face is so seedy." I shuddered. "What time is it?" my many.

"Hour three In. Wh why? Want to pray tahajud?" ask Mas Gun.

I'm nodding. I slowly got up from the bed. Then go to the bathroom for ablution. Mas Gun continued his sleep, I performed the tahajud prayer. After that, I prayed and thought until dawn.

Azan dawn also reverberated, his voice melodious and shahdu. Kost Mas Gun is close to mushola. I rushed to the mosque to perform the dawn prayer. The road to the mosque passes through an empty plot of land that residents use to dispose of garbage, the land is not too big. I walked past the empty ground, but the tip of my eye vaguely caught something. A man's body is not too tall. His face is also faint. I also looked.

Yuda!

The man was Yuda, he was standing right under the papaya tree. Part of his face is visible due to the reflection of the light of the lamp, part of his face is dark. Yuda wears a blue red checkered shirt, as well as black pants. I had not yet confirmed my vision, and suddenly the figure of Judah disappeared. Like smoke in the wind. Wuush.

I rubbed my eyes slowly. I saw again where Judah stood. There's none. Yuda's missing. My steps stopped. My eyes looked around the empty land, looking for the figure of Yuda. Yet Yuda is completely lost. What's the matter? Why Yuda? Is Yuda in danger? Later when I go to college, I have to meet him at college. Recalling Judah's mistake in my mind, he could exchange Grandpa Badrun's mustica necklace for money. Ah shit, if you remember the incident is still stuck it feels my heart.

I also walked to the Mushola. Fortunately, the morning prayer has not yet begun. I had time to perform the two rakaat sunna prayer before dawn. Because of its extraordinary virtues, because the two rakaat before dawn is better than the world and its contents. It is listed in the Muslim history.

* * *

I came home from the mosque, Mas Gun was still sleeping hugging a bolster pillow. His large body made half the mattress covered by his body.

I patted Mas Gun's shoulder, "Mas. Mas Gun's. Wake mas! The first one was."

Mas Gun stretched his huge body. Then he got up and went to the bathroom, after which he performed the dawn prayer. I made two cups of coffee.

"Wuiiihh, cool. Complaints have coffee. Steady!" said Mas Gun.

Mas Gun opened the door of the room wide, the cool morning air slowly penetrated into the room. So refreshing. Sometimes the wind blows very slowly. Shaking window gordyn. The sky outside looked black. We enjoyed our coffee very well. Little by little the sound of birds singing was heard. Add to our morning atmosphere. I forgot for a moment about my dream, sidelined by the figure of Yuda I had seen. My morning is beautiful, I wait for the morning sunshine that is still shy in the eastern horizon. The light soaked in the still-constant sky, flashing the clouds so as to form an amazing painting of nature.

I let out a breath. There's no conversation between me and Mas Gun. It was as if we had agreed to enjoy the morning while waiting for the Mentari to rise. I sat down, my legs stretched out and my body rested on both hands. My face is facing out of the room. Challenging the morning breeze blowing slowly and soothing. I smile knot. I have not seen the beauty of the morning sky for a long time. I almost forgot to see such a beautiful sight. I give thanks in my heart, God is Good. Still gives me a chance to praise his creation. It was through this image of the morning sky that I realized that there was no power and majesty of the Almighty God that could match. Even the devil. The problems I face may teach me to always be grateful for what God has given me until this very moment. My problem is just dust, the power of God that can solve everything.

Subhanallah wal hamdulillah..