Room No.11B
Part. 125

The first class is over, just waiting for the next course. I chatted casually in the front hall of the class with Yuda while waiting for the lecturer to come. We talked about the antique car he bought from Nek Iyah, Yuda said that the car is currently in the process of repair and rejuvenation. I chatted while looking around and downstairs. Our faculty building is indeed L-shaped, the entire floor is visible from the top floor. Even the park and parking lot are visible from the fifth floor.

"So how did om lo's reaction go, did you know that there was a mouse nest in the car? Hehehehe." I asked.

"Hahaahaha. Definitely surprised. Sticking in the rat's workshop on the exit from under the car, and that's a lot of Di. Hahaahaha. To get into the office, into the tools, just scattering deh." explained Yuda.

"Hahaahaha. Severe lo, come-come bring the plague to the om lo workshop. So now how's the rat?" tanyaku while continuing to look at the atmosphere of the faculty building.

But by accident, my eyes caught the red hooded female figure I met in the elevator this morning. He stood in the third floor, his face looking up, his eyes looking at me. Still with his grinning smile and creepy glaring eyes. I was stunned, until I didn't understand Yuda's story about the rat plague.

"Haha. Until now the workshop is still closed." Yuda said I heard.

"A. At. Adi, you see what the hell?" Judah.

"Eh. Emm. Eng-don't, don't see anything Da." I replied stuttering.

"What the hell is downstairs? Look down and keep looking. Yes kemala?" Yuda asked again while looking downstairs.

"Bu-not really. Not Kemala." I reply.

"Vidiiiihhh. Is there a new story? Huh huh? Hehehehe. Which one is the guy?" yuda Ledek.

"Emmm. Wh-what the hell lo! No, not a girl." I said.

My eyes were still fixed on the red hooded female figure and the all-red clothes on the third floor.

"Eh Da!" I called out to Yuda.

"Why?"

"Let's look at the third floor, in the third floor there's a girl wearing a red veil, red shirt. Uhuh!" I showed Yuda the female student who kept glaring at me.

"Where? Where there is a girl wearing a red veil anyway Di." said Yuda.

"That's Da, she's standing near a flower pot. Ew! He's glaring at us again." point at me again.

"Nobody was there. I see that only two students wear checkered clothes." reply Yuda.

Didn't Yuda see the student?

I was still staring at the student who was wearing a red shirt. His smile continued to grin. His face is strange. Yuda was still looking for the student I pointed at earlier, but it seems that Yuda did not see him.

"Hey, you! What are?" ask Mr. Adnan who is already standing in front of the classroom door.

"Eh sir." said Yuda.

"Let's go in! Want to go to college or not?" ask Mr. Adnan.

"Yes sir" I replied.

Yuda and I rushed into the classroom. That weird student I don't press anymore.

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Today's class was over, according to our plans this morning, Yuda and I decided to chat while having casual coffee at the One Way Coffee Shop. I haven't been there in a long time either. My tongue longs to taste back the delicious coffee made by Bang Dede.

I'm piggybacking on Yuda's bike. Previously we had lunch first at a tent stall that sold a variety of food, located right next to the campus. Yes, daylight is indeed the busiest time for food vendors. Starting from students and college students, office employees, to the surrounding community who buy food. Lucky that lunch hour can get a seat in the tent stall.

But luck was on my side and Yuda. Just now we arrived, there were some empty benches that were not occupied, even though the atmosphere of the tent stall was crowded. I immediately occupied it without thinking long.

"Bro, what do you want to order, bro?" ask a food seller with a thick Javanese accent.

"I gulai nasi gulai mas. Drink some orange ice. What do you want to eat, Di?" ask Yuda.

"Okay bro, in wait ya." reply the seller then darted away.

The atmosphere was boisterous this afternoon, the twang of the spoon that hit the plate mutually agreed. Shouted the food seller mentioning the hungry customer's order sounded noisy. Hustle and bustle in the food tent stalls occur during the day.

Shortly after, our order arrived. Yuda and I immediately ate the beef rice. The sauce is yellow orens, the food is rather thick, fragrant as fragrant as spices, and tastes savory. Some cuts of beef quite a lot, of course, with fat also fills a white bowl with a picture of a rooster. A plate of rice with a pinch of fried onion on it was in front of us.

The cow's gulai rice has ludes I spent, a glass of warm fresh tea was comfortably lodged in my stomach. Yuda's food was also gone. After paying, Yuda and I headed to the One Way Coffee Shop.

"Wuuiiihhh, where are you going? I have not been seen for a long time." said Bang Dede, knowing that Yuda and I had come.

Bang Dede is busy mopping the table, this afternoon the makeup is pretty cool. Bang Dede wore a black red plaid flannel shirt, ripped jeans on his horns, wearing a dark brown leather apron. His hair was drizzled in a neat comb, his mustache and beard were shaved thin.

"Regular bang." replied Yuda briefly.

"What habits? Hehehe. What are you sitting inside outside?" Bang Dede asked.

"Out dong, I'm smoking." reply Yuda.

I wander in search of the figure of Sister Nia and Revelation, but they are both invisible.

"Lo find who's in? I thought it was a daze." asked Bang Dede.

"Sir where's the bang? How come there's nothing on the cashier's desk?" my many.

"Ooh Nia's. He resigned in. I'll be telling a story later. Uh, what do you want to drink? What's Nyusu doing?" Bang Dede offer.

"Gue Aceh Gayo yes bang, V60." replied Yuda.

"Good choice Da! Lo what's Di?" ask Bang Dede to me.

"Vietnamese Drip bang. It's hot." I replied.

"OKAY. Just a minute!" bang Dede.

Yuda burned a cigarette, I took a cigarette and burned it. About 5 minutes into our order, Bang Dede drove him.

"V60 for Yuda, this Vietnam Drip has Adi. If anyone does not tell me yes, I'll go back for a while." said Bang Dede after dropping off our order.

Black coffee orders Yuda placed in a beautiful bottle, and closed tightly. Judah was given a small glass to drink his coffee. I order a glass of coffee plus sweetened condensed milk to taste, there is a small container on top of the glass to filter the coffee. Coffee starch will drip from a small container placed on top of the glass.

"Da, I want to tell you a story first or you want a story first." I asked.

Judah smoked in his cigarette, blowing his smoke up into the sky.

"Gue used to be, from the beginning all the disasters began. Okay." answered Yuda.

"OK." reply.

"Gue's confused since you got mad at me at this tavern in Di. I have to wonder, what is as important as your necklace compared to me. After I thought, it was all my fault, I was reckless and carelessly selling other people's property without the permission of the owner of the goods. I admit I was wrong. But the thing is, you got away from me because of the necklace, I think it was a delay. Until finally, I ventured to come to the house your boarding mother asked for the necklace back." Yuda story.

"Gue came alone carrying the five million money that was originally exchanged for the necklace. The hostess received me kindly, I was told to sit down and have a drink. Until the time my mother asked me the purpose of my arrival there. Finally I explained the purpose of my arrival, to exchange the necklace for the five million rupiah. Mom kost lo laughs at. His face was cunning, I was afraid to see it. He laughed out loud, I was astonished." continued Yuda.

"Continue?" my many.

"I swear, these are the words that gave me goosebumps until now if I remember that. Mother boarding lo said, the adek money no longer sells to me. If you want to exchange the necklace, exchange it for your life." explained Yuda.

Deg. I was surprised to hear Yuda's story.

Meaning clearly all, Nek Iyah was indeed looking for a collision in any way. He allied with the red kuntilanak to smooth out all his rotten plans. Until my friend Yuda almost fell victim to the red kuntilanak. This can't be allowed anymore. The old grandmother's crime had already gone beyond the limit. He's a psychopath who works with demons. It's outrageous, I'm not gonna let that old granny always commit crimes on people.

The late Mr. Rahmat obviously became the victim, my friend Bagas was the first, even his own adopted son became the victim for the red kuntilanak. A really cold-blooded killer.