Room No.11B
Part. 131

"Mas, I borrowed lo dong's motorbike. Want to buy some food, you want to drop some food?" I offered Mas Gun.

Gun thought for a moment.

"Hmmm, no. I think my stomach is still full. The motor key is in the jacket pocket. Take aja!" sahut Mas Gun's.

I took the keys to the bike in Mas Gun's jacket, and went out and bought some food. Mas Gun I left in the boarding room, he's still struggling with the game on his phone.

As soon as I passed the courtyard, I still saw Nek Iyah sitting on the front porch chair of her house. Still with the same position and the same blank stare. I ignored it, I passed it and went out.

Ah happy there is a vehicle, I am free to find my favorite food stall, free to find the food I want to enjoy tonight. Not only rice stalls near the alley, if the night before the side dishes are not as complete as during the day.

I'm driving next to the campus, a favorite place for a kid to go for a meal. The tent that sells the most complete food in my campus area. Day food vendors have changed with night food vendors. Usually, if the night is not far from catfish pecel, fried rice, grilled chicken, raw chicken satay, and others. My goal is pecel lele subscription Mas Gun. It is located at the end of the road beside the campus. The melt is large, the sauce is delicious, the rice is fluffy, and most importantly is free of charge. A new concept of food tent stalls that provide free food and grab as much as you like.

I parked the bike in front of the pecel tent. Not so crowded, only three people were sitting on long chairs made of wood.

"Order what mas?" ask the seller.

"Sir, pecel lele one more know tempe yes." I replied.

"Eat here?" ask the mbak again.

"Yes mbak. Nasi uduk ya." I reply.

The mbak nodded, then was busy frying a catfish and a piece of tofu as well as tempe.

"Drink what bro?" ask a man with a parlente dress up. The black shirt is a picture of a goat-headed man who has wings behind him, I knew it was a picture of Baphomet. The picture is spooky full of blood. He wears jeans rather sleek, and deliberately in use sagging up in the butt. On his neck hangs a silver chain necklace. Haircut bangs throw typical Korean oppa-oppa, blonde. Unfortunately, it does not match the color of his dark skin. His face was full of pimples. Ah, just not good at sight.

"Tea is warm." I replied.

"OK bro. Wait a minute!" his reply.

I laughed when I heard her words. Cool is also the answer. Not meant to insult, I also very rarely use English. But the pretentious guy parlente was very good at saying the phrase 'wait a minute'.

Before long the man came carrying a large glass of warm tea, white smoke billowing from the surface of the glass.

"Please bro!" he said while putting a glass of warm tea in front of me.

"Thank's ma men!" reply with english.

The man smiled, clenched his right hand, then snapped his fist at his chest.

"You're welcome bro!" reply while leaving.

My order's coming, catfish in dry fry. Put it on a flat plate with a piece of tempeh and tofu. And a spoonful of chili is red, the color is appetizing in the garnish oil. A plate of nasi uduk also landed in front of me, with a pinch of fried onion on it. Not getting there, the mbak gave me a plate full of super-complete vegetables. There are cabbage pieces, a pile of basil leaves, cucumber slices, cashew leaves, three round green eggplant pieces, a few tomato slices, a long bean piece, and a sprig of watercress leaves. Everything looks fresh. My mouth was flooded with saliva, impatiently wanting to immediately bribe the rice along with the fried catfish.

I eat with gourmand. My eyes were only on the rice plate, I did not look in any direction. While I was enjoying every mouthful, the delicious taste of chili mixed with spicy wild dancing in my mouth. The tender meat of the catfish, churned as soon as I was bitten. Added nasi uduk which feels savory and fragrant. Everything is so perfect, the collaboration is slick and the combination of ciamik.

It did not take long I spent a plate of rice with fried catfish and tofu tempeh, added fresh vegetables. After paying, I went straight back to the store. My stomach is full, feels comfortable and happy.

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"Aaaahhh kenyaaaanngg!" I said as soon as I entered the boarding house, while rubbing my stomach slightly protruding.

Mas Gun melengos's.

"Eat what On? How long." asked Mas Gun.

"Smuck dong! Hehehehehe." showing me off.

"Aaahh shit, don't tell me if you eat there. If you say, I can eat." said Mas Gun.

"Well, I bargained. Lo said it was still full. It's not my fault dong!" i defend.

Gun grumbling, he's not willing. Indeed, I know that place to eat from Mas Gun.

"Okay, eat there! Mumpung is still afternoon. If it's twelve, it'll be the gate in the lock." send me to Mas Gun.

"No ah! Suddenly my stomach is full." replied Mas Gun with judes. "Tomorrow morning I have breakfast" he continued.

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At 22:10, my eyes were hit with intense sleepiness. Mas Gun is still cool lying in the middle room, still with the game on his phone, whether it has been how many hours he wrestled with the game. Ah luckily the schedule for college tomorrow is not too early, I can relax after dawn prayers. I was going to do laundry and clean the room.

Uh, I haven't seen Tika all day. Where's she? Unseen stem of his nose. I took my phone, I sent Tika a message.

tik, you're leaving again huh? I didn't see you all day at the hostel.

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There's no reply.

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My message has not been read by Tika. Let it be, I'll try to contact him tomorrow.

"Mas, I slept first." I said to Mas Gun.

"Yes Di. Uh, tomorrow morning I go to your boarding house. I have not been allowed to stay here, still an illegal resident" said Mas Gun.

"OK mas." I replied as I headed to the bed.

I put my body on the bed. I closed my eyes slowly. I don't know why I remember one name.

Premature.

I haven't seen him in two days. Back to remembering the rice wrap gift Dini. In my vision, the rice pack contained hundreds of maggots swarming around the carcass of a kitten. So disgusting. But in contrast to the vision of Mas Gun, he saw the contents of the rice wrap was really rice with a piece of rendang meat. Bizarrely.

My hunch, it really isn't Early gift-wrapped rice. Someone must have told him to give me that rice pack. Someone must have wanted to hurt me. Whose question? I had to tell Tika this incident, she was more understanding and more reasoned about the occult than I was.

"Hooooaaammmm!" i'm yawning. My eyes are starting to get heavy. Before long, I fell asleep too.

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Miaw miaw miaw miaw.

I woke up to the sound of kittens, somehow they sounded so close, they were like they were gathered in the front room of my room. I get up from the bed. Uh, Mas Gun's not next to me. I'm heading for the front room.

Lho? There's no Mas Gun. Where's she? I looked at the wall clock. At 03:05. My bedroom door is not closed. I ran to the bathroom. I pushed the bathroom door. There's no Mas Gun.

My heart is beating fast. My hands are shaking. My neck feels weak. I'm panicking. Mind fucked.

I'm out of the room. The atmosphere of the kost page looks quiet. The graves of Mbak Wati and Bang Oji look more sinister than usual. Cold air pierced into the marrow. Fill my head only Mas Gun. Where's she? I removed all the possibilities that had crossed my head.

"Mas Guuuunn! Maaass!" I screamed not too loud. My eyes are looking for the figure of the thick-bodied man.

"Yyyyyyyyyyyass! Guuun!" call me again.

Slender. There's no answer. The atmosphere of the kost was quiet.

No, it's impossible. Can't do. This is not the case with Mas Gun. It's never gonna happen. It can't happen again. Thats enough. Enough just my friend Bagas.

My thoughts were on the empty house ahead.

Suddenly my blood boiled. Heart's pounding. My chest's tight. My breath is irregular.

"Mas Guuuunn!" I screamed loudly.