Room No.11B
Part. 138

When Kubil hugged my calf, he worshipped me. Tangisnya. He begged not to throw him out.

"Although sir, my goodness. Hu hu hu hu. I don't want to go back to that house, sir. Forgive me sir, don't throw me out. Hu hu hu hu. I don't want to. Hu hu hu hu hu." Kubil pleaded and cried.

I'm indifferent, I didn't say anything.

"You don't want to explain it to me? Huh uh?" my many.

"Go there! I'm not your master anymore!" my word.

"Even sir. Ampuun. Hu hu hu hu." Kubil kept asking for mercy.

"Well sir. I will tell you about my words ta-tadi." said Kubil terbat.

At last.

I was still acting presumptuous while pushing my waist down. Not looking at Kubil in the slightest. Don't look, just look at it.

"Lord, I'll explain to you. I will tell you about my words earlier." said Kubil again.

"Are you going to explain?" I try to convince.

"Right sir. I swear. I-I'll explain." replied Kubil.

"But please don't throw me out sir. Don't let me go back to that house. I beg you sir." Kubil again seduced, both hands tightly pleaded.

"alright. You're not gonna drive, you can stay in my attic for as long as you want. Now explain what you said." I asked Kubil.

Kubil nodded slowly.

I sat cross-legged, we sat facing each other.

I asked Kubil, "Why did you say I wasn't ready to face Genderuwo?".

"What does that mean?" askaku.

"Anu sir. Emm, yes. Anu, that's ma-meaning it's sir." Kubil spoke with a stutter, as if he had spoken once.

"What anu anu? Let's explain quickly!" I said in a high tone.

Kubil's gaze was different. His eyes pierced into my eyeballs. His face turned more serious. I shuddered a little, but I hid it tightly.

"What's? Why do you see me like that? What do you want to say? Come fast!" my speech.

"You are still weak, sir. No matter how you hold the Dawana mustika you become powerful by yourself. No sir. Mustika must be fed. Same with other mustika. The power stored in it will wear off, or it can be lost if the master does not feed it. Mustika Dawana is not an indiscriminate mustika, in it is stored extraordinary power that must always be fed. It's just like a pet. Now, I want to ask you, sir. Did you feed him?" Kubil's question closes his explanation.

I was still stunned. My brain is still digesting Kubil's explanation of mustika must be fed like a pet. What other joke is this? This joke?

Kubil still looked at me sharply. I still speak a thousand languages.

"Khikhikhikhi. I've guessed. Sir didn't feed him. From the silence of sir, I'm sure you don't know that mustika must be fed." said Kubil.

"How long has it been that Dawana has not been fed? Khikhikhikhi." Kubil chuckles.

"That's why I said you're not ready to face Genderuwo and his back alone. Sir has not prepared anything yet. You only rely on Dawana mustika, without knowing how to take care of the power in it." Kubil continued.

"If only I hadn't prevented you from going to the back garden. Can you guess what will happen to you? Khikhikhikhikhi." Kubil continued.

Instantly my hair stood up. I shuddered to imagine what would happen to me, if I was reckless and put my emotions forward to fight Genderuwo.

"Dead." said Kubil while grinning.

"Master could die in vain. Khikhikhikhi."

I swallowed spit.

"In addition, you don't know what demit is with Genderuwo at this time" Kubil said again.

"Huh? What's with Genderuwo?" tanyaku.

"Khikhikhikhikhikhi. Bizarrely. Khikhikhikhikhikhi. Sir is strange. Khikhikhikhikhikhikhi." replied Kubil while chuckling as if mocking me.

"Hey, did you tease me? Why did you say I was weird? What's that supposed?" tanyaku. I'm being teased by the demit boy, there's a pinch of cocky feeling in my heart.

"Please sir, be patient. This master is a good man, no need for you to be offended by the words of a lowly demit like me." welcome Kubil.

"Yes yes." I reply origin.

"Now you explain to me why you say I'm weird." I ask you again.

"Khikhikhikhikhi. Why do I say strange sir. Clearly strange, master mustika holder the most powerful and the most powerful. But you didn't know that mustika was to be fed. Then the master with heightened emotions wanted to fight Genderuwo and his begundal. Are you sure that mustika will defeat the demit? Or at least hurt them? Are you sure that mustika can help you from the demit-demit attack? Khikhikhikhikhikhi. You alone cannot see the two demits accompanying Genderuwo now. Aye right?" kubil.

I was silent again. Makes sense. All Kubil's explanations make sense. My knowledge of the other world is nothing, even I just knew that mustika must be fed. No wonder Kubil laughed at me. Not in the pain, all so complicated and beautiful.

"Then, what is this mustika food? Do you know?" my many.

"Khikhikhikhikhi. I don't know. I'm a lowly demit, I've never been in contact with mustika in my entire life. Better you just ask the person who gave the mustika to you." Kubil replied.

I didn't say.

"Squeaky. Indeed the giver of mustika did not tell the master how to care and feed? It's so strange." said Kubil again.

I'm shaking.

"Khikhikhikhi. Very strange strange. Khikhikhikhi." again Kubil chuckled.

I'm still quiet. The contents of my head are full of question marks that are bubbling and crammed, like a bus between provinces when going home. Why didn't Grandpa Badrun tell me about taking care of this mustika? Is there anything he's hiding from me? Does Tika know about caring for and feeding mustika?

In the distance there was a dawn. Kubil withdrew and disappeared in the blink of an eye. I'm still pensive about Kubil's explanation.

"Diiiii. Adiiiii." Gun called me, I was surprised. I hurriedly approached Mas Gun.

"Why?" my many.

"Who's talking to anyway? I heard the voice of a child. Is someone coming?" ask Mas Gun.

"Huh? A-little boy. Not really mas. Emm, that's it. Emm, I'm again, again, again watching youmute. Yes, again watch the videos on youmute." I replied stuttering.

"Lo what do you want? Going to the bathroom? Or want a drink? Want what?" my many.

Mas Gun shook his head, he grimaced as if in pain while holding his stomach.

"Drink warm water. I took it for a while." I took a glass of warm water. Then back, help Mas Gun wake up from his sleep, help drink water.

"It's dawn?" ask Mas Gun.

"Yes mas. Just finished the morning adhan." I replied.

"Lo didn't sleep?" Mas Gun asked again, his eyes tightly closed.

"Keep in the sleep. Since when did Adi strong stay up. Hehehehe. I'm not as tough as you are." I replied.

Mas Gun's eyes opened, he looked at me with a faint look.

"In, I dream of meeting a woman in red. In the dream, I just kept quiet facing each other with the woman without saying anything. Is that the red kuntilanak that you told me about?" said Mas Gun.

"W-what? Red kuntilanak? Hehehe. Ngaco lo mas's. The dream time to meet a woman in red clothes immediately said it was red kuntilanak anyway. Just a dream that mas doang, it has nothing to do." I replied soothingly.

Mas Gun sighed.

"I hope it's just a dream" said Mas Gun.

"Yaudah, go to bed. Mas Gun has to rest a lot, to recover quickly. Later if it is healthy, I promise I will download your favorite game. Let's play together. Okay!" my speech.

Mas Gun just smiled as he nodded slowly.

"But teach me yes, I do not want to be teriakin noob same lo. Hehehehe." call me.

Again Mas Gun nodded with a smile etched from his lips. Then he closed his eyes.

I went to the bathroom for ablution.

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Kriiiiinkggg. Cellphone's ringing.

Yudas.

"Yes Da." I answered Yuda's call.

"Woi, ndeso! How did you not go to college? I didn't see you in class." ledek Yuda.

"Gue can't go to college. Gun is sick, no one is sick. Later if he needs anything" I replied.

"Oooh. Yaudah, I'm going to kost lo deh now!" said Yuda.

"Well, why did you go to my hostel? Why not go to college?" my many.

"Gue is very easy, as long as my bokap is still in the rector mah santaaaaii. What do I want to bring you for breakfast?" Judah again boasted of his father's office.

"Do you really want to bring me breakfast?" my many.

"What do you want?" ask Yuda.

"Burried chicken. Two servings yes, for me the same Mas Gun. Hehehehe." I said.

"That's doang? Don't want anything else?" Yuda asked again.

"Emmm, what is it? Oh yes, satay ati ampelanya two, satay gut two deh. That was aja. Hehehehe." reply.

"Celana kolor his brother would not you? Hahaahaha. Yaudah, wait a minute." joked Yuda before closing his call.

I peeked into the middle room. Gun looked like he was still asleep. Ah, I'll wake you when my order chicken porridge arrives. I sat in the front room enjoying the morning sun. The light is golden yellow. Invigorating. Accompanied by a cup of milk coffee. The smoke is thin billowing irregularly.

Trings. There's an incoming message on my phone.

Tica.

- Do you go to college anymore? -

I reply quickly.

- No. Mas Gun still sick Tik. Last night vomit2, vomit mud-like items. Do you know what that is? -

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*tring.

- I studied communication, not vomiting people :D* -

I'm holding back the laughter. I can joke about this girl too.

Kubal.

- Hahaha. Sorry. I panicked, but you know. Btw, I want to obrolin. Do you have time? -

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*tring.

- Chat mute, not so-genesis. wkwkwkwkwkwkw. joking;p Back lecture ya* -

"Hehehehehehe." I laughed while staring at the phone screen.

Kubal.

soan yuk! wkwkwkwkw. Okay, I'm waiting for you to go back to college;) -

The milk coffee I made. Turn on my favorite song playlist on mobile. The volume is not too loud, thin but sound rhythmic.

Uh, what's that sound? Like the voices of people talking. And it sounded like Mas Gun's voice.

I turned off the song on my phone. I moved from my seat to the middle room.

Deg. I'm aghast.

I saw Mas Gun sitting cross-legged in the middle of the room. His eyes closed, but his mouth spoke. Talking like people are having a dialogue. It was like talking to someone in front of him. I swallowed spit.

"Yes, I'm a friend of his. I'm a close friend of his. I've been hanging out with him for a long time. Bla blah blah." That's the kind of dialogue I hear. But with closed eyes and occasionally smiling. Bizarrely. How quaint.

I'm approaching Mas Gun.

"Mas. Mas. Mas Gun's. Wake mas!" I rocked Mas Gun's body.

Gun closed his eyes. But he stopped talking.

"Mas Guns. Wake mas! Mas. Wake mas!" pat her cheek.

Mas Gun was silent.

"Mas. Wake mas! Mas Gun." I patted him on the cheek slowly.

His eyelids are moving. Then open slowly. Gun looked at me. He looks astonished.

"Why At?" ask Mas Gun.