Room No.11B
Part. 140

I still haven't answered Tika's all-inclusive question. I'm sure Tika already knows about Kubil, but Tika may not have known that Kubil served me.

"Why haven't you answered yet?" Tika.

I'm silent. I looked at Tika inside.

Bang Dede came with a big glass of ice chocolate Tika ordered. Before long, Bang Dede left us after Tika thanked him.

I smile.

"Why are you smiling? Is something funny?" Tike asked back.

Breathm.

"Gue's sure you know about Kubil, right?" asked Tika.

Tika chuckles. The laughter did not come off.

"Know, I know about Kubil who lives in the attic over your boarding room. But what I don't know, since when did you become his master? What is your purpose Di?" said Tika.

I was silent, not answering. My coffee is starting to warm up.

"What's it for?"

"Then, how is it different from Nek Iyah? Both keep the demit. Wh-wh-what for? What's in it for you?" tika's tone began to rise. I just kept quiet hearing him say.

"In, do you remember what your purpose was to stay in that bastard boarding house? To stop Badriyah's crimes and all her pet demits right?"

I didn't say.

"And now you're even friends with the demit. I don't think the same. Remember Di, we are with them differently. Different nature, different habits, different life, different everything. What are you keeping Kubil for?"

"Tik, Kubil is not like other demits. I only helped him from the evil demons of the inhabitants of the empty house. I'm just.."

"What's it about? Just want to find information about Nek Iyah and all his pet demits? Just using Kubil to be your spy? Just what?" Tika cut.

I'm silent again. My tongue.

"Now is not the time to play detective-detective Adi. It's a serious matter. Your life, my life, the life of Mas Gun as well, even the lives of people around you will be a bet. This problem will not be spread just by us unplugging and moving from the fucking boarding house. This will follow us wherever we are. And you know why it's like that?"

I shook my head slowly.

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Tika inhaled a breath, then avoided him.

"Because you have been marked" said Tika.

Deg. My heart is beating fast.

"What's? In-in-in-marks? What do you mean Tik?" tanyaku.

Tika stirred her chocolate ice with a straw. Siphoning it in, the brown ice full and almost overflowing is now reduced. Tika is really thirsty.

"Yes, you have been marked by the red kuntilanak" said Tika.

"What is the sign? I don't feel like I've been marked." I said.

Tika's back to sucking the chocolate ice. Her thirst has not gone away yet.

"Try lifting your clothes! I want to see your stomach." Pinta Tika.

"Huh? What the hell lo, don't joke Tik. You want to see my stomach." I reply.

"In, you think from earlier I was joking. Hurry up and get your clothes!" tell Tika.

I doubt.

"Lifting school!"

"Tik Really?" I convinced Tika.

"Yes really. Shirt up your clothes!" tell Tika again.

I slowly lifted my shirt.

"So this is it, right? Don't go upstairs."

Tika was silent, she looked towards my stomach.

"Lo see what the hell Tik is? Isn't it yet?" my many.

"No! You see the blackish brown mark on your belly." tell Tika.

I looked down, looking at my stomach.

Holy hooch! Wasn't this a nail prick from a red kuntilanak when I dreamt of meeting him? A wound that once made my stomach ache, sting, and feel hot. Why is this wound looking back? Hasn't this scar been gone long? And there were ten c-shaped nail-piercing scars along my stomach.

"So this is Tik's sign?" my many.

Tika nodded slowly.

"It was like a dream that felt real, right?" ask Tika.

"But as soon as you wake up, it turns out that the wound is painful and markedly scarred. Really no?"

"True Tik." I replied.

Tika just threw a smile.

"Why do you know?" my many.

Tika was silent, she sucked back her brown ice. Then I looked at me with a grin.

"Tik, don't tell me you've been marked too! Tika's! Are you marked too?"

Tika did not say, she just looked at me.

"Tika, answer me! Have you been marked by the red kuntilanak?" i asked.

Tika was silent. Suddenly he took off one by one the buttons of his shirt, starting from the top button.

"Heh, what are you doing?" many wonder.

Tika took off her shirt, she was wearing only a black short-sleeved shirt.

With a smile he showed both of his arms, there was the exact same scar that was on my stomach. I was surprised to see the scar on Tika's arm was brownish red. There were ten scars lined up on his arm. The shape is exactly the same, like the letter c.

I can't say. I don't know what to say. Turns out Tika and I became targets of red kuntilanak. We've been marked. And we can't be reckless in our actions.

"Since when have you been tagged Tik?" ask me slowly.

"A few days before we save Judah" replied Tika, with a blank look. I don't know what he was looking at.

"Why don't you tell me that anyway?" ask again.

Tika smiled, followed by a sigh.

"Why did I tell Lo Di? We are the same fate. Both are marked and become the target of the red kuntilanak. Even until now I was confused, what makes me the target of the demon curse? Is it because I help you often? Or maybe because I have an advantage?" said Tika.

"Gue doesn't know the cause of Di." continued Tika.

After Tika's words, we both dissolved in silence. As if there is no more talk to talk about. Quiet enough. Every now and then my eyes met his eyes, but no words were revealed from our mouths.

The chocolate ice in Tika's glass is up, and so is the coffee in my glass. Even our chatter ran out, consumed by endless silence. Me and Tika both did not say. My brain was thinking of a plan to save itself from the red kuntilanak. I don't think about fighting or destroying it. I don't know about Tika, I don't know her head at the moment.

"Di." call Tika in a limp tone.

"What Tik?" my many.

"What you think about right now is the same as what I think now" said Tika.

I waited for him to say.

"For now, think about how we can survive the target of red kuntilanak and all his followers, as well as Nek Iyah. While waiting for the plan from Grandpa Badrun next." continued Tika.

"We can only pray and ask for protection from the Supreme Lord. Because it's the best way." added Tika.

I just nodded without saying.

Tika shrugged her shoulders an ignorant sign.

The afternoon sun began to fade. Dark gray bias began to attack the sky. The haughty sun will be replaced by a shy moon. The bat flaps its wings, after a long day of sleep hanging. Soon adzan maghrib reverberated. Me and Tika were back in a silent blanket.

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Tika and I were praying in the store. We pray alternately, because the room in the tavern is small, so we can not pray together. I prayed first, after Tika. After the prayer, I returned to my seat while waiting for Tika to finish praying.

Tika came back to me after finishing the Maghrib prayer.

"Where else are you going? Does anyone want to do obrolin?" ask Tika.

"Eat yuk!" take me.

"Communicate he ate? Did I ask anyone else to be obrolin again?

"Yes can talk while eating Tika. Wouldn't you?"

"If you can't eat while chatting Di." reply Tika.

"Yes yes. How do you want to eat together?"

"Emm, can. What are we gonna eat?" ask Tika.

"When you want to eat what?" ask me with a cute pretentious tone while teasing it.

Tika implied a disgusted face looking at me.

"Don't be cute Di, I'm amused to see it." said Tika.

"Hehehehe. Judah, what would you eat?" ask again.

"Whatever, I'll go with you." replied Tika.

Wow, out of Tika's mouth a woman's ultimate word, which is 'whatever'. A word that can be a trap for men. The word 'whatever' has many meanings that a man cannot describe. A single word that can boomerang for a man if misinterpreted.

"Kok the answer is up to you anyway? Whatever is not the answer oruh neng." I reply.

"Yes whatever, I'll go with you. Whatever you want to eat. I was invited." said Tika again.

"Yaudah, we eat chicken soto aja yuk!" take me.

"Emm, can tuh. Where's?"

"That's at the end of the road there, right by the side of the big road. Yuk!" my reply.

After paying for my drink and Tika, we also walked to the tent soto ayam lamongan. Not far away, just a few hundred meters from the coffee shop.

The side streets of the campus are still crowded. Many students then run. Many food tent stalls are already in operation. The student class also looks a lot I see. Yes, the students whose lecture hours start at around seven pm, intended for people who are busy during the day working, but still have the desire to study after work.

Soon we arrived at the tent soto lamongan. The tent is crowded by customers, but at the end there are two empty seats. Thank God, it is a fortune for me and Tika. Do not think long, we immediately sat occupying the chair.

A man with a mature tan came to us.

"Order what mas, mbak?" ask the man.

"I soto ayam added ceker ya. The rice is mixed. Tik, what message do you want?" I asked Tika.

"I'm soto ayam, put on ati ampela ya. Mas, I nasi split, half a portion only yes." said Tika.

"OKAY. What do you want to drink?" ask the man again.

I said, "Warm tea tasteless one."

"I'm iced tea sweet huh." Tika.

After our order was recorded on a piece of paper, the mature brown-skinned man passed.

"Tik, you haven't answered all my questions about mustika you know" I said.

A student sitting beside me glanced for a moment after hearing me mention mustika. While Tika only remained silent while holding back a laugh, while covering her mouth with her hands.

Tika blinked quickly, coded me not to talk about mustika. I just nodded slowly.

The mature brown-skinned man came, he held a tray containing two bowls of chicken soto, and a plate of rice. A large bowl was placed in front of me, chicken soto plus three pieces of claw with mixed rice. Then the man put a medium-sized bowl in front of Tika, a chicken soto with a cut ati ampella on it. Half a serving of rice also accompanies him on a separate plate.

The man came back with a glass of warm tea for me and a glass of sweet iced tea for Tika. Without a long kalam, Tika and I immediately ate chicken soto. Saying a prayer first.

Sure enough, there was no chat as long as we enjoyed the feed after the mouthful of chicken soto. We were hypnotized with the fresh taste of chicken soto and spoiled the tongue. A thread of sweat poked on my forehead.

As a result, it didn't take long. Soto chicken ludes lodged in my stomach. The soto Tika bowl is clean. A glass of warm tea was gone. Tika's sweet iced tea leaves only small chunks of ice in her glass.

"Let me pay in." said Tika.

"Eh, no. I just paid. Udah lo sit aja." sahutku wake up from sitting and go straight to the cart soto to pay.

After the stomach filled, we walked back to the boarding house. We walked slowly, enjoying our fullness. During the trip, our chat did not mention anything supernatural. The problem of college, the financial condition of boarding children, to the question of romance during school that we talked about. Sometimes laughter flares up. We enjoyed our conversation throughout the trip.

Until we arrived at the boarding gate. I opened the boarding gate, Tika entered first then I. I'm closing the boarding gate. Then we walked through the courtyard to the room. But from the direction of the parking lot I saw Kang Ujang running in a hurry to approach us who were already in the garage.

"Dek Adiii's. Deeek." call Kang Ujang.

Tika and I stopped moving. Seen the look on Kang Ujang's face that looks panicked along with the sweat that soaks his forehead.

"What's kang?" my many.

Kang Ujang's breathing was irregular.

"Hah hah. Deck. That's deck. Huh huh. That." said Kang Ujang terbat.

"That's what kang is? What's the matter kang? Kang Ujang calm down first, take a breath first." I said.

"Pull the breath first kang." added Tika.

Kang Ujang breathed deeply. Then blow it slowly. He held his breath several times.

Feeling calmer, Kang Ujang said, "Dek, sneak into the room! That's Dek Adi's boarding buddy jedot-jedotin' his head against the wall."

"What's? Kang Ujang wasn't kidding, was he?" ask me with surprise.

"Deck's dead oath, I'm not kidding. Get to the room quickly!" tell Kang Ujang.

I also ran as fast as lightning, Tika tailed behind me with Kang Ujang. I see my room lights are still out, looking dark. I went straight into the room. My hand grabbed the light switch first, the light came on.

"Mas Guun's. Maas!" call me.

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I was surprised to see Mas Gun banging his head against the wall. The collision was not strong, but he seemed to be unaware of what he was doing. His mouth kept on clamoring indistinctly. While his eyes closed. The scenery that amazes me, the behavior of Mas Gun back strange.

"Mas. Mas Gun's. Astagfirullah. Conscious mas!" I said while stopping Mas Gun's behavior. Kang Ujang helped me lay Mas Gun's big body on the bed. Mas Gun's mouth just kept pouting.

"Mas, istighfar mas. Mas Gun!" I patted Mas Gun's cheek.

Mas Gun's forehead flushed red, due to an unrelenting impact.

"Mas Guns. Astaghfirullah mas, why else mas? Mas Gun!" I kept calling him Mas Gun, he still closed his eyes. His mouth is still moving.

What else is this? What other disturbances did Mas Gun experience? Why do we keep having problems?