Room No.11B
Part. 141

"Mas Guns. Conscious mas. Mas Gun." I still kept patting Mas Gun on the cheek slowly.

Tika returned after taking a glass of warm water. Handed it to me.

"Mas Guns. Mas. Wake mas!"

"When, Mas Gun why Tik? Do you know why Mas Gun?" my friend Tika.

Tika shook her head slowly.

I just kept trying to wake up Mas Gun. Kang Ujang pinched the calf of Mas Gun. Then, slowly Mas Gun's eyelids opened. Then completely swerved. He looked at us all with astonished eyes and seemed confused. Me, Kang Ujang, and Tika sat around Mas Gun.

"What's the get-together?" tanya Mas Gun brief.

We all breathed with relief. Mas Gun is conscious.

"Mas, why are you?" my many.

"Huh? I why? You ask me why. I should have asked, why are you all gathering here?" answer Mas Gun. He got up from the bed and sat on the bed. I give you a glass of warm water.

"Drink first!"

Mas Gun took a glass, drank some water, then handed the glass back to me.

"Why the hell?" ask Gun again.

Tika poked my arm, I turned towards her. Then he blinked one eye, as if giving a code not to be frank with Mas Gun.

"Anu mas's. We were, emmm. Anu, we were.." I don't know what reason to say.

"We woke up lo mas. Because of maghrib. It's not good to sleep in maghrib." sambar Tika.

"Aaahh yes. We all wake up. To the extent that Kang Ujang who again checks the water tower helps wakein lo. You end up sleeping like a fainting person." I added.

The look on Mas Gun's face seemed to not believe what Tika and I explained.

"Yes mas. I was passing by the front of the room, where the Dek Adi room was dark. Coincidentally Dek Adi came home, so I helped wake up Mas Gun." Kang Ujang reasoned.

"Really?" tanya Mas Gun brief. He looked at us one by one.

"Yes right dong. Lie time. Isn't that Tik?" sahutku.

"Eh. Emm, i-iya mas." Tika.

Finally after Mas Gun really realized and believed what we said, Tika and Kang Ujang were saying goodbye. I sat in the front room, while Mas Gun performed the Maghrib prayer, at a time that soon entered Isya.

"In, where the hell are you? Very long." said Mas Gun while folding prayer mats and sarongs.

"Once the same deal, Tika mas. Ordinary, speaking of college assignments." I replied accordingly.

"Talking college assignments? You know, you're different faculties, different majors again. Why did I meet with the assignment." reply Mas Gun.

"Well, I mean, Tika was wondering my college assignment was stagnant, because it ran out of book material. He volunteered to help." I replied origin.

"Yes I know college assignments often stagnate. But do you connect, majors lo same Tika?"

"Jump up anyway. If you don't connect, go ahead."

"Halaaahh, your reason. Tell me to pedekate with Tika." said Mas Gun.

I just had a big smile.

"Emm, mom. Can I ask you something?" my spoken.

"Ask aja. Very stiff, use all permission." said Mas Gun while stirring coffee.

I was silent for a moment, my brain was stringing the right questions for Mas Gun.

"Lho, how come you're dumb? He said he wanted something. What do you want to ask Di?" mas Gun.

"Emm, yes. Gini mas, the time of sleep earlier, about what dreams mas?" askaku.

Mas Gun glanced at me.

"You want to ask that?" said Mas Gun.

"Hehehehehe. Yes, that was it first. Later if less in addition to the question." I said.

"Ckckk. I want to ask you what, I asked you about my dreams. It is very important the story of my dreams" said Mas Gun.

"But for a moment, I remember what a dream was" said Mas Gun as his eyes glanced at the ceiling of the room.

I'm waiting for the story.

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Mas Gun is still trying to remember his dream.

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I'm still quiet.

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"What mas? Long thought!" my tukas.

"Mbok and sabaaarr. His name is also remembered, do not know how long can remember."

I kept quiet again, waiting for Mas Gun's dream story full of hope.

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"Gini Di," he opened the story, I'm sumringah.

"I didn't sleep like I had a dream" said Mas Gun.

"Yyahahhh. Deeeehh. I've been waiting a long time, not yearya lo not dream." I said limply.

"Hahaahaha. Why are you so curious about my dream Di? Haha."

"Yes, you know. Emm, you were sleeping that way. Your mouth is like a joke. That's why I insist on knowing what dreams are." I explained.

"Huh? I'm ngigau? The hell time is Di?" ask Mas Gun as if in disbelief.

"What am I lying about. There is no benefit for me." I said.

"Keep, what was your dream maaaas?" I asked back.

"Yes yes, I tell my dream story." replied Mas Gun while sipping coffee. Before starting the story. Gun burned a cigarette. Then suck it up, and blow the smoke up.

"Gue dreams of meeting women in a garden or forest. His face was not very clear, because the atmosphere was a bit dark and vague. But all I remember is that girl's hair is curly shoulder to shoulder." Gun started to tell stories.

"Continue?" my many.

"What else is the continuation. Duh, I kind of forgot about Di." Gun tries to remember his dream.

I am still waiting for the continuation of the story.

"The voice was slow, like a whisper. But it sounds obviously strange." added Mas Gun.

"How else?" I asked back.

"Emm, as I recall. Emm, this is what I remember. I kind of forgot about it." explained Mas Gun.

"Gue didn't want to go near the woman when she called me. Emm, the point is I'm not that samperin girl. But I was talking to him."

"What's? At a chat? What is it that you talk about?" I asked who was more curious.

"What is it? For a moment I try to remember again." reply Mas Gun. It seemed like Mas Gun had completely forgotten his dream. He tries hard to remember every detail of his dreams.

"Di, does it have to be in a story? You are so curious about my dream story, right?" ask Mas Gun.

"The worse! I am very curious about mas. The vow! You have to tell me, there are no exceptions." I replied with a smile on his feet.

"Aaahh, I'm just trying to. Oh, I remember first. Make PR a child!" sahut Mas Gun with a little grunt.

"Your dreams can be a key clue" I said.

"Hahaahaha. Start ngaco again nih son. Woi, dreams are key. Dreams are dreams Adiii. Hahahahahaha." said Mas Gun while awake.

"Udah, don't comment on most of my opinions. Remember your dreams. The chunky!" my speech.

Mas Gun grunt.

I'm still faithfully waiting for the continuation of the dream story of Mas Gun. I grabbed a pack of cigarettes lying on the floor, I took a stick, and I burned it. I exhaled a thin smoke upwards. My curiosity's blowing up no crazily.

"I remember now!" said Mas Gun surprised me.

"What mas? What's the story, mas? What are you talking about?" I strapped Mas Gun with a question.

"Lighten up at ease." Mas Gun says kalem.

"Let's continue the story." I asked.

"All I remember is that woman asked me. Do you know Adi? How close am I to Adi? The rest I forgot. He just asked if it wasn't wrong." explained Mas Gun.

Recognize me? And how close are we to me? What does implied mean?

"Keep answering what?" my many.

"Yes, I know and I'm a close friend. Then the second question I answered was very close, we are like brothers. We're a village, a school, now a boarding house. I replied again, I've been hanging out with Adi for a long time." explained Mas Gun.

Gun answered like that? Wasn't yesterday he had delirious too and the dialogue was exactly the same as the one he just told. Twice he was delirious and seemed to talk.

"So, is there anything else?" I'm still curious about Mas Gun's behavior banging his forehead against the wall.

"Emm, what else? Looks like it's all, that's all." replied Mas Gun.

That's all Gun remembers. Let it be, free to force if it turns out he does not remember the whole story of his dream.

"Eh mas, do you feel there are parts of your body that hurt? That pain, pain, or twitching." I drew an answer from Mas Gun.

"Sick body parts? Your question has long been getting worse at. Indeed why the hell? Have you moved to medical school now? Wear ask sick everything." said Mas Gun.

"Hehehehe. This is an additional question from me. No, you don't need to complain! Your job is to answer. Answer the!" my tukas.

"A sick body part?" Mas Gun touched all parts of his body, from head to toe.

"There's no one. Uh anyhow, my head's a little dizzy this anyway. Why is it Di? Can you do ngobatin?" ask Mas Gun.

"Hehehehe. I can't even talk to people. Emmm, head huh? When you dream, what happens in your dream? I mean, after chatting with that woman, what are you doing?"

Mas Gun scratched his chin slowly, his gaze sharp. Clearly, he was thinking hard recalling his dream.

"Not in. I don't remember anymore. Plis, don't make me remember the dream. My head becomes more and more dizzy later." replied Mas Gun.

All right, enough info from Mas Gun. In conclusion, twice Mas Gun delirious and dreaming, twice also he got the same question and the answer that was thrown was the same. I can't figure out why he hit his head against the wall.

"Judah if you don't remember anymore" I said.

Now, my next task is to ask Kang Ujang. Kang Ujang who first saw Mas Gun was acting strangely like that. I'd better see Kang Ujang tomorrow.

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Mas Gun had just returned, he had come out to buy some food. We are still sitting in the front room. Mas Gun cool bribing rice rames with jumbo portions with three kinds of side dishes. Omelet, orek tempe, and potato balado. Not to forget two fish crackers as a companion.

Tonight the wind blows again. Invigorating. My mind was fixed on the increasingly strange behavior of Mas Gun behind this. Starting from the disappearance of Mas Gun that night. His body had dropped due to vomiting, and now sleep is often delirious.

My head turned towards Tika's room. Her room lights are out, maybe she and Yuli are asleep.

"Well, look at Tika's room? Kangen huh? Hehehehehe." ledek Mas Gun with shiny lips exposed to oil.

I just smile.

"Tomorrow to meet at. Just patience. But if people are like that again. A second did not see me feel a month. Hehehehe." Gun is back.

Kraukk. It bites fish crackers. Her voice is loud.

"Apaan the mas. Not like you imagine. I'm the same Tika is just a close friend." I said while enjoying the wind that blew my body.

"Yes friend. You think more than friends is also okay Di. Tika is single. I think it's legitimate." said Mas Gun.

I don't chimed in on Mas Gun's chatter about my interest in Tika. I just kept quiet, looking out at the hostel while enjoying the coffee and the gentle night breeze blowing on my body.

Mas Gun has finished a pack of rames rice and two fish crackers. After taking out the trash and washing his hands, he again sat down at his original place. Gun burned a cigarette. Then burp strongly. The sound of the compounds is similar to the sound of a buffalo. Real strong.

"Eh At. That's a picture you took of an empty house there hasn't been returned, has it?" asked Mas Gun while wiping the sweat on his forehead.

Gosh darn. I forget.

"Oh yes. I forgot my mas. Tomorrow I leave it to Kang Ujang, let him return to the house." I reply.

"Yee, why would you go to Kang Ujang? You should have turned yourself into that house. Whose picture is it? Try here I see! I wonder."

I got up from my seat, taking photos in an already fragile wooden frame. Then hand it over to Mas Gun.

Mas Gun was silent. His eyes fixed staring at the photo of the woman in the frame.

"Why?" my many.

Suddenly Mas Gun's eyes widened. Lips vibrate. Hands shaking. His face was frightened.

"Mas. Why are you mas?" I asked, I was astonished by what happened to Mas Gun all of a sudden.

"Mas. Is it okay?" ask again.

Gun did not answer. He just kept staring at the photo he was holding.

"Mas, why the hell?"

Mas Gun looked at me. He swallowed.

"Di" called.

"Yes, why? Why the hell lo?" ask again.

"I-this is a picture of who-is-in?" ask Mas Gun nervously.

"I don't know, I just took it from that empty house. Indeed why?"

"Who are these women?" Gun asked again.

"Gue doesn't know. I'll ask Kang Ujang tomorrow. Why is it mas?" many of you are still amazed by the behavior of Mas Gun.

Mas Gun looked back at the photo he was holding. Again he swallowed.

"These women, yes-who came to my dreams this afternoon Di." said Mas Gun.

Deg deg deg deg deg. My heart was beating rapidly.