Room No.11B
Part. 164

"Assalamualaikum" I said as I entered the room.

Mas Gun is playing a game on his phone.

He immediately removed the headset.

"Where In? What did the police say?" ask Mas Gun.

I sat leaning my body against the wall of the room. Legs Ielonjukkan. Ah, cozy.

"Alhamdulillah. Yuda is innocent. Evidently Yuda does not sell junk cars. The police have investigated the car used by the victim until they meet the mechanic who checked Yuda's car." I explained.

"Continue?"

"Yes, it proved not to be a problem in his car. The police also said that there were several factors causing the accident" I said.

"What are the factors?" ask Gun again.

"Between the drivers are sleepy, and could be driving under the influence of alcohol or drugs" I replied.

"Alhamdulillah. Is Judah going home?"

"Udah. He drove me to the front of the alley. Yuda greetings also to you." I said.

Mas Gun nodded.

"Have you eaten at?" ask Mas Gun.

"Udah Mas's. You're eating?" askaku.

"Yet. I waited for you to come, afraid he had not eaten. If you've eaten, I'll buy food for myself."

I'm ready to take a shower. Mas Gun went out of the boarding house to buy food. While taking a bath, my brain thought about Grandpa Halim's message during the dream. I have to be careful with the people closest to me. Who does Grandpa Halim mean? Damnit. Why is there a puzzle that makes me dizzy thinking about it.

After the bath, I prayed Isya. Gun has not yet returned to buy food. Where did he go to find food?

I sat in the front room. My room door was wide open. The wind gushed into the room. Cools. I haven't seen Kang Ujang, Nek Iyah, and the other hostesses in a few days. Ela and Dini. Where'd they? What were they that were once called conspiracies by Grandpa Badrun?

The sound of Mas Gun's motor was heard in the distance. He came with a bag of plastic rice wrap.

"Where to eat Mas? It's been a long time." I asked.

"I started my campus muter-muter. At the end of it buy fried rice." replied Mas Gun.

Mas Gun sat down, opening the fried rice wrap. Thin smoke billowed once the wrapper was opened. Looks seductive. But my stomach was too full to taste. Fried rice looks brown, the oil looks shimmering. An omelet with a green onion leaf garnish appears wide covering some of the rice. There's a pinch of pickled cucumber and carrot on the rim. Plus a pack of colorful white crackers on the edges.

"Why do you see that? Wanna?" Mas Gun offers.

"Not Mas. I am full." I replied.

Mas Gun started to bribe the fried rice.

"Eh Di, I met Kang Ujang in front of the alley. He asked you for news." said Mas Gun while chewing fried rice.

"Kang Ujang asked me about my news? So tumben. Keep saying what?" my many.

"Yes I said fine. I told you you were sick."

"Continue?" ask again.

"Continue what? There is no more. That's it." said Mas Gun.

"Kang Ujang didn't say anything else?" my many.

Mas Gun cut an omelet with the tip of a spoon. Collect it together with fried rice and a few pieces of pickled cucumber. Then bribed.

"No. He just asked you for news." replied Mas Gun.

"At college tomorrow?" ask Mas Gun.

"lectures. Why Mas?" my many.

"Bareng yes. I haven't been in college for a long time."

What is the closest person that Halim's grandfather meant, Kang Ujang. It feels almost impossible. He was an outsider to Nek Iyah. Evidently when Pak Rahmat Family from Cirebon wanted to perform a ritual revenge on the red kuntilanak, he wanted us not to interfere. And refused to witness the ritual. Even Kang Ujang looked angry at Hendra.

Who's the closest guy to me?

My head thinks about it.

"God! Why the fuck is that Di? I'm so scared." scolded Mas Gun.

"Huh? A sour-headed? Not ah. Who's the dumbass?" tepisku.

"What's the matter again?" ask Mas Gun.

"Lo finished eating it. I'll tell you later." I reply.

Mas Gun quickly finished his meal. A packet of fried rice with an omelet has been ludes, lodged in his stomach. Mas Gun downed a glass of water. Then burp loudly.

"Well, it's gone. Let's hunt the story!" pinta Mas Gun's.

"Down with fried rice" I told you to.

Mas Gun grunt. He exited the room, tossing a pack of fried rice into the trash can in front of the room. And then sit in front of me.

"Udah. Story hunting!" doors again.

"Cigarettes first. Mouth does not taste good when you have not smoked." tell me.

"Lo anything Di, want to tell a lot of conditions." grumbled Mas Gun while taking a cigarette.

Gun burned his cigarette.

"Well, I've been smoking. Spout story!" tell it.

I smile.

Mas Gun threw a pack of cigarettes at me. He looks upset. I just grinned while making a cup of coffee.

"You want to tell a story about a really complicated child." Mas Gun grunt.

Coffee is done. Kuseruput. Delights.

"What else do you want? Eat already kelar, wrap rice has been thrown away, smoking already, make coffee already. Do you want to wash clothes first new story?" tukas Mas Gun's.

"Hehehehe. Okay-okay. I told you this story. Don't be angry dong, the handsome will be reduced you know." my pluck.

"Udah hunted story." pinta Mas Gun.

"So gini Mas. After I was with Yuda saw the bodies of the victims of the accident while in the hospital. Most likely that person became the victim for the red kuntilanak." I opened the story.

"Well, how can you? You sure Di?" tanya Mas Gun was surprised.

"Seeing from the characteristics of the bodies of the victims of the accident, the condition is exactly the same as the bodies of late Mbak Wati and the late Pak Rahmat" he explained.

"What are the conditions of the bodies of Mbak Wati and Pak Rahmat?" ask Gun again.

"His body stiffens. His eyes were wide. And his tongue stuck out. As well as veins all over his body protruding out." I explained.

"Hiiiiiyy. Serem is very Di."

"And more of a split. You know what Mas is?" my many.

Mas Gun shook his head.

"The victim will become the demit of the red kuntilanak followers."

Mas Gun gulped.

"That means, if it has become a demit of red kuntilanak followers then they will attack us." I said.

Mas Gun put out his cigarette. He took a stick back, then burned it.

"It's like it's finally Di?" ask Mas Gun.

"Yes. I and Tika have fought the demit Mbak Wati and Pak Rahmat. Then, soon there will be more demons attacking." I replied.

Mas Gun was silent.

"Continue?" ask Mas Gun.

"Ah I just remembered. It turned out that night before the accident. The victim was with a woman. The police got a report that the body of the woman whose condition was exactly the same as the victim of the accident. Like the conditions I described. After police checked the GPS installed in the car and cctv in several places, it was proven that the victim was with the woman at night. But the woman was escorted by the victim to a street. Whether it's the woman's street or not." I explained to Mas Gun.

"Continue?" ask Mas Gun.

"The woman died with the exact same body condition as the body condition of the accident victim."

Mas Gun sipped my coffee.

"So?" ask Gun again.

"So, there were two victims of the red kuntilanak collision. Which means.."

"There will be two demits ready to attack us. Huh yeah?" sahut Mas Gun's.

I'm nodding.

"Who's that woman in?" ask Mas Gun.

"Either. The police did not explain who the woman was." I replied.

Mas Gun was silent.

"We need to get ready. This isn't kidding. The red kuntilanak has devised a plan to attack us. What do you have plans?" ask Mas Gun.

"What plan is it? I have absolutely no plan. I just surrender to the Gusti of God." I replied.

"Lo's resigned?"

"Not Mas. I'm not resigned. I will fight as I can. I will not let the red kuntilanak become more so. But we need help from the Gusti Allah Mas. I'll be very ready, whenever the red kuntilanak comes." I reply.

Tok to tok.

We looked towards the door.

Tika was already standing in front of the door that was wide open.

"What the hell is this about? How am I not invited?" tika said with a flat face.

"Tik, you happen to come. Here in!" tell Mas Gun.

Tika sat down to join. We make a small circle.

"What's up?" ask Tika.

"Ware Tik. It's critical. Emergency." said Mas Gun.

Tika.

"What's wrong?" ask Tika.

"In, the story to Tika Di!" Mas Gun told me to.

"Yeeee, I'm kirain lo who wants to tell Tika." I said.

Mas Gun chuckled.

"Udah lo aja, if you are a more exciting story. Hehehe. When did you tell me? It will be stand up comedy. Hehehehe." said Mas Gun.

I let out a breath.