Room No.11B
Part. 167

Uh, baby's crying?

Where'sme?

Why does everything look dark?

"Mas Guuun's. Mas. Don't joke, man!" my yelling.

Owee owee

His crying voice was very loud.

I opened my eyes slowly.

Where'sme?

Uh. In the car? I sat in the back of the car. The sound of crying babies still sounded very loud and as if close.

I looked to the left.

Athaghfirullah!

I was surprised to see a beautiful woman sitting next to me. He leaned against the seat and looked weak. Her skin was as pale as cotton. Both of his hands were clutching his stomach.

The blood?

The cloth he was wearing was wet with blood. It was clearly depicted on her white calf, a stream of blood flowing from the base of her thigh. This woman grimaced in pain occasionally.

Suddenly he glanced at me. I shiver in fear.

The woman's lips moved as if saying something. But I can't hear what he's saying.

His eyes moved under his feet. The blood was still flowing, looking fresh and smelling rancid.

I looked at his feet.

I jumped in surprise. When I saw the body of the baby covered in blood. His umbilical cord is still attached. The baby was crying with his eyes still closed.

Suddenly the woman was crying.

From outside the car, I saw another woman walking. He's getting closer to the car. Opening the car door with a smile on his lips. The car door where the woman beside me opened. Then the woman took the baby from the woman's legs beside me. The umbilical cord in the baby that is still attached is pulled by the woman who takes the baby until it breaks. The car door closed again.

The woman next to me was silent with her eyes closed.

I can't speak of seeing everything happen in front of my eyes.

The woman holding the baby then went into my room. Whahuh? My room? Room 11b. That's my room!

Where'sme?

Realized, I'm in the garage of Nek Iyah's house.

Before entering the room, he stopped his steps. He looked back. Looking at the car, I sat in it. The woman smiled haughtily while holding the baby. The umbilical cord in the baby's stomach dangles, occasionally dripping blood. Then the woman came in and was not seen again.

Who's the lady?

I looked at the woman sitting next to me.

Gone off? The beautiful woman beside me is gone.

"Hehehehehehe." there was a sound of laughter.

I was again surprised when I saw a pair of men and women sitting on the front bench. The man sits in the steering wheel, while the woman sits next to him.

They laugh incessantly.

"Hehehehehe. Prepare boy. Get ready." the man said in a hoarse voice.

"Awhile more. Any minute. Hehehehe." women say.

I was silent I could not say.

Suddenly, the man and woman looked back. He looked at me with a grinning smile and looked savage.

It!

It!

That's Steve and the woman who died from the crash!

I shuddered in fear.

Their faces were exactly like when I saw them in the hospital.

Steve with a gaping hole in his forehead all the way to his nose. From inside the hole, fresh blood flowed. Her eyes widened. He smiled savagely at me. The veins and veins on his face were visible, protruding bluish in color. The woman next to Steve was the same.

"Prepare. Get prepared. Be prepared." Steve kept saying that.

"Awhile more. Any minute. In a moment." the woman said.

"Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!" I screamed with all my might.

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"A. Woi Di's. Why Di? Adi."

I woke up with a breath.

I saw Mas Gun in front of me. His face looks worried.

"Lo why Di? Horrible dream?" ask Mas Gun.

My throat feels dry.

"Istighfar Di. Istighfar." tell Mas Gun.

"What time is it?" my many.

Mas Gun saw his phone.

"Hour three. Wake In. Tahajud sana!" tell Mas Gun.

I'm nodding.

Then get out of the bed and go to the bathroom for ablution. I pray tahajud four rakaat. After that, I prayed to Almighty God. He asks for strength and protection. Suddenly the ring I was wearing gave off a blue light.

I thought after praying. The ring again gave off a blue light. Now it's brighter.

After that, I saw the prayer mat and a sheath. I sat in the front room. Mas Gun seemed to have just finished praying. He was still wearing a sarong and his face still looked wet with ablution water.

I took a glass of water, downing it quickly.

"What dream are you?" ask Mas Gun.

"Aneh Mas's. I don't know, the dream just got weird or a clue." I replied.

"What dream?"

I told you about my dream. A frail-looking woman and a baby were brought into this room by another woman. Also about the victim of the red kuntilanak collision who kept telling me to get ready and say in a minute.

"If the woman holding the baby what does it mean? Not until my brain feels." said Mas Gun.

"Maybe if the figure of Mas Steve and the woman said that you have to be prepared and soon, it could mean there will soon be an attack from the red kuntilanak and his army. Didn't you? That's why you have to get ready at." said Mas Gun.

Sure. That must be the meaning of my dream. But what does it mean to dream of a woman bringing a baby into my room?

"Mas, is it possible that the woman carrying the baby entered our room that means the baby from Nyai Asih was buried in this room. Doesn't it make sense? Because Kang Ujang once said, that Nyai Asih has a beautiful face and clean white skin. You could say the village flower at that time." I said.

Gun looked to think.

"Hmmm. It makes sense that it turns out Nyai Asih's baby grave is in this room. The question is, who's the woman holding the baby?" sahut Mas Gun's.

I kept thinking.

Gun thought down.

We were quiet long enough. Thinking in my heart, who was the woman holding the baby into my room.

Ctakk. I snap a finger.

Gun was surprised.

"What's On?" ask Mas Gun.

"Bi Tati's! May the figure of the woman in my dream who holds the baby is Bi Tati." said I.

"Why did you say it was Bi Tati?" ask Mas Gun.

"Maybe yes. This is just a possibility. It can be wrong." I said.

"Yes what?"

"Previously before the building of boarding rooms, this area is a warehouse where to store goods. And according to Kang Ujang, in our room this used to be the place of Mbak Gendis in pasung. It could be our room is a place to bury the baby's body. Maybe even a place to bury the bodies of Mbak Gendis and Mbak Ajeng also." I replied.

"A lot of possibilities anyway? You know who can get answers from who about Nyai Asih's baby grave?" ask Mas Gun.

I nodded slowly.

"Kang Ujang!" me and Mas Gun at the same time mentioned Kang Ujang's name.