Room No.11B
Part. 17

"Snick Di, this is weird. Our eyes don't look wrong, do they?" Judah still could not believe what he had just seen.

"My eyes are healthy too." I said.

If dozens of cats were brought in by their master, how could they disappear in an instant. Big question marks hang in my brain.

"Udahlah, let us go to my boarding house. Don't think about it anymore Da." ask me.

We also headed to Nek Iyah's house, I did not think about the dozens of cats that disappeared in an instant. Ah shit, why so many strange things this end. Starting from the papasan with a strange grandfather who suddenly disappeared, the sound of crying babies every three hours of the night, Bagas who went somewhere, and this time the cat. Whatisthis?

"Assalamualaikum Nek Iyah," I knocked on the door of Nek Iyah's house.

As usual, there is no answer.

"Assalamualaikuuumm." This time my voice was louder.

Again, no answer.

"Open the door on! Once again your hostess is behind." tell Yuda.

"It's not polite ah."

"Assalamaikuumm. Nek, Nek Iyaaahh." call me.

And still no answer.

I looked around the terrace, there was a glass window covered in dark brown curtains. I approached the window, there was a gap from the curtain that was not tightly closed. I peeked.

God, I'm surprised not playing. As soon as I peeked out from the gap of the curtain, the face of a woman with a tapered face with pale skin and long unraveled hair was visible. I fell down. Yuda was surprised to see me fall.

"In, why Di?" Yuda helped me wake up.

"It's okay Da."

"Lo see what's on?" ask Yuda.

"There's a girl inside. His face is Da serem." I whispered to Yuda.

"Huh, who's really in? You see the devil?" ask Yuda.

"It's not like it's. Wait, I see again." I went back to the window, I wanted to see another long-haired woman from the curtain.

"Hey, what are you guys doing?" scream someone.

A short man, wearing a T-shirt bearing the party logo and shabby jeans stood in front of the porch of Nek Iyah's house. Where did this man come from?

"Eh, eng, don't do anything" I replied stuttering.

"Yes, we want to meet the hostess" Yuda added.

"You want to meet the hostess, but how do you feel?" ask the man.

"I greet you from now on, only no one answered you" I replied as I moved away from the window.

"If not answered, don't look!" said the man with a sniff.

"Gini mas, I want to see Nek Iyah. I'm the hostess in room 11b." I said.

"Ooh, you're Adi, right?" ask the man.

"Yes right."

"You said yesterday to Nek Iyah I made your room dirty right?" tanyanya back.

"Eh, um, yes, yes" I replied unwell.

This man was named Ujang. Assistants working at Nek Iyah's house.

"Wait a minute I'll call Nek Iyah. Sit down first." tell Ujang.

I sat with Judah waiting for Nek Iyah to come. Before long, Nek Iyah came out in the follow Ujang behind him.

"You want to get the keys to the deck?" ask Nek Iyah.

"Yes Grandma, I want to ask Nek Iyah" I replied.

"Oh, I'll take the key for a minute." Nek Iyah went back inside.

Ujang sat in front of us. Her skin was ripe sapodilla, a thin whisker decorating above her lips. Her hair was curled, looking a little messy. He's about thirty years old.

"Mas, sorry mas. Yesterday I reported to Nek Iyah about my room being dirty with footprints." I apologized to Ujang.

"Nothing, at first I was accused of making dirty rooms hostesses. But, Nek Iyah already knows my work from the beginning. It would be impossible for me to do that" he replied.

"But not Mas Ujang who made my room dirty?" askaku. Yuda just silently watched.

"It's not deck. Finish I betulin water faucet, floor adek room I wipe again. Because I've been pacing back and forth, afraid it's dirty."

"Especially until the footprints are full of mud, as adek said." he continued.

"Well, who's footprints?" i'm amazed.

"What are his footprints?" ask Ujang.

I thought for a moment.

"It's not too big." I replied.

Ujang got up from his seat, opened the water faucet in front of Nek Iyah's house, then wet his feet. Then make footprints in front of the terrace of Nek Iyah's house.

"This is big, isn't it?" point it at the footprints.

"Eh, not so much mas. Smaller, more like a girl's footprints in my opinion. Because it's small." I explained.

"That's not me deck."

My brain is getting full of question marks. Plus, muddy footprints in my room the other day. What's the matter?