Room No.11B
Part. 19

My daydream was broken by the sound of a motor coming from the direction of the garage. The man who lives in room 11. He honked his motor horn, as if to greet me, I just nodded my head.

The bike is parked right in front of room 11e. He opened the helmet, then hung it on the rear view of the motorcycle.

"Alone bang?" shouted at me.

"Yes. Just come home bang?" i retaliated.

The man just smiles. He walked towards me.

"Tumben alone bang? Usually there's a temen." asked 11e, then sat not far from me.

"Yes bang, yesterday abis ngerjain task. So on nginep here." I replied.

"Oh college boy. What faculty?" tanyanya back.

"Economy bang, Sharia Economics department."

"Gawe bang home?" my many.

"Yes bang, gawe-gawean. Hahahaha" he laughed.

"Gawean-gauwean? Does anybody? Hahahaha." I responded.

"Haha. There is aja bang. By the way you can't copy?" tanyakanya.

"Copy bang. Young people should copy. Hehehehe." I replied.

"Rigid. Not long ago, I made coffee." I haven't had time to answer, he darted towards his room, 11e.

Before long, the 11e man came with two cups of black coffee. The aroma of coffee is strong and fragrant. Aah, the smell of coffee can indeed make me calm down.

"The coffee is bang." he thrusts a small cup of clear. Then sit across from me.

"Thank you bang." I said.

"Casual bang. Drink his coffee bang. As for me, finally here there is a chat. Hahahaha." said the 11e man.

This man was friendly and quickly familiar, his stature was rather thin. Hair straight. Pinched nose. Thick eye brows.

"Emang all this time no talk?" my many.

"This used to be a special kost girl bang. Not long ago finally accepted the girl guy." he explained.

"Have you? How long have you been boarding here?" my many.

"Hahahaha, I am old. The point has been a long time" he replied.

"Don't call me brother, you're older. I'm Adi bang." I said.

"93 bang." I replied.

"Anjrite! Far away." he said.

"What year is it?" my many.

"No ah. Hahaahaha. Yes, just old. You should call me Bang Oji means."

Tonight I chatted with Bang Oji till late. He told me a lot about Kost Pak Thamrin. Bang Oji's been boarding here ten years. Because there is still a brother relationship with the late Mr. Thamrin, so Bang Oji is allowed to host here.

Mr. Thamrin died ten years ago, just the first day Bang Oji set foot in this boarding house. According to the story of Bang Oji, the deceased died from a disease that never healed. Some even say, the deceased got used to it.

"Do you want to drink the coffee?" Bang Oji offers.

"It doesn't need to bang. No deh. Thats enough. I'll stay up late, I can bother." I refused.

"OK deh. It's eleven o'clock, tomorrow we continue to talk again." said Bang Oji.

"Ready bang. Your coffee is so delicious. Thanks." I responded.

"Either. I'm pulling it out." Bang Oji returned to his room. I went into the room too.

Lock the room door. I'm putting my body on the bed. Kuhela took a long breath. Thankfully, for a moment I could forget about Bagas and the footprints.

The tring!

A message from Mas Gun? Tumben once night-night she chat.

-*Heat lo?-

-Sehat. Sampeyan piye's? Sehat*?- I reply.

-*Sehat. When can I get started? Wkwk

-Monggo. Free*-

-......-

Mas Gun doesn't reply anymore.

Eyes heavy. Body's tired. And I fell asleep too.

Uh, what is this? Suddenly everything went dark. I can't see. I screamed loudly. Oh, my God, I can't hear my voice. I tried to scream, but it didn't sound like anything. I woke up, my hands groping, hoping to find something. Blank. There's nothing.

I walked slowly, while still fumbling around. I kept yelling, but it still didn't sound anything. Suddenly I heard the sound of a cat meowing. Samar but clear. Where did the cat sound from? I walked following the origin of the voice. The longer it sounds noisy. Sounds like dozens of cats meowing at each other.

I closed my ears tightly, but the sound of dozens of cats was still heard. More and more noise. Everything still looks dark. I can't take it anymore. My eardrum feels like it's about to break. I screamed so loud.