Room No.11B
Part. 21

The dawn prayer rang from a distance and sounded faint. I still can't believe Bang Oji's story is silent. Bang Oji looked at me in wonder.

"In, why Di?" tanyakanya.

I'm still quiet.

Then he said, "Gue still doesn't believe the same thing you told him earlier."

"It's up to you to believe anything. I'll tell you the truth." replied Bang Oji.

I went back to silence, briefly recalling the figure of the shabby white-clad woman standing before the door. Maybe I saw it wrong? Also, the dozens of cats I saw at that time were they dead too? Hahahahaha, I laughed in my heart. Have I seen a ghost cat? Hahahahaha, I laughed again in my heart.

"Lo why smile like that?"

"No, I thought of something." I replied.

"What?" tanya Bang Oji is short.

"If the one who has the front house has died, and it turns out that yesterday I saw his ghost. Means the cat I saw yesterday, ghost also dong. Hahahahaha." I laughed out loud after explaining the nyeleneh theory.

Bang Oji laughed too.

"Udah, don't think about it anymore. There suhan! I went back to my room." Bang Oji was very happy.

"OK bang. Thanks for the bang."

Bang Oji left me with a million questions in my brain. Be jam-packed. Full up. There's hardly any room.

I went to the bathroom, to ablaze. Perhaps with the dawn prayer, my mind could be calmer. It's possible, if this head is washed in water, Bagas for a moment I can forget.

The morning prayers were finished, I folded the sarong and prayer mats. I sat in the front room. I saw Bagas's bag and shirt in the corner of the room. Sprawled since yesterday. Where's pal? Where did he go that night?

Today I went to college and only one class. Shit, why does it have to be like this. But it's okay, I can relax more. I made a cup of coffee, then sat in front of my room as I continued reading my favorite novel.

The morning sun is not like yesterday. The light looks timid. Not as warm as yesterday. Maybe last night the air felt colder, until the dew dropped so thick. This morning feels so good.

Triiiigg..

Cellphone's ringing. Ani's sister? What's wrong with me calling me this early. I saw the clock, 07:05.

"Assalamualaikum mbak." I said.

"Waalaikumsalam, piye kabare Di?"

"Your mother is well thank God. At, when are you off for college?" ask Ani.

"What's wrong mbak? How, suddenly ask me off."

"Em, piye huh?"

"Ono opo toh mbak?" my many.

"In, I just want to tell you. Don't you think about it?" Ani's mother made me curious.

"What's wrong mbak? What news?" my feelings are a little tense.

"Di, em, um, your mbah died last night Di." after giving the news, Mbak Ani's cry broke.

My chest's tight. My tears are spilling. I ran into the room. I cried roaring. My dear grandmother is now gone. Shaded by his shady face, his smile that made a melt. I don't know what to do.

Grab my phone. I'm calling back Ani's mother.

"Mr.. Ma'am Ani, when is mbah...want at.makam..kan?" I asked with a stitch.

"God willing this afternoon. Do you want to go home?" ask Ani.

I was silent, my tears were still pouring out.

"Di, you just pray yes. For nothing, you don't have to go home. I understand you, because you're in Jakarta." Ani's mother calms me down.

"I, i, yes" I replied in a cry.

"Yowes, you be careful. Don't be so sad. God willing, the Father is calm."

"Mbak's awe."

"Mother greetings to you. Take good care of yourself. Assalamualaikum."

"Geggih mbak, greetings also to the same mother father. The waalaikumsalam."

I lay my body on the bed. Weak feeling. Hearing the news from Mbak Ani made my world as colorless. There's no rainbow. Not felt, tears came back from the end of my eyes.

Mbah, I'm sorry I couldn't go to your final resting place.