Room No.11B
Part. 31

The funeral of our late friend Bagas is over. Flowers on the sow on the mound of his tomb. Family, relatives, and friends are present at the funeral. I saw Mamah Bagas still hit with the departure of Bagas, he cried bitterly while hugging a tombstone stuck on the ground.

I felt a deep sadness at the passing of my friend. Can't believe what it was like, a new feeling yesterday that he was staying in my room. We did a lot of work together at the library. Now he leaves us forever.

Some people have left Bagas' tomb. It's still crowded, I don't want to leave. Me and Yuda and a few classmates stood at the very back.

"In, yuk back." Yuda nudged my hand.

I nodded slowly, and said "Lo first to the car. I'll be in a minute."

Yuda left me, and some of his classmates came along.

I stared at the mound of grave earth in front of me. Gas, I hope you calm down. If anyone wants you to tell me, plis do not come with a creepy appearance huh. I got scared. I muttered in my heart. And left the tomb.

I walked slowly towards the parking lot, passing through the rows of tombs on my right and left. The cemetery is clean and very well maintained. Seen from the rows of tombs neatly lined up, to the weeds that are always cleaned.

Smoke of burning garbage billowed in the corner of the cemetery end. The smoke was white, and two janitors were burning dry leaf litter. The corner of my right eye accidentally saw a white figure, I turned to the right. Slender. I turned to look at the tomb of Bagas who was still filled with people. I also walked back to the parking lot.

Seett's..

This time the corner of my left eye that caught the brunt of the white figure shot out. I looked to the left. Again there was nothing, just a line of tombs I saw. Ah shit, what the hell is bothering me, I murmured in my heart.

Triiinngg

Oh, my God, just surprise. Ringing cell phone. Yudas. He must have called me because I didn't come. I answered the call of Yuda.

"The old woi. Yuk. My stomach is hungry." said Yuda.

"Yes yes, this is also the way to the parking lot. The kids are still there?" I asked my classmate.

"Udah on the back. Lo pinched the path in"

"This is me cep.."

My speech came to a halt when I vaguely saw the figure of Bagas wearing a shroud, right beside a frangipani tree. It was about fifty meters in front of me. Bagas was wrapped in a white shroud, his eyes were sad. Her nostrils are covered in cotton.

Stalled steps. I read the seat in my heart.

"Gas, I know there's something you want to tell me. But I ask for help, come at the right time and don't be creepy. I hope I can help you." I closed my eyes.

When I opened my eyes, the figure of Bagas with a shroud was no longer visible. I also walked quickly to the parking lot.

***

Two days passed, since the funeral Bagas my life feels uninspired. I don't know how I felt, I really lost a friend. College wasn't quiet, sometimes it just came back to what I've seen lately. Yeah, the creepy figure of Bagas. Then the figure of Bagas with a shroud. Damn, my life is not as good as it used to be.

After college, I sat alone in front of the class. I'm squawking on the floor, leaning against the wall. Look at a black potted plant. My mind is dim, empty, gray.

"Adiii." Someone called me from the left. I also looked towards the voice.

A kemala?

I wiggled, did he really call me? Ah, it doesn't feel possible. But there's no one else here but me.

"Lo call me?" my many.

"Who else is Adi? Yayit."

"Why La?" I got up from my seat.

"Here dong!" call Kemala.

I approached Kemala. It itself? Tumben, not usually himself.

"Why?" my many.

"In the classroom, it's UTS Sharia Accounting right?" ask Kemala.

"Udah this morning. Why?" ask again.

"The answer is very flat. No exclamation ah." he said while pouting slightly.

Oh my God, this girl is so sweet. Her eyes are beautiful, her eyebrows are quite dense, her eyelashes are plump. The nose is not too sharp, and the cheeks are slightly puffy. Wearing veil. His body is not too high. Today he wears a black yellow plaid shirt, and blue dongker jeans.

I need to calm down. Relax Di, just relax.

I muttered in my heart.

"Well, how should I answer?" my many.

"What cake!" Kemala was still a little pouting.

My face lowered, my right hand placed in front of my stomach. Then I said,

"Please ask His Majesty's permission. What can I tell His Holiness Kemala about UTS Sharia Accounting?"

"Hahahahaha," Kemala laughed out loud at my style.

Kemala, a C-class student. I've known him since the New Student Orientation. And we happen to be a group. Her son was jolly and happy to joke. Usually, everywhere he was always with three friends. It's like a gang. However, it is very tumben this afternoon he himself.

"Hahahahaha, you think I'm the queen?" said it.

"Lho, right lo queen La. The Queen of the White Crocodile. Hahahahaha." I said.

"Hahahahahaha, suzzana dong me! Hahahaha." he replied.

We talked in front of the class this afternoon, not long. Because it is the hour of Kemala UTS Sharia Accounting class. He hit me hard, a sign of retreat.

"Chat me sometime" he said from the front of the class.

"Okay, Your Majesty." I shouted.

"Lo still keeps my number, right?" ask Kemala from the front of his class.

I'm giving a thumbs up. Kemala replied with a sweet smile, then entered the classroom.