Room No.11B
Part. 39

My way was slow, looking down uninspired. I passed through the field behind the campus, this road I went through when I first found Kost Pak Thamrin. It's 20:10 now, but the road is deserted. I see at the end of the field there's just a bunch of guys hanging out. What a pleasure to gather in a dark place, I thought.

"Excuse me bang." I said hello as I passed by the group of men.

"Yoo." someone's reply.

"Woii, which child are you?" ask someone who is standing, his face invisible because it is dark.

I stopped my steps.

"The son of the back stall bang." I replied.

The man approached me.

"Campus boy?" ask the man. God, his mouth smells like alcohol.

"Yes bang, I'm a college boy."

"There's no money?" the man asked back.

"Oh, sorry I don't have a money bang." I replied flatly.

"Heh, you are nantangin me! If asked for a real answer!" the guy snapped at me.

"I'm sorry I don't have any money." I replied.

"Yee this is a brave boy." His right hand clasped the front collar of my shirt, his left hand clenched, ready to land the fist.

"Sorry, I don't have any money" I said fearfully.

"Ah much bacot lo!"

Bugg.

Fist landed on my left cheek. Pain felt. I fell down. The man overstretched my body, landing a few punches on my face. I can only protect my body with both hands.

"That's bang, my gosh." I said whimpering.

"It's Nal, it can die people's children." I heard someone stopped the man. The blow stopped. I lay helpless.

"Eat him be a son don't song lo!" the man cursed me.

Someone helped me wake up, maybe a friend of the guy's.

"Bad lo Nal, the son of a man is made like this. It's back there!"

Someone pushed me. I walked straight to the boarding house, I got away from the bunch of bad guys. Oh my God, what else is this? Why are there so many things I face today.

I walked in the alley, it was dark. My body is limp, there's no energy left. At the end of the street, right under the lamppost I saw someone standing still. I squinted my eyes to make them look clearer.

A grandparent?

I stopped my steps.

What am I supposed to do? The way forward, I met the grandfather. I went back to the back, I met a bunch of fucking guys. I'm silent for a moment. My brain can't think straight, probably because of a fist just now.

I continued on the road to the boarding house. My mind already said bodo very. With the remnants of the energy I had, I walked quickly. I passed right in front of the grandfather, my eyes just glancing. His sharp gaze pierced my eyes.

Thank God, there's nothing. I got past Grandpa.

"Hey, young man!"

Just about five steps I walked, the grandfather called me. My heart is beating fast, irregularly. I stopped stepping.

"Go from there!" the grandfather spoke out loud. I'm surprised I'm not playing.

I ran the ridge. Arriving at the boarding gate, I opened the gate quickly and I closed it again. Nek Iyah's house looks lonely. I ran to my room, past the yard and the mango tree, and then I passed the garage and the old sedan. In front of the room, I sat on my feet on the front porch.

Tired and tired nestled in my body. Pain running through my face. I looked towards Bang Oji's room, the door was tightly shut. His motorbike was parked unmoved in front of his room.

I stood up and opened my door. I swear to whatever, my body is no longer powered. Until I take off my shoes I can't feel it. The door of my room closed and I locked it, my body collapsed in the middle room. Last I saw, only my shirt was soiled with dust from that fucking guy's punch. After that, I fell asleep.

***

Eaaaa eaaa eaaa

My eyes were open, I realized. The sound of baby crying again. It's definitely three o'clock at night. I went back to sleep, I ignored the sound of the baby crying. My eyes are too tired, my body is too tired. I fell asleep again too.

***

So fragrant. The money I've never met before. What is this smell? I saw a woman, standing behind me. Wearing a long red dress. Her hair was long. I walked over to the woman. Keep me walking. Strange, I can't get close to that woman. My legs were getting tired, but I kept walking. Not getting closer, the woman in a red dress even away. And getting away.

I stopped walking, my feet were sore.

Sreet.

Whatisthis? Something's swaying my hip. I looked down at my hips. I was surprised, a pair of wrinkled hands with long black nails embracing my hips. I brushed it off, pulling this hand away. But the embrace is getting stronger. I screamed as loud as he could. But my voice did not come out of my mouth.

This pair of hands continued to embrace my hips, the grip getting stronger. I can't take it off. And now that this hand is spreading to my stomach slowly, I keep trying to let go of the embrace. In fact, his long nails started to pierce my stomach. Be ill. I could feel these nails piercing into my stomach. Slowly. Blood pouring out of the nail. I tried to scream with all my might, but my voice was inaudible.

Instantly dark. My eyes can see nothing. But my hip still hurts from the prick of my nails.

"Tolooooooonngg!" uh, I can scream. My voice out.

"Tolooooooonngg.. Ibuu.. Ayaaaah."

My eyes were open, my breathing was irregular. Snuffling. Dry throat. I look around. Thank God, this is my room. I took a long breath. I'm a sweat that drenches my forehead. That was a dream, apparently. Thank God, O Allah.

I wake up from my sleep and sit down. I saw the clock on my phone, 07:15. Aww, I'm holding my painful cheek. Slightly swollen. I don't want to go to college, my body hurts. Suddenly I remembered Kemala, and my heart ached.

I woke up, I took off my shoes, clothes, and dirty pants. I don't want to go anywhere today. I don't want to talk to anyone today. I'm afraid the bad luck hasn't left me. I hope.