Room No.11B
Part. 40

My phone turned off, I just wanted a quiet day today, with no interference from anyone. I put away my dirty shirt and pants, put them in the bucket.

I sat in the front room, and I made a cup of coffee. Thin smoke billows from the coffee cup. I sit on the wall. Suddenly his stomach ached. I'll take out the shirt I'm wearing.

Deggs.

I was surprised, there was a scar on my stomach. It is half circular, reddish black in color. This what? God, is that real? The black nails that pierced my stomach, are they real? Ah, no way, it must be just a dream. Then what is this? What is this ex?

I touched the wound on my stomach. Aww, it hurts. This doesn't make any sense. I tried to wipe it, hoping it would disappear. But it's very painful, obviously it's a real wound.

I go to the bathroom, I take off my clothes and pants. I shake my head all over my body. But once exposed to water, these wounds get more painful. I wash with soap slowly.

"Aaaaaa." I screamed in pain.

What did my dream last night mean? If it's just a dream, then what's the wound? If that really happened, why such a dream? It's puzzling me. My brain can't think. I forgot my cheek that was swollen from last night's blow.

I finished the shower, and got dressed. I sat on the front porch of my room, accompanied by the cup of coffee I made earlier. It's not hot. I sipped it a little.

"Dek Adi." Kang Ujang called me from the garage.

"Yes kang. Copy here kang." I offered.

"Yes thanks deck. Not college?" ask Kang Ujang.

"No, I'm not feeling well anymore."

"Ooh, let's take a break. I continue to work first." said Kang Ujang.

"Okay kang."

Kang Ujang seemed busy tidying up the pile of sacks, before long he left the garage. I looked towards Bang Oji's room, the motor was gone.

I don't do anything, just enjoy the morning with a warm cup of coffee. Hearing the chirping of birds, feel the warm radiance of the Surya.

***

During the day, after the prayer I went out to forage. The subscription rice stall near the alley was my goal, it was all I could reach on foot.

The rice stalls look a little crowded. Fortunately, I was able to sit down. The side dishes still look a lot, various choices make my appetite increase. Balado cob, white mustard vegetables, orek tempeh, and fried tofu, that side dish that was on my mind at the moment.

The seller's mother dug the rice in a thermos, scooped it up and put it on a plate. Then take all the side dishes I call. I gobbled up with gragas, my mouth enjoying every spoon, enjoying every chew.

Satisfied to spend a plate of rice and side dishes, after paying I immediately rushed home.

I walked slowly towards my hostel, while I enjoyed a plate of rice and side dishes gathered inside my stomach. But suddenly, this wound was painful. It hurt so much that I stopped my steps. Bend for a moment. I opened a little shirt I was wearing, blood was seen coming out of the wound on my stomach. I tried to walk slowly, but just got a step sick from the wound on my stomach. I still keep bowing.

Oh, my God, why is this?

I sat by the side of the road, hoping that the pain would lessen and I could go back to the boarding room. For about five minutes I sat on the side of the road, not wanting to wait any longer I got up and went back slowly. Thank God, the pain is not so bad.

I passed through the front gate house, the house where Bagas was found was lifeless. The yellow police line the black line is still circular in front of the house. Sad and haru mixed, again remembered the face of Bagas. Candanya, her jokes, her bad talk, everything I remember.

I opened the gate slowly, then closed it again.

"Where's the deck from?" ask Nek Iyah from the terrace of the house.

"Geez, this is foraging." I replied.

"Oh find food. You're home from college at this hour?" ask Nek Iyah back.

"Today is not college Grandma, it just so happens not to feel well." I explained.

I say goodbye with a big smile. Just a few steps past the courtyard, someone said a greeting from outside the gate.

"Assynolajet. Excuse me, this is Badriyah's house, isn't it?" ask the man from outside the gate.

I'm turning.

"Yes, it's right." I replied.

"What's wrong?" sahut Nek Iyah from the terrace of the house.

"Badriyah's mother has a mother?" ask the man.

"I'm Mrs Badriyah. Why mas?" ask Nek Iyah.

"Oh mother. I'm going to take mom's order." said the man.

"Oh yes. Just open the gate. Go straight into the house." tell Nek Iyah.

I was standing by the mango tree.

The man opened the wide gate. What did Nek Iyah say?

Before long two men with arms as big as my calves raised a large cardboard box. Whatisit? Refrigerators. They brought him into the house of Nek Iyah. Soon two men lifted a big cardboard, what else? Washers. The first two people went out the gate, before long back carrying back a large cardboard, this time a flat-screen television. Wow, I'm so stunned. The last four big-sleeved people raised a closet. Beautiful dark brown, many carvings and looks luxurious, definitely made of teak wood, and definitely expensive. Lots of Nek Iyah shopping for home furniture.

"Eh Adi's Deck." Kang Ujang patted me on the shoulder slowly.

"Eh kang's. Did you finish your job?" my many.

"Rest first or deck, working time continues. Where's the deck from?" ask Kang Ujang.

"Feed kang." I replied.

"Eh, is that why her cheeks?" kang Ujang asked watching my swollen cheeks.

"Oh this? Yesterday to the pentok door on the campus kang." I answered accordingly.

"This is what do Nek Iyah buy a lot of furniture kang?" my many.

"I'm not very clear on the deck, but he said Nek Iyah was out of pocket" replied Kang Ujang.

"Haha. Got some surprise money from the tv show huh kang?" sahutku.

"Hahahaha, maybe."

"Stopi yuk kang in front of the room!" take me.

"Yes yes deck, thanks."

"Hayuu atuh, I bought a lot of coffee. All chat. Yuk." take me back.

"Yes deck."

"I'm waiting in front of the room. Okay kang."

I left Kang Ujang in the courtyard, and passed to the room. I opened the door to my room wide. I'm in.

Huh huh? Whatisthis?

There were many footprints in the living room of my room, from the sidelines of the ceramics poking out black liquid and smelling foul. I almost spewed out a plate of rice along with the side dish, for smelling its foul scent. After a long time of not showing up, why did these footprints appear again? What's the matter? Why so many footprints? Why is there this black liquid? Why appear again? Bizarrely.