Room No.11B
Part. 41

When I finished cleaning the footprints and the black liquid in the living room, I made coffee. Damn, the intention to relax all day even clean up. Quite tired, several times I went back and forth to the bathroom to change the water, the black liquid really smelled bad. Almost all of my stomach came out.

I sat on the front porch of my room, holding a cup of coffee waiting for Kang Ujang. I'll ask you about the black liquid coming out of my bedroom floor. Could there be a drain pipe leaking under my bedroom floor? I don't know, I don't understand.

"Kang, here's kang!" call me, Kang Ujang is cleaning up the boxes, maybe the cardboard from Nek Iyah's new furniture.

Kang Ujang smiled then replied, "Yes for a while deck. I'll be there."

I've prepared some questions that I should get answers from Kang Ujang. What else besides this hostel. Ah shit, I waited long enough for Kang Ujang. Coffee in my cup until warm, a little no longer delicious sipping it.

I waited long enough for Kang Ujang, he finally came. Kang Ujang wears striped knee-length shorts and wears a rather chubby young ash T-shirt.

"Well, finally came. Sit kang!" I said welcome Kang Ujang.

"Why or deck?" asked Kang Ujang while sitting on the terrace floor.

"Chatters are kang, bete alone. What coffee do you want? Black coffee what is milk coffee?" i'm offering.

"Black coffee deck" said Kang Ujang while burning a cigarette.

I made a cup of black coffee, the best-selling bottled coffee pictured in a water boat. I thrust a cup of coffee at Kang Ujang.

"Mango kang." I said.

"Yes thanks deck. I drink ya." reply Kang Ujang.

"Sok atuh kang. More work at Nek Iyah kang's house?" askaku open the chat.

"Occasionally the deck, in say a lot yes there is only, in say a little yes there continues to work. Hehehe."

"Kang, tell me this kost. About the late Mr. Thamrin, for example." I asked.

"Huh? The late Mr. Thamrin. Why do you want to know the deck? Indeed why?" ask Kang Ujang.

"Yes want to know" I replied briefly.

Kang Ujang was silent, doubt was drawn from his face.

"Other news or the deck" he said.

Why doesn't he want to talk about Mr Thamrin?

"Eh, Kang Ujang already know not room 11d last night trance?" my sergeant.

"Huh, trance."

"Yes kang. Her name is Ela's possessed. I'm really just the first time I've seen a possessed person. It looks like it is." I explained.

"Keep, how's the story?"

I told you the beginning of the incident until Nek Iyah came with a glass of water and gushed out Ela's face. Kang Ujang watched carefully, every detail of the words I said.

"Red? Who's Red?" ask Kang Ujang.

"I don't know Kang either. Finally, after everything was done I went back to the room and went to bed. At three o'clock I woke up to hear the sound of a baby crying again kang." my story.

"Well, baby crying again?" kang Ujang's face looked astonished.

"Yes kang, crying baby. The other day I asked about a crying baby with Kang Ujang. What's the matter exactly?"

"Where did you say it?" kang Ujang said a little nervously.

"Why kang?" many wonder.

"Sir, I'm sorry this is yes. So sorry."

I was more astonished and curious.

"I'm sorry what the hell is kang?" my many.

"Dek Adi try starting tomorrow or sometime, find a new hostel. Here the atmosphere is no longer friendly." explained Kang Ujang.

"Eh, what does that mean?" I asked back.

"It's better Dek Adi just move." said Kang Ujang with a little whisper.

"Huh, move? How, Kang Ujang even told me to move anyway?" I asked with a little cob.

Kang Ujang was silent.

"I don't want to move. I'm comfortable boarding here." I continued.

"Sorry deck, I just give you some advice. If Dek Adi is at home here, it's good oruh." said Kang Ujang.

I kept quiet as I remembered what question I was about to ask Kang Ujang.

"Oh yeah, I had a really weird dream last night."

"What dream deck?" asked Kang Ujang while sipping his coffee.

I went back to the story, a strange dream about a pair of wrinkled hands with long, black nails piercing my stomach. Again, Kang Ujang just silently listened to my story, while occasionally smoking his cigarette.

"Ih weird pisan eta mah deck. I just heard that dream." responded Kang Ujang.

"Yes kang. Eh kang, which is even stranger. This is kang!" I revealed a little bit of my shirt, wanting to tell Kang Ujang about the wound on my stomach.

"Nih kang! Lah, how's it gone?" the wounds that made me feel pain disappeared. Bizarrely. The feeling, after eating the wound was crumpled and bleeding. How can it suddenly disappear?

"What deck?" Kang Ujang was confused.

I'm silent.

"What's the deck?" ask Kang Ujang.

"Yeshaanngg!" nek Iyah's voice from the back door of the house called Kang Ujang.

"Yes my grandma."

"Here!" call Nek Iyah.

"Sir, I was called for a moment. I'll be back again." Kang Ujang resigned. I reply with a nod.

I was still confused by the wound on my stomach that suddenly disappeared. Why is it so fast? I was so curious, I re-opened my shirt. Uh, really no more. Glad to be curious. Let it be, if it's gone already.

I don't turn on my phone all day. I got a message from anybody, right? A kemala? Does he dare to call me? Halah, most only Judah. My phone finally turned on. Various kinds of notifications appeared on my phone screen. I opened the chat application, and many people contacted me. Kemala, even Kemala exists. Yuda certainly exists. I finally got a chat from Yuda.

Brooomm

Whose exhaust noise is that? The noise was heard in my room. His voice came from the garage, I looked towards the garage. A big motorbike appeared, a man on it. His face was covered with a helmet. He stopped right in front of my room, in front of me.

The man turned off the engine. He went down, and opened his helmet. Halah, Judah.

"Salamlikuuuumm" he said, acting sweet.

"Vaalaikumsalam. I know who." I said.

"Hape lo why? Not active from the morning." asked Yuda, he sat next to me while opening his jacket.

"It's okay Da."

"That's your cheek why? Same with Kemala?" Yuda asked again.

"Where? Oh this, last night to the door." I replied origin.

"Cih, knock on the door? Adi Adi, still want to lie to me. Who hit you?" ask Yuda.

"So you know! I'm actually knocking on the door."

"Jaudah yes yes. Copy dong! Whose coffee is this? Do you have guests?" ask Yuda.

"This is the former Kang Ujang, I had coffee with him here. You want to copy Da?" I asked as I went into the room to put Kang Ujang's coffee glass.

"Yes dong!" the answer.

I'm back on the terrace.

"Copy next to campus! There's a coffee shop there." take me.

"Coffee shop? Not expensive?" ask Yuda.

"Oh my God, the son of the rector is still asking the price" I said.

"Kidding me. I have a lot of money in. Come on, I pay you to coffee any glass." Yuda's hooked. I'm just messing around. Succeeds.