Room No.11B
Part. 45

Kemala decided to go home before the ashar adhan reverberated, he did not want the events of yesterday's online ojek repeated. I agree with him too. Before long he ordered, the driver's brother came to pick him up and Kemala left.

By late afternoon, my feelings were a little lazy to quickly return to the boarding house. I'm still sitting in the coffee shop, my drinking glasses aren't over yet. I sat alone, looking at my phone screen. Tumben once, Bang Dede invisible, in the tavern there is only Kak Nia.

"Sad at home?" muttered Kak Nia quipped me from behind the cash register.

"Haha. Sad brother, because it does not have." I said.

"Haha. There is a curcol niiih." replied Brother Nia, he got up from his seat, approached me and sat in front of me.

"Emang not yet?" ask Sister Nia.

"Not yet." I replied briefly.

"What do you want to do?"

"Emm, I want to." I replied briefly.

"What the hell, brother, I wonder about him. Talk to the others!" my word.

"Haha. Though I want to give his knowledge so that you can quickly be the same as him, but you do not even want to. Shit!" reply Brother Nia.

I'm silent. Nia's sister took out a pack of cigarettes, picked it up a stick, then burned it in front of me.

"Eh, do you crow?" many wonder.

"Yes. Why why?"

"It's okay, I just saw a girl smoking." I replied.

We talked for a long time, Sister Nia told us a lot about her coffee business with Bang Dede. Menu debate stories, place debates, to small things like tavern lights. Bang Dede his man is saklek, he wants A must A, Kak Nia's story. But Bang Dede private who cares about friends and work partners, nice to share, exciting to be invited to joke, and cool to play games.

"How long has this been going, brother?" my many.

"Yes not long ago. About four years, but it was moved here only about two months" explained Kak Nia.

"Ooh, that's a long time. But why coffee? I mean, why the coffee business? All I know is that coffee business is mushrooming again, many rivals dong certainly. Is there a fear that it will not work?" ask me like a journalist who is interviewing a source.

"Gue is not afraid, because we are sure the same items we sell. That is, our coffee is of high quality. And people are now certainly smarter to choose which ones they like, regardless of price. Is that not it?" inexplicably.

"I think so. Because there's a price there's quality." I responded.

"Yes dong. A small example of a straw, buy a pack that costs five thousand hundred. You see, the sucker is thin it's not strong, mewled it. Hahahahaha." continued Brother Nia.

Not felt we chatted, adzan magrib reverberated with each other. I also want to go home.

"Yes. Thanks yeah. If you are free to come here just coffee, coffee makes me more beautiful than made Dede. Hehehehe." said Brother Nia.

"Siiiip." I gave a thumbs up and went by.

I stopped by to perform the maghrib prayer at the big mosque across campus. After I finished praying, I decided to go back to the hostel immediately. I walked through the field, still at 18:20 and still crowded. Entering into the alley, suddenly a different aura immediately felt. I quickened my pace, I noticed a light pole at the end of the road, not to mention the figure of an old man yesterday. Huft, the thread is not there. I breathed a little.

I walked around, looking at the dark sky. Bats fly here and there. After passing through the lamp post, a voice shocked me.

"Hey you!"

I stopped stepping. His voice was heavy, rasping. I'm turning. I was shocked when I saw the figure of an old man right behind the lamp post.

"Don't be afraid son" he said slowly.

My feet are limp I can't move. My heart is beating fast. My hands tremble.

"I have no ill will toward you. I just want to help you." said the grandfather back.

"Don't be afraid son, I'm human just like you." Grandpa slowly approached me. He showed his feet still on the ground.

I'm a little calm.

"Ka.ka.kakek what do you want?" I stammer still feeling scared.

"Son, grandfather just wants to help you. No more" he said slowly.

"Help me? Help in what things cake?" my many.

The grandfather did not answer, then suddenly the grandfather's face looked panicked, his eyes were looking around, like something was lurking and watching him. He looked alert, his eyes like a scanning machine, looking all over the side, to look up at the trees. Then he slowly backed away.

"Grandfather, why?" I asked in amazement to see his gurgle.

"I have to go, not good here. I'm going to see you back, son." said the grandfather, he retreated slowly behind the big trees in the garden and disappeared into sight.

I'm appalled. Is he really a human being? A question mark as big as a globe swirled in my brain. I was still looking towards the empty garden, looking for the figure of the grandfather, but I could not find it.

Then I passed to the hostel, I opened the gate and I closed it again. Just turned around, suddenly..

"Dek Adi." Nek Iyah was already standing behind me, I was aghast.

"Oh my god, i.iya grandma, what's wrong?" my answer.

"Dek Adi, I want to tell you something. But can we talk in front of the house?" nek Iyah.

"By Grandma, that's fine."

Nek Iyah invited me to sit on the porch of his house, and then he sat in front of me. His face was uncharacteristically bright.

"If you may know, what problem have I caused?" my word.

Nek Iyah smiled at me, her eyes narrow.

"You have nothing to do with it" replied Nek Iyah.

I kept quiet no more. Nek Iyah was still smiling at me. I was nervous mixed up confused. What have I done, huh?

"Keep, what's wrong, Grandma?" askaku.

Nek Iyah did not immediately answer my question, his smile even wider. I was confused to face it, my guts were not anxious.

"This deck, I just want to tell you. If there are outsiders who you do not know and talk about this boarding house, I hope you do not need to believe" he said.

I am more confused by Nek Iyah's statement. An outsider? Talk shit? Whatdoes thatmean?

"M..what do you mean, Grandma?" many nervous.

"I'm sure you've been meeting a lot of new people lately. Right?" continued.

I'm nodding. New guy? A kemala? Bang Dede's? Or Nia's sister whom Nek Iyah meant?

"So, if anyone talks anything about this hostel or about me, please don't believe it. Because they don't know anything about this hostel or me. Wanna?" continued.

"I.iya nek." I answered briefly.

I felt in the trial by Nek Iyah, the charisma that Nek Iyah had was very strong, just looking into his eyes I could not afford.

"Well, I just want to tell you that. Remember my message Dek Adi." said Nek Iyah.

I also resigned to retreat, last I saw Nek Iyah still smiling at me. It's not like Nek Iyah, I thought. Then who? I don't know.