Room No.11B
Part. 49

I slightly ran towards the hostel, down the road to the boarding house, approached the front house, and reached the gate. I opened the gate slowly and closed it. Huh, tired. I took a breath and stopped him. I stayed for a while at the gate, looking at my phone that was shaking.

Mas Gun's.

tomorrow we can copy the yuk! -

I reply.

- Siiipp, copy in my subscription yuk. Coffee by tenan mas.

- Woke, - reply Mas Gun short, I haven't talked to him in a long time. Yesterday there was no conversation, because my mind and heart were troubled.

Ah, almost forgotten, I wanted to report to Nek Iyah about the black liquid that often came out of the floor of my living room. I remember, and the door of Nek Iyah's house is still open. I approached the terrace of Nek Iyah's house. Always clean, always neat, the terrace just makes me feel at home.

"Assalamualaikum tube. Grandma Iyah!" I knocked on the door that was not closed.

My eyes are beautiful, crashing into the house looking for the figure of Nek Iyah. Where is Nek Iyah?

"Assalamaikuumm. Grandma Iyah!" my greetings this time are louder.

Silent.

I opened the door that was not closed. Half my body went inside. I looked inside Nek Iyah's house, the floor was black. The furniture of his house is neat. There was an old sofa in the left corner with a flower vase on the table. The light inside is a little dim. I saw a wooden staircase on the right, right next to the room with a dark red curtained door. While at my front end, there was another curtain of the same color, seemingly towards the kitchen or the back door of the house.

"Assynolajet. Nek Iyah, excuse me, grandma."

No more answers.

On the wall there are many photos, I pay close attention to each figure attached to the wall. There was a gallant man wearing a warrior uniform, complete with his hat. His face was firm, visible from his look. Thin mustache and big eyes, bushy eyebrows. How dashing, is this a photo of the late Mr Thamrin? Beside him was a wedding photo of a pair of people, the manly man earlier and a woman with a slim body, sweet face. This was Nek Iyah when she was young.

"Assalamualaikum." I returned to say hello. Again there is no answer.

Kriiett kriiett. ngiik ngiik..

Uh, what's that sound? I'm looking for the origin of the sound.

Suddenly, the room curtain beside the stairs opened slowly. There was a form poking out from behind the curtain, not a human form. It's shorter. It came out, and the curtains were opened. I'm surprised not to play, a skinny woman sitting in a wheelchair. The little girl's hand moves the wheel. His face was pale, his hair was long partially covered his face, his eyes were soft, his mouth was open with saliva always dripping onto his negligee shirt. Who is this woman?

"B. aa. auu. Ee.i." her voice is not clear. I don't understand what he's saying.

"E.i, aa.a.ngh. E.iii." now he's yelling at me. I got scared, slowly I retreated outside. Women are still yelling something I don't understand.

"E.iii! a.anh. e..aii!" he still yells at me.

Suddenly, his eyes opened. Then his eyes went black, becoming white. His eyes were all white. His tongue is sticking out. More and more and more water dripped down his clothes. I shuddered to see it. Shortly, he also had a seizure. His whole body shook violently. I ran off the ridge to the boarding room, I was afraid of being blamed. I left the girl in the wheelchair. And not to report about the black liquid in my room.

"Woii, why are you running around?" call Bang Oji.

"Huh huh.. Hah hah. that's bang." I replied with a gasp of breath.

"That's what? Sit down, take a breath!" tell Bang Oji, he's washing his bike. Only wear shorts and braces.

I also sat on the front porch of my hostel. Calm down while breathing. My leg offered. Bang Oji approached me.

"Why Di? Seeing the devil? Hehehehe." asked Bang Oji.

"Huh.no bang." I replied as I put the lecture bag next to me.

"Why run away? Your face looks panicked again, why the hell?" ask Bang Oji.

I took a deep breath, then exhaled it.

"Don't Nek Iyah live alone, right in that house?" my many.

"Yes, why?" answer Bang Oji.

"Who's the woman in the wheelchair bang? There's no way you don't know. Who's bang?" askaku.

"Ooh, so you ran out to see Madam Wati huh? Haha."

Ma'am Wati, who is that?

"The woman you see in the wheelchair is Mbak Wati, the son of Nek Iyah" explained Bang Oji.

"Continue?" ask again.

"Continue what? Haha."

"Ceritain bang about Ma'am Wati. I just met you for the first time, so it's kind of scary to see it. Hehehehe." I asked.

"Aaahh makes a job lo. Later, I finished washing the bike first. Your job is to make coffee, then I want to tell a story. So you change all the clothes used by the lecture." said Bang Oji while washing his motorcycle again.

"Hehehehe. Ready to bang, just make coffee doang actually cincai laaahh." I reply.

"Why are my old college clothes? Smell huh? Haha."

"Feel near my trash can! Hahahaha." said Bang Oji while brushing the motorcycle tire.

According to Commander Oji's orders, I finally took a bath and did not forget to perform Maghrib prayers. When I finished, I visited Bang Oji who was still struggling on his bike.

"Woii bang, it smells good. Where's coffee?" call me to Bang Oji.

"That's inside Di, in the vestibule. The water cooks first in a heating teapot. Glass is on the shelf, coffee is just like sugar is in a small cupboard."

"Ready commander!" I salute Bang Oji. He just smiles wryly.

I made two cups of coffee, Bang Oji's usual order, two spoons of coffee and half a spoonful of sugar. My coffee, as usual, is not too bitter and not too sweet.

"Where are we hanging out?" go to Bang Oji.

"In front of the room you are in, here is a muddy." said Bang Oji.

I brought two cups of coffee in front of my room, and sat cross-legged on the floor. Before long Bang Oji approached me and sat down beside me. Picking up a cigarette and burning it, sucking it deep and exhaling its thick smoke upward.

"Where's college, okay?" ask Bang Oji.

"Yes that's it. Just go ahead." I replied.

"So how was the story, how could you run to see Mbak Wati?" ask Bang Oji.

I told you from the beginning I mean to meet Nak Iyah, until I finally explained I met Mbak Wati who spoke indistinctly, and finally Mbak Wati convulsed in a wheelchair.

"Haha. Just because it's you running Di?" ask Bang Oji.

"Well, I'm scared bang. Indeed Mbak Wati is ready Nek Iyah bang?" my many.

"Gini Di, Ma'am Wati is Nek Iyah's adopted son. Ma'am Wati used to be adopted by the late Mr. Thamrin. Actually, Ms. Wati is the son of her brother Pak Thamrin, aka still a nephew of Mr. Thamrin anyway. Because, since Mr. Thamrin married Nek Iyah, they are not at all in the gift of children." explained Bang Oji.

I listened to Bang Oji's story.

"Pak Thamrin used to have two wives. Since his first wife was sickly, finally Pak Thamrin married for the second time with Nek Iyah." continued Bang Oji.

"Ooh that's bang. Well, if you yourself have a brother relationship what is the same as the late Mr Thamrin? At that time you had told me, you have a brother relationship with the deceased." I asked.

"Actually I have no relationship with the deceased brother, instead I am the nephew of Nek Iyah. My mother, Nek Iyah's sister." Bang Oji explained.

"Ooh lo's nephew Nek Iyah turns out. Indeed the late Mr Thamrin how many brothers bang?" I continued to ask.

"They are three brothers. Mr. Thamrin was the eldest son and the only man in his family. All her sisters are girls. Mbak Wati, is the son of Mr. Thamrin's sister." explained Bang Oji.

"Waaah, the genealogy is confusing as well huh. Hehehehe." I said.

"Keep, Ma'am Wati is sick what bang?" askaku.

"Sick Ma'am Wati I don't know too much either. The pain is obviously years. Because it does not heal, Mbak Wati finally became paralyzed so." explained Bang Oji.

Tonight there's a lot of information about Nek Iyah's family that I got from Bang Oji. While occasionally sipping his coffee, Bang Oji continued to talk about Nek Iyah's family. According to the story of Bang Oji, the three younger brothers of the late Mr. Thamrin had died, long before Mr. Thamrin was called the Almighty.

I talked to Bang Oji long enough, until I didn't realize it was two hours. Coffee was left the pulp, and Bang Oji's cigarette had been exhausted in his suction.