Room No.11B
Part. 50

The atmosphere was very dark, I looked around just a deep black color. Whatisthis? But there was a speck of dim light at the end, looking very far away. I approached the light. Walk slowly, but as if not. I sped up my pace, the light spot did not change, I ran but was unattainable. I bowed exhausted.

Suddenly a loud noise emerged, just like yesterday. Shouts, moans, cries, mockery, and laughter mixed into one. Then I vaguely saw the figure of Nek Iyah wearing a long red dress. His body does not look bent, even looks fresh fit. His hair was long unraveled, a thick shiny black.

"Nek Iyah." call me.

Nek Iyah growled, like an animal. Scary. His mouth opened with a grin, his teeth sharp in line. Liur dripped incessantly. A moment later, it wasn't Nek Iyah I knew. His face turned even more sinister. His eyes are red. The nails grow very long blackened and sharp. Her hair was broad and messy.

"Dispose!!!" Nek Iyah yelled at me.

"Dispose!!!"

"Dispose!!!"

Then the rowdy voice I heard just now boisterously shouted "exhaust!!!" with great rigour.

"Dispose!!!"

"Dispose!!!"

"Dispose!!!"

Syuuu.

I'm shocked.

I opened my eyes. Only dreams turned out. The sweat on my forehead was full, the circles were clearly drawn. I wiped away the sweat that filled my forehead, then got up and sat down. Grandpa Iyah? Why Nek Iyah?

I saw the clock on my phone, 03:03. Hey, no baby cries. I've been living in this hostel for almost two weeks, and it's only tonight that I don't hear a baby crying. Maybe the baby is tired of crying, my mind is weird.

I went back to sleep, there was no reason to stay awake.

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It's Saturday, thank goodness there's no college. I am free to do anything. And what makes me most happy is that there were no baby cries last night, nor was there any black liquid that littered my living room. My schedule today has been carefully arranged, in the beginning wash clothes, tidying up the boarding room, and lazy. Ah, enjoy saturday. My schedule for today starts at 08:05.

At 09:40 all the activities I've done today. I have sun clothes, lucky today the sun is quite hot. The boarding room I have also cleaned. I lay down on the floor in the front room of my room. A gentle breeze came in from the door I opened wide and from the window slit, soothing and refreshing.

"Assalamualaik."

Greetings Kang Ujang surprised me. I woke up from my fall.

"Waalaikumsalam kang." I replied.

"Daddy, another college break?" ask Kang Ujang.

I went out to meet Kang Ujang on the front porch of my room.

"What's kang?" my many.

"Dek Adi, adek called Nek Iyah tuh. In front of the house." said Kang Ujang.

"Oh yeah, I'll be there."

"Now deck" he said again.

"Yes, yes, kang."

Kang Ujang passed. I closed the door and visited Nek Iyah who was waiting for me in front of his house.

"Dek Adi, please sit." Nek Iyah invited me to sit down.

What's up, huh? Did I make trouble? I wondered in my heart.

"Dek Adi, I have something to ask you. Can you?"

"Can you, by the way, ask me what?" my many.

"Did Dek Adi recently meet an old man?" ask Nek Iyah.

Deg.

Old man? What did Nek Iyah mean by that old man last night? If that's what Grandpa meant, you know where Nek Iyah came from?

"Me..why is Grandma if I may know?"

Nek Iyah smiled kindly.

"What did the old man give to Dek Adi?"

I was surprised, again Nek Iyah knew that the grandfather gave something to me.

"It's nothing, grandma, it's just a necklace. Does Grandma know Grandpa?" my many.

Nek Iyah laughed.

"I told Dek Adi, he's a bad guy. He wants to use you to harm me and my son." explained Nek Iyah.

I'm silent.

Nek Iyah got up from her seat, then drew closer to me, her eyes sharp.

"Dump that thing!" whispered Nek Iyah in my ear.

Deg deg deg, my heart is beating fast.

I remembered my dream last night. Nek Iyah's dream turned sinister and shouted "Dump!!!".

I swallowed spit. I still kept quiet not saying.

Nek Iyah sat back in her chair. The look on his face quickly changed, this time smiling kindly.

"Understand what I told the deck?" ask Nek Iyah.

I nodded without saying anything.

"Well, I just want to talk about that. You can go back to the room." said Nek Iyah.

I hurriedly rushed to the room. Question after question filled every corner of the brain cell in my head. Who am I supposed to trust? Grandpa or Nek Iyah? I'm rattled. My day off became a gamang, became colorless.

I contacted Mas Gun, asking for our coffee agenda today. Mas Gun told me to come to his contract. I didn't forget to bring my grandfather's necklace last night. Just in case, if I take the decision to follow the advice of Nek Iyah, I can immediately throw it anywhere.

I also went to Mas Gun's contract.

"Assalamualaikum." I said hello and sneered into Mas Gun's contract.

"Vaalaikumsalam. It's still morning Di, want to have a coffee now?" tanya Mas Gun who was cool staring at the screen of his laptop.

"Later on." I replied.

I lay my body on the floor. Folded my hands together and made them a base for my head. I looked at the ceiling of Mas Gun's room. A spider's nest hangs in the corner. Brownish stain spots are drawn due to rainwater from leaking tiles.

"Why Di? Any issues?" tanya Mas Gun glanced at me who was silent while staring at the ceiling of his room.

"Hmm." I answered briefly while shaking.

"Have you eaten yet?" Gun asked again.

"Yet mas. Want me to eat?"

"Yep, I'm also a laper. I have a subscription to a delicious rice stall Di, a sunda stall. Cheap, tasty, clean, and the most important.." Gun did not continue his explanation.

"What's important?" manya curious.

"You know very well what you want to know aja niiihh." ledek Mas Gun, his eyebrows go up and down.

"You know very well, let you mengeneng mas. Hehehehe." reply.

"The most important thing, the geulis pisaaaannn!" yell Mas Gun.

I guess what, turns out to be a teteh that is so important for Mas Gun.

"Not believing me, before I see for myself." I murmured.

"OKAY. But you don't have a crush. Watch out for it!" mencam Mas Gun's.

We went to Mas Gun's choice of Sunda stall, armed with an empty stomach and a high curiosity about geulis, I piggybacked behind Mas Gun. Not far from the stall, riding a motorcycle only takes five minutes. By noon it is quite crowded this rice stall.

I got off the bike, Mas Gun stamped the gas directly into the glass display case where the side dish was displayed. But I feel something is strange. As soon as I got closer to the entrance of the rice stall, my stomach felt nauseous, my head was dizzy, my eyes were twitching. I also retreated a bit away from the door. As I drifted away, my nausea and anxiety disappeared, my vision returned to normal. What's the matter?

"Di, let's go in! Said hungry. Come on!" call Mas Gun while showing off his plate full of side dishes.

"Yes" I replied.

Maybe it was just my feeling. I went back to the door. One more step towards the door, nausea and dizziness again attacked me. This time it was more terrible. I could barely stand it, I ran away from the stall. I vomited under a tree. Why these? What's with me?

I looked into the rice stall from under the tree, Mas Gun greedily bribed each spoon of rice along with side dishes. Nausea again attacked me, I vomited my stomach contents. What's wrong with my body? Dewy taste.

"Di, why the hell? Do you want to eat?" call Mas Gun with his mouth full of rice, to the point that his cheeks are chubby.

"Yes, my body suddenly doesn't feel good. You eat first." I said. Mas Gun lurks back into the stall.

I walked limply to the rice stall, then sat on Mas Gun's motorbike. Calm down for a moment. I looked back into the rice stall through the big glass window.

Oh, my God, what is that? I'm aghast. My eyes were so shocked. I saw a large tall man standing behind the food storefront. His body is covered in black hair. His eyes were large reddish in color, his nose was small round like a tomato, his mouth was gaping and his tongue was protruding very long, and the most disgusting thing was that his drool was dripping down the glass display case where the side dishes were served.

I shudder in horror. I looked closely at each corner of the rice stall. Innalilahi, what else is that? Dozens of pocong stands filled the stalls. His shroud was shabby and dirty, his face was jet black, his eyes were white, and from his mouth was dripping a dark green liquid. Disgusting. I can't help nausea, I'm back vomiting under the tree. While Mas Gun is still cool to eat his food, even a plate of rice he almost spent. I couldn't see the apparition for the apparition inside the stall.