Room No.11B
Part. 53

Ride me hitchhiking behind llham. There was a speck of doubt, there was a bad feeling, something was stuck. But I don't know what it is. Ilham drove his bike, passed the highway, I don't know where I'd take it. In the sky, lightning appears to be striking. The light is like a white crack over a black sky, at first glance its flash is like splitting the thick of the night. Rumbling sounds rang out in the distance, out of nowhere the rain was already pouring down heavily.

I secretly sent a message to Mas Gun, just in case something happens later. There was no reply from Mas Gun. Shit, at a time like this, Mas Gun doesn't respond.

"Ham, where are we going?" my many.

"So be quiet, you'll know." replied llham. He pressed the gas pedal strongly, the motor was speeding, darting through the night traffic.

I can't do anything, I'm taking it with me. I can only pray, may I really help me. The motor turns left, goes into a residential street and continues straight. At the end of the road, there was a fork. The motor turns left and goes into a small alley on the right side of the road. There is a lush banana garden. Darkened. We passed through the rocks and dirt road. The water points are down, drizzle.

We are still walking straight with the road conditions are not good. Until we arrived at a cottage house, with walls made of wood, and yellow lights on the roof of the terrace.

"Yuk down!" llham.

I got off the bike, looking around. This house is far away in the crowd, right in the middle of a banana plantation, there is a bamboo bale in front of the house. Gawat, if there is anything how to ask for help to the surrounding residents. In fact, the police found it hard to find this place.

"Whose house is Ham?" my many.

"This is my teacher's house. Come in!" bring llham.

llham knocked on the door slowly.

"Assalamualaikum Ki,"

"Vaalaikumsalam. Aaaarrrgghhhh. eta saha?" said an old man with a long white beard until he touched his chest.

"This is my friend Ki, his name is Adi" said Ilham.

"Antosan ti outside!!" said the grandfather.

(wait outside)

"In, you just wait outside." said llham. The door is also closed.

I nodded, then retreated slowly. I was standing in front of the hut house. The atmosphere is creepy, mystical nuances are very thick felt. The drizzle still came down, not so fast.

Not long after, Ilham came out with grandpa. The grandfather was stooped, his path was limped using a wooden stick, at the end of the handle of the stick there was a round black stone. Grandpa wears a white T-shirt and black pants.

"My disciple has explained to me" said the grandfather opening the conversation.

"Who gave the sacred mustika, son?" ask the grandfather.

"Before I answer, may I first ask the cake?" my reply.

The grandfather nodded slowly.Ilham just silently looked at me.

"Actually this talisman what's the cake?"

"That's not a talisman, son, it must be the God Stone of Danawa. Mustika is much in search of people, the aura alone can drive away things that are not good or evil. Especially if used, it could be that person became famous and famous." explained the grandfather.

I was silent, the amulet was still in my pocket.

"Who gave you that mustika son?"

"A grandfather who wants to help me." I replied.

"Hehehehe. Obviously he wants to help you son, obviously," the grandfather chuckled.

"In your blood flows a very strong aura, it must be more efficacious in the hands of someone who has an aura like you. After the mustika is efficacious, then he will return to take it from you in any way," explained the grandfather.

"Even by killing him."

I was surprised to hear the grandfather explain this mustika. Which one should I trust? Nek Iyah, the grandfather of the giver of mustika, or the grandfather of the teacher of llham? I can't think straight now.

"Now I ask, you hand over the mustika to me." asked the grandfather.

I'm silent not poking.

He was silent, his lips smiling.

"To bring back a quiet life, son. So that no more demons will come after you. I know that these days there's been a lot of weird stuff going on with you. Right?"

Target me?

"What does it mean to go after me cake?"

"Hehehehehe," again the grandfather chuckled.

"Your blood and soul means a lot to the survival of the owner of the red kuntilanak son." he explained.

Jesus, the owner of the red kuntilanak! Who else is that?

"Di, don't ask too many questions! Now you hand that over to my teacher!" pinta llham by force.

Lightning roared powerfully, its flash of light once illuminating the darkness of the night. Drizzle drizzle in place of heavy rain. The water quickly washed over my body.

"Ham, you said you wanted to help me. Meaning this? This mustika to your teacher? Huh yeah?" I asked with a little scream.

"That must be in your hands is useless. You don't need that mustika. Now give it to my teacher!" reply llham.

Again the lightning roared with its might. The wind was blowing very hard. Then, I felt my shoulders gently patted, I looked back. The grandfather of mustika?

The rain still falls. Lightning flashes decorate the rush of rain. Occasionally thunderous thunder rang out.

"It's a good thing you didn't give that mustika to that fucking shaman, son." said the grandfather mustika.

"Hehehehe. I was expecting, it turns out that you are Badrun." said the teacher's grandfather.

A badrun? Like I've heard this name. This mustika giver's grandfather was named Kek Badrun.

"What wind brought you here Badrun? Hehehehe." said the teacher's grandfather again.

"You should have died called the angel of death Sona, not yet kapok you allied with the devil" said Kek Badrun.

"Hahaahaha. You're a funny Badrun, your sister's allied with the devil. You realized your sister first! Then you can babble in front of me Badrun. Hahahahaha." said the teacher's grandfather.

Grandpa Badrun was silent.

"Ki Sona, do I need to teach the old man a lesson?" he said, asking his teacher who was called Ki Sona.

"You shut up, grandfather is no match for you! You stinking kencur boy!" ki Sona.

Thundering lightning sahut each other.

"Son Adi, you back off. Take good care of that mustika." Grandpa Badrun told me to back off.

In the rush of rain, Grandpa Badrun closed his eyes, his hands crossed in front of his chest. I saw Ki Sona do the same. I and I just saw them shut up, doing nothing, not moving, not shaking.

Ten minutes passed, the two of them were still silent as they closed their eyes. Suddenly, Ki Sona collapsed to the ground. From his mouth spewing out quite a lot of fresh blood, llham caught it, he looked panicked. Grandfather Badrun opened his eyes slowly, there was blood coming out from the tip of his mouth. Not as much as Ki Sona.

"Grandfather, is it okay?" my many.

Badrun's grandfather wiped the blood from his mouth. He smiled to see me. Ki Sona was still spewing blood from her mouth with an unstoppable cough, her white beard turned red with blood.

"Son Adi, grandfather just wants to help you" said Grandpa Badrun.

"I.iya cake." I said.

"Let's go home. Later grandfather will tell me why grandfather wants to help you." said Grandpa Badrun again.

We walked out of Ki Sona's rickety hut. I don't know what I'm doing with Ki Sona, who obviously llham set me up to hand this mustika to his teacher, Ki Sona.

It's the most thrilling supernatural experience of my life. I wish there were no more horrible things like this. I hope that.