Room No.11B
Part. 54

Grandpa Badrun and I walked through a banana plantation. Dark and creepy. The heavy rain had turned into a drizzle back. My clothes are soaked, my pants are wet.

"I'm sorry, how about this mustika?" I was walking along with Grandpa Badrun.

"You keep it, son. I willfully give you so that you can avoid the evil forces that want to harm you." replied Kek Badrun.

"What evil power is cake? Is it true that someone is after me?" askaku.

Cake Badrun stopped in his tracks.

"Son Adi, you go home. Your friend is coming soon. I'll tell you all when the time has come."

"Sir, wait for the cake!" I held back the Badrun Cake that suddenly vanished behind the lined banana trees.

It felt like seeing something that suddenly disappeared in an instant was familiar to me. It was not surprising and felt ordinary.

"Adiiiii.." call one. His voice is familiar. Mas Gun's. Kek Badrun's words are right, there is my friend who will come. The question I am asking right now is, who exactly is Cake Badrun? Is he human or is he a demite who resembles a human?

I walked through the banana plantation, the road became muddy due to the rain, I found it hard to step. Several times I almost fell slipping, because the ground became thick due to rain.

"Adiiiii.." call Mas Gun again.

"Yes mas. Wait a minute!" my yelling.

Mas Gun was waiting for me in front of a small road, right on the edge of the banana garden.

"What's up Di?" asked Mas Gun with a panicked look.

"I'm sorry I didn't answer your phone. Good thing you send live share, so I can know where you are. Come aboard!" said Mas Gun.

Her big body was wrapped in a blue plastic raincoat. His head was wearing a cetok helmet, more like a coconut shell.

"It's okay" I said. I also sat down to shake.

My clothes are soaked. Fortunately my phone didn't die in the rain. Mas Gun drives his bike fast.

"In, you slept in my rented only first huh. Tomorrow I just deliver to the boarding house" said Mas Gun.

"Yes, um."

My body feels very tired. I leaned against the large body of Mas Gun. Ten minutes later, we arrived at Mas Gun's contract. He told me to take a shower and clean up, not forgetting to ask me to pray.

"I made some warm tea. Drink this!" Mas Gun offered a cup of warm tea. Smoke is dancing.

"Thank you mas." I sipped a little warm tea made by Mas Gun. Warm, sweet, and soothing.

"In, what problem do you have? Please tell me. You still think I'm mas lo, don't you?" ask Mas Gun slowly.

"Mas, sorry so far I didn't tell you anything. I was afraid to become a burden and increase your mind." I replied.

"In, we are brothers. Don't hesitate to tell me any story. Remember Di, mom's dad tipped you onto me, I was in charge of you during your time here. That's why I insist to take you to boarding with me." reply Mas Gun.

I was silent, I was touched by Mas Gun's words. How good he is with me, with my family.

I also told you about some of the things I've been going through since I went to room 11b. Including the loss of my best friend, Bagas. Mas Gun was stunned to hear my story, without saying.

After being satisfied to hear my story, Mas Gun told me to sleep.

"Lo sleep, get enough rest. I noticed your face is a bit pale, lack of sleep for sure. There's sleep."

I put my body on the bed. Mas Gun turned on his laptop. Not long after, I fell asleep too.

***

I heard a loud laugh, it sounded boisterous. About a dozen people laughed, not knowing what they were laughing at. I'm getting out of bed. I saw many people standing laughing in a circle, in the middle of which there were some people standing with their hands tied full of wounds. Man has no morals, I thought.

I walked to the other side, to see more clearly the person standing in the middle of the circle and laughing. A man with a bowed face, and a thin woman with long unraveled hair. The rest of me is not so clear. Who're they?

I approached the group of people.

Oh, my God, that's Bagas. The man who stood with his hands tied and full of wounds was Bagas, my friend. Who is the woman next to him? I narrowed my eyes to make them look sharper.

Geez, isn't that Miss Wati? Adoptive son Nek Iyah. Why are they treated like that? And why did this group of people laugh at them?

I approached, wanting me to break into the crowd of people laughing at them. But my body was powerless to push this group of people. They stood very sturdy, like a pile with a very deep foundation.

"Gaaass. Bagaaass!" I called Bagas, my hand wanted to grab Bagas' body, but it didn't arrive.

This group of people were still laughing. Among them even to the widest while holding his stomach. I saw my friend laughing. Bagas did not move, nor did Madam Wati.

Suddenly above Bagas and Mbak Wati, a creepy woman figure appears wearing a long red dress. His skin was white, far from pale. Her hair's expanding. He looked at Bagas and Mbak Wati with a savage look, as if he wanted to pounce on her.

"Babaaassa!" yells strong.

Then, the woman in a red dress looked at me with anger.

"You can't run any more." he yelled at me.

"Di, Adi. On waking up In!" Mas Gun was shaking my body.

Abaghfirullah, what was that? The dream? I opened my eyes.

"In, why Di?" Mas Gun was still patting my shoulder.

"In, what dream is Di?"

I woke up from my sleep, sat limp and leaned against the wall. Sweat drenched my forehead. Mas Gun gave me a glass of water, I quickly gulped.

"Istghfar Di, Istighfar" said Mas Gun.

"What dream is it?"

"Yes, calm down first your mind. Take a breath first." tell Mas Gun.

"Bag,"

"Yes,"

"What time is it?" my many.

"Hour three In. Why?"

Three o'clock at night. It was at this time that I always woke up.

"What dream is it?" ask Mas Gun.

I sweat on my forehead.

"Dream of my deceased friend mas." I replied.

Mas Gun was silent, he looked at me with a slash.

"Take abl wudhu there, if you can all pray tahajud. Let your heart calm down." said Mas Gun.

I went to the bathroom, I wudhu then pray tahajud two rakaat. Thank God my heart has become a little calmer. Still sitting cross-legged, Mas Gun asked, saying,

"Di, you still want to host up there?"

I didn't answer Mas Gun's question directly.

"I don't know. Maybe not because of his boarding so I experienced strange events. Maybe for another reason." I replied.

"What other reasons are there? Try to think again Di, you remember again, before boarding there your life is normal. But ever since you moved there, you've been weird." Mas Gun replied.

"I'll think again. Looks like I'll move anyway, just don't know when exactly." I said.

Gun was silent, he said no more. Mas Gun took a cigarette and burned it.

"The decision is in your hands. The point is, if you need help, I have. If you want to tell me the problems you are facing, I also exist. Okay." said Mas Gun.

"Yes mas. *Suwun yo*." I said. I went back to my body, and went back to sleep.

\*\*\*

At 07:00 in the morning, I was about to return to the boarding house, I refused Mas Gun's wish to take me.

"Gue aja mas street, all sports. Hehehe."

"*Sakarepmu ae*." he muttered.

The air this morning is quite fresh, last night the rain made the road still wet. I walked slowly, enjoying the fresh air this morning. Sunlight seemed timid, for dew still cheerfully filled the morning air.

When I arrived in front of the alley, I saw a yellow flag tied to a large tree trunk. Who died? I walked straight to the boarding house. In front of the gate of Nek Iyah house many people gathered. What's the matter?

"Excuse me sir. Who died, huh?" I asked a man wearing a black peci.

"The child is Nek Iyah dek, Ma'am Wati." replied the man.

Hah, Miss Wati is dead?