Room No.11B
Part. 61

"Sir, my story continues tomorrow. It's night, it's eleven o'clock" said Kang Ujang.

"Gosh, yeah. It was eleven o'clock, not felt. Okay kang, tomorrow we go again yeah."

Kang Ujang cleaned the cup and then said goodbye to go home. I went into the room too. I put my body on the bed, I'm pretty tired today. I haven't turned the lights off, I'm lying down while looking at the roof. Exploring Kang Ujang's story, connecting several networks, matching the events I experienced.

Nyai Asih cat lovers, did the cats I saw at that time have anything to do with Nyai Asih? The woman in the shabby white clothes that Yuda and Bagas saw in the front house, what is the spirit of Nyai Asih? And the creepy sighting I saw in the clubbing, was that Nyai Asih's spirit as well? Ah, it's too early to conclude and put it all together.

Well, the night I slept in Mas Gun's rented I dreamed of seeing Bagas and Mbak Wati. What does this have to do with Tumbal and Nek Iyah?

At first glance I remembered the figure of Grandpa Badrun and the mustika Stone God Dawana. The must? Where do I put Grandpa Badrun's mustika? I got up from the bed, unpacked the contents of the closet, reached into each bag of my pants, took out the contents of the bag. Where is the mustika? God damn stupid me. I remember the last time I kept that mustika. Geez, that mustika I brought when I met with llham and Ki Sona. Then the rain flushed. The pants! It's in the wet pants I was wearing that night. Those pants are in Mas Gun's contract. I pat my eel, you stupid Adi. Why can I forget.

I went back to breaking my body, tomorrow after college I have to hire Mas Gun to take the mustika. It could be dangerous if Grandpa Badrun asked me where the mustika was and I didn't hold it.

I close my eyes, hoping the drowsiness strikes soon. Just a moment I closed my eyes, suddenly imagined the condition of Mbak Wati who lay lifeless with a gaping mouth and blood coming out of his tongue that was broken because of a bite. His eyes were wide open, as well as the image of the veins on his body protruding out. Scary.

Oh shit, my eyes are so fresh. Suddenly a goosebumps attacked, the feathers stood up. Brrr. I felt like something was strange. I pulled out the blanket, covering my entire body. I forced my eyes closed, as I read the prayer in my heart. Suddenly, my back felt touched, in a swab, moving slowly up to the hips. Instantly my body shivered in fear, sweat drenched its forehead. I gathered my courage.

"Yes..!!" I screamed loudly as I opened the blanket and looked behind me.

There's no one.

The touch was so felt on my back to my hips. Ah shit, is it because I don't keep the mustika Grandpa Badrun gave me? Ah, when did I believe in a stone? It's free to study religion. I calmed myself down, I tried to relax and relax. I put my body back down, I hugged the pillow roll, I closed my eyes, I read the prayer and the verse of the chair in my heart. I plead with Almighty God to protect me.

Not for five minutes, I slept really well.

***

My eyes were open, I saw the clock on my phone, 03:01. Tumben once there was no sound of baby crying that I heard. I went back to sleep too.

Ngikk kriett..

Uh, what's that sound?

Ngikk kriett..

Sounds again. What is that sound?

I got up and sat down, sharpening my ears to make it sound clearer. It's not heard anymore. Ah just bother, I also fall back.

Ngikk kriett..

Just breaking down, the voice came back. I don't know what it is? I get up and stand up. His voice sounded from outside, it was on the boarding page apparently.

Ngikk kriett..

I opened a little bit of the gordyn end of my room window, then peered into the boarding yard. The strange sound was still heard, very disturbing. But there's nothing on the boarding page.

Ngikk kriett..

Clamps. I turned the key and opened the door. It turns out that my curiosity beats everything.

My door opened, I was still inside. I just peeked, wryly observing each side of the boarding yard to the garage where the old sedan car was stuck. The dew tonight is not too thick, my visibility is quite far.

Ngikk kriett..

What the hell is that sound? Shit, I'm so distracted. Sticking my heart, I stepped outside the room. Looking to the right and left, looking at each corner.

But, as soon as I looked towards the garden beside room 11a. As soon as my hair stood up, my tongue fell, my teeth cluttered against each other, my hanky drowned.

I saw Mbak Wati's wheelchair move back and forth, right next to his grave. The strange sound I just heard came from a wheel that was beginning to age. The wheelchair moved back and forth, as if crashing into the grave of Madam Wati.

As fast as lightning I ran into the room. I quickly locked the door, I laid my body on the bed, my body slid into the blanket. My body shivered violently. I was scared to death.

Ngikk kriett..

The voice is still heard. Shit, damn it I am. I clothed my ear with a pillow, but the sound seemed to pierce through the lump of pillow cotton and force into my ear.

What dream did I have, to the point of seeing the wheel chair of the late Madam Wati who moved by herself in her grave. What's my fault with Ms Wati? I prayed in my heart, I read the unbroken seat. I slowly heard no more of that voice.

And I fell asleep too.

***

I'm ready to go to college for college. I didn't feel good this morning, probably because I saw my old wheelchair last night. What is the reason Nek Iyah put a wheelchair next to Mbak Wati's grave? Totally beyond reason, you grandmother peyot, I grunt in my heart.

I walked towards the garage, then deliberately looked at the grave of Mbak Wati. Uh, no wheelchair! Where's the fucking chair? Ah let it be, let it be in the devil even if I don't care. I walked through the garage. Ah yes, back to remembering the offer of Yuda the other day. I look forward to meeting Nek Iyah on the front page.

The Srekk Srekk.

Uh, the sound of a broomstick. It was definitely Nek Iyah's schedule of sweeping the courtyard every morning. I smile. Later if I meet with Nek Iyah, I just ask if this car has any intention to be sold? I neatly arranged my question for me to throw at Nek Iyah. I walked slowly, the sound of a broomstick still being heard.

Lho?

I was already in the yard.

Lah?

Where did Nek Iyah go? Did he enter his house that quickly? And again, the page still looks messy, the dry leaves are still spread. There was no sign of the used yard on the broom. Then the broomstick sound I heard earlier? Can not be wrong, my ears still work well, the function is still very optimal. How can I hear wrong? I stood still in the courtyard, once rubbing my ear-hole with my little tip.

Ah already. I also headed to campus.