Room No.11B
Part. 67

Ela delivered a plate of cake and a small basket of citrus fruits to my seat.

"Please bang." said Ela, smiling at me.

"Eh yes, thank you. Who's this cute?" said an old man sitting not far to my right. His thick mustache almost closed the top half of his lips, black peci in use a little backwards so that his wide forehead glistened exposed to the light of the lamp.

"Who contracted here times huh?" another father snatched, wearing a blue dongker shirt, his nose bangir, his eyes are cute, but his smile is naughty typical sugar daddy.

"Emang contracted here neng?" the old man with the thick mustache spoke again.

Ela who was in omongi just a smile did not answer. After she finished putting the cake plates away, Ela hurried away.

I picked up a piece of ring cake, shaped like a donut but smaller in size, for it was named ring cake. It's dark brown. Stung on the outside is crisp and crunchy, but inside is soft. Not too sweet, and delicious.

Kang Ujang seemed busy entertaining the audience, making coffee and tea. Strange Bang Oji has entered the room, one day I don't see him why his behavior is like that.

Trings.

There's an incoming message on my phone. Yudah?

- Do not forget about the car yes. I wait for news soon.ok! -

Damn, what should I answer? I decided not to reply to Yuda's message. Right now I am more busy to pay attention to Kang Ujang, so as not to escape my sight. Tonight he has to continue his story.

Trings.

what else is lo? -

Uh, Kemala? This one I have to reply to immediately. My fingers were agile typing every letter, replying to a message from Kemala. Sumringah smile.

"Dek Adi,"

Kang Ujang surprised me.

"Eh. Kang, yes kang."

"Do you want coffee? Or do you want some tea?" Kang Ujang offered me a drink.

"Emm, just tea. If the coffee will be just right to talk to Kang Ujang." answered me.

Kang Ujang went to make me a glass of tea, I continued to reply to a message from Kemala. Tumben once Kemala, not usually he who started the chat first. Reply sent.

"Deck mango, tea." Kang Ujang gave me a glass of hot tea.

"Thank you kang."

Kang Ujang sat in front of me. He picked up a piece of cake, and ate it.

"Lho, Kang Ujang where's the drink?" my many.

"I'm very easy on the deck" he said.

"Jang, Mr RT when you want to be in makamin?" the thick-moustached old man who teased Ela asked.

Kang Ujang replied, "The plan is tomorrow morning, tonight wait for the family who want to come from Cirebon."

"The one who's Cirebon who's Jang?" the man with the naughty smile asked.

"The wife of the deceased Cirebon tea. At will to serve, at the same time see the corpse of the deceased." replied Kang Ujang.

Kang Ujang knows a little, because Pak Rahmat is Kang Ujang's neighbor. Perhaps the fathers asked Kang Ujang.

"Kang, did the family of the deceased not suspect the unusual condition of the corpse?" askaku.

Kang Ujang approached me.

"It is precisely the deck, the family of Mr. Grace's wife wants to come from Cirebon. Because there seems to be something strange about the death of Mr. Rahmat." explained Kang Ujang.

We were joking, talking about various possibilities about the death of Mr. Grace which is less reasonable. Until one day, accidentally my eyes were fixed on Nek Iyah. Nek Iyah's sharp gaze looked at me, making me uncomfortable. I threw away my face, then went back to chatting with Kang Ujang. A few minutes later, I saw Nek Iyah again, strangely his gaze did not budge. He looked at me clingy. What's wrong with her?

Late at night, the residents were saying goodbye in groups. After a little help cleaning up the trash, I rushed into the room. Kang Ujang can not continue the story tonight, as a good neighbor he must prepare at the funeral home of Mr. Grace if at any time the family of the deceased needs help, I also understand him. The story can be continued at any time.

My living room light turned off, while the front room light I kept on. I put my body on the bed. Kemala has not returned my message, may have slept, time has also shown at 22:47. I also have to go to bed soon, because tomorrow's the morning lecture schedule. Aaahh, I am reminded of my agreement with Judah. Damn, when can I chat with Nek Iyah asking about the antique car. Tomorrow Yuda will ask for his progress. Let it be, I will answer tomorrow.

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Oeee oeee oeee oeee

The sound of baby crying, it's definitely three o'clock at night. Huh, let. Please cry until your mother comes suckling you, damn baby!, I get upset. I thieved.

Hmmm hmmm hmmm..

Uh, woman's voice humming? Ah, at least Ela's possessed again. There you were possessed until you climbed the top of the tallest tree, there!, I don't care, I muttered in a huffed heart. Ignore me.

I was more relaxed about the events I experienced, ranging from the sound of baby crying, and the sound of women humming, all felt ordinary. Whereabouts? Where else would you like to come? Huh huh? A wheelchair? Where you play with a wheelchair owned by Mbak Wati, if you can speed on the streets to the police, again I muttered in my heart. I don't care, I'm not scared.

The sound of baby crying is still heard, now getting louder. A woman's voice sounded very close. Curious that I was made, I woke up relaxed. I rubbed my eyes slowly. At most just the sound of an intangible baby crying, I sat down casually. Then, that humming sound? Halaah, most Ela possessed. If that happens, I'll just let him hum until morning, I wonder. What the demon possessing him strongly hummed until morning. Hahahahaha, my imagination is wild.

I walked slowly towards the front room.

Deg deg deg deg deg deg deg..

Whatisit? Who'sis that?

My heart pumps really fast.

Dengkulku.

Fur luduk goosebumps.

My hands are shaking violently.

My tongue cannot say.

Pe.so creepy sightings.

I saw a woman in a red dress. He stood at the corner of the wall, attached to the wall. Her hair was chaotic but long to the waist. His face was as pale as cotton. His eyelids and eye bags are jet black. His eyes widened to look at the lump of batik cloth in his carrying. His smile smirked evilly. His hands were thin, his fingers long, with nails that were also long and sharp black in color. His voice slashed, giving me goosebumps.

I can't move my legs. Even to throw away face cannot. My face seemed to be fixated, to see the figure of this woman in a red dress. In fact, to be closed I can't. This figure controls my body. Only my eyeballs can move.

Sweat pours profusely, the woman in red dress is still humming while patting batik cloth. Suddenly, eyes that seemed to be looking towards the batik cloth in his carrying, slowly moved to look at me. Oh, my God, I'm so scared. Just this time I saw a figure that was so scary, even without blood splashed.

He looked at me, his smile grinning, his wide lips almost touching the earlobe. Then slowly he approached me. I cried, but could not make a sound. My tears just dripping down my cheeks. My whole body was stiff, the cold and heat alternately felt.

"Hihihihihihi." he laughed softly.

Her scary face was right in front of my face.

Tep.

Suddenly the lights went out. Darkened. Yet a glimpse of the face of this terrifying woman was visible. Her silhouette was sinister, with a smile that kept grinning, with eyes that were staring at me sharply.

"I love anakhh.. Hihihihihi." her voice was slow yet so scary.

His long index finger with long nails also touched my cheek. He opened his mouth, his long tongue sticking out, licking my cheek. From his tongue dripped a thick, red liquid. This woman's face is getting closer to mine. His nose touched my nose, and the smell of fireworks filled my nose.

I pray in my heart, hoping for help from the Almighty, or at least from Grandpa Badrun, his mother Kemala, or anyone else. Anyone willing to help me from this gripping feeling.

Then, my eyes are dark. All I see is black. I can't even speak, or hear my voice.

Am I dead?