Room No.11B
Part. 7

The sound of growling still accompanied us down from the fifth-floor emergency stairs. My breath began to pant, sweat poured down my forehead, my neck began to ache. Bagas did not look at me for a second, he was in the front position. We kept running down the stairs.

Second floor.

Come on a little more! I encouraged myself. Bagas' breath was wheezing, I heard clearly. The sounds of growling and thumping still follow you down.

Until we arrived on the first floor. Bagas push strong emergency stair door. I helped him from behind. Oh, my God, this door is heavy. Just shifted a little. While the sound of growling sounds getting closer. Bagas kicked the emergency exit, I used my arm to push the door.

And, finally open. As fast as lightning we came out, and Bagas immediately closed the door.

I lay on the floor, Bagas sat leaning against the wall. We looked at each other. Not a word came out of me, neither did Bagas. We breathe slowly. A janitor was astonished to see us.

"Hey, what's wrong with you?" ask the officer.

Bagas just shook his head, I was just indifferent.

"In, you healthy Di?" ask Bagas.

"Huh, healthy Gas. Hah hah," I replied breathlessly.

"How is Gas?"

"Crazy, feel like I'm dying!"

"To warkop next to campus yuk Di!" bring Bagas.

I wiped the sweat on my forehead, then replied.

"Yuk! My throat is dry."

"We talk about it on the warkop only Di." said Bagas. I just nodded.

We also headed to Warkop. Throughout the journey we remained silent. There's no chatter. Some students were seen still passing around the campus. Street lights one by one lit up.

"Kang, one sweet iced tea. Lo what's Di?" Bagas.

"Just like that."

Warkop filled students. Beside the campus is indeed a favorite place of students, because many food stalls and places to hang out like coffee shops. There are also many internet cafes and computer rentals, as well as photo copy.

We sat on a long wooden bench, before two glasses of sweet iced tea came. Bagas suck until half a glass is left.

"In, you're also horrified, right?" ask Bagas.

"That's my horror. What do you think it is?"

"Not knowing I'm in. I'm public about that. This was my first experience at." said Bagas.

"Yes the same gas."

"I think I look back in the afternoon from the campus Di, let alone the deck-deck magrib time" said Bagas.

My feet still feel sore. Shirts wet with sweat. So did Bagas, he looked limp. Occasionally siphon off the sweet iced tea.

Azaan magrib was heard from the large mosque across the campus.

"In, can I not ride a ride in your boarding house?" ask Bagas.

"Gas, time cannot. I also think I need a meeting because of this incident." I said.

"Tomorrow to wear my clothes. If it's a shirt, I'm a lot."

"There's a lot in." said Bagas, smiling.

After the magrib prayer, we went to my hostel. We talked about a lot along the way, but no longer mentioned what happened this afternoon. We walked into the alley.

"Crazy, the road to your boarding house is so dark at."

"Yes, but if you walk early in the morning really good. Cool." I said.

Not long after, we arrived at the gate.

"Eh Di, whose house is it?" point Bagas to the tiny house in front of my boarding gate.

"I don't know I'm Gas, I just moved here."

"Emang why?" ask me while opening the gate.

"Ah is okay."

I asked for permission to Nek Iyah because Bagas hitched a ride to sleep tonight in my room. Luckily Nek Iyah allowed it.

"It's good to be allowed yes, if I'm not confused where to sleep Di."

"Yes, thank God."

I opened the door to the room. After greeting and taking off my shoes, I entered.

"Lake the Gas!"

"In, kost lo very good atmosphere. It's quiet, it's so peaceful." said Bagas.

"Yes, I'm lucky I got this hostel. The price is also quite affordable, yes because I live alone anyway."

"It's good if the price is affordable. Make the students really important monitor it at."

"Yes dong."

"Once again if the burning event is here. The page is quite broad." said Bagas.

"Well, unfortunately here you can't burn Gas" I replied, giving a sarong and sweatshirt to Bagas.

"Eh, can't. Why Di?" tanyakanya.

"I don't know my mother. Just as I asked her alesannya, she just said that it can't ya can't." I explained.

"That's doang?" ask Bagas back.

"Yes, that's doang,"

"Nih glove the same clothes, make you pray the same sleep. Shower first there!" tell me.

"Okay, thanks Di." Bagas took the sarong and sweatshirt and took a shower.