Room No.11B
Part. 98

Today we had a lot of fun, we saw a lot of books and dozens of good novels in Gramedio, we had lunch together, we had ice cream together, and we watched movies together. I don't think I want this day to end. But the afternoon has arrived, Kemala should go home soon. Don't let her come home late, and I don't want her to get upset by her mother. My plan to meet with Tika and Kang Ujang also had to be resigned, Tika was busy working on assignments, while I was cool with Kemala.

Motorcycle shot through the city this afternoon, traffic was not too heavy. I hugged Kemala, again his hands tightly holding my waist. Ah really glad I am.

"Today, thank you for me today. Arriving at the tract watching everything, the film is very exciting." said Kemala on the motorcycle.

"Yes, we are both La. Uh, you guys aren't mad about me walking the same way?" my many.

Silence did not answer.

"Don't talk about my guy anymore. It doesn't matter." he replied.

What is it with Kemala and Panji? Is their relationship over? Is there a problem between them? Ah, care of the devil! What matters today is that I had enough fun with Kemala.

Tiiiiinnn tiiiiiiiinnn. A car honks behind us.

"What a car! Lack of work." I was upset.

Tiiiiiiinnn.

"That's Panji's car!" kemala.

Whahuh? Car Panji. Whoa, danger! I could be accused of snatching someone's girlfriend like this.

"Seriously that's your guy's car?" manya panic.

The car got ahead of us, then cut and stopped right in front of the bike I was driving. I pressed the brake hard. His body hit my back.

"God! Is it okay La?" askaku while lowering the standard of the motor. "Udah crazy this time people! Just cut the road."

"That's okay" replied Kemala.

The pennant got out of the car, then slammed the car door firmly. His face was full of anger.

He approached me, pulling my collar with both hands.

"Who are there no other girls you can walk with? Huh!" Panji.

I pushed her body hard. The banner was pushed back, the grip on my shirt loosened.

"What the fuck! Find noisily!" reply me with a loud voice.

"Pennant! It's already! Adi, hold the emotion. It's already!" They tried to break us.

Panji was still insistent on approaching me, but Kemala held him back. I've put the ready position, my hands are clenched.

"Sial lo, you want to take my girl! Huh!" says angry.

I kept quiet not responding to his words. Suddenly Panji's fist shot towards my face, I prepared. I dodged quickly, I threw my fist into his stomach.

Bugg!

My punch landed right near his heart. The banner fell down, he grimaced in pain holding his stomach.

"Adi, you're nothing!" Kemala yelled at me, he squatted beside Panji who was curling up in pain.

"Flame! I was just defending myself. You ask your boy, why would you suddenly hit me." I reply.

Kemala helps Panji get up, and breaks him into the car. Kemala.

"I said hold on to emotions! You don't have to play a hit!"

"Lho, why am I wrong?" my many.

When he got on his bike, he put on a helmet and started the engine.

"Because you can't stand your emotions!" kemala said, then he left me by the side of the road. The car left.

I stood by myself, some people across the street seemed to still gather because of the incident earlier.

"Udah find another girl bang!" a man shouted from across the street.

"Cool bang! The shot was on target!" another is welcomed.

"Spiritual bang!" add another one.

"Allahu Akbar, Allaaaahu Akbar."

adzan maghrib roars from the mosque across the street. Really, my life today is full of wonderful coincidences. I rushed to the mosque.

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"Stop here aja mas." I patted brother Ojol's shoulder slowly.

The motor stopped too. I pay with cash. Then the Ojol brother left. I deliberately went down near the field, because my stomach was hungry and my goal was a rice stall near the alley. I walked a little bit.

"Son Adi."

Stalled steps. Grandpa Badrun's Voice. I looked to the left right looking for Grandpa Badrun. I turned around, Grandpa Badrun was already standing a few steps behind me.

"Grandfather! Please cake." I said.

"What's the matter Adi?"

"Before, I'm sorry cake. The necklace given by Kek Badrun is no longer stored." I said while bowing my face.

"Where is that necklace now, son? Did you lose it?" ask Grandpa Badrun.

"These brackets are in, they are in the hands of Nek Iyah kek." I replied doubtfully.

Grandpa Badrun was silent. Both of his hands were pushing down.

"Pardon the cake, I can not keep the trust of Kek Badrun." I added.

"Oh, it's okay. Grandpa was really worried, actually. Indeed, how is the story until the necklace can be in Badriyah?" ask Grandpa Badrun.

I told you about Yuda who deliberately traded the necklace for some money. I told you everything for what it is, nothing to exaggerate.

"Your friend can't be completely blamed, because he doesn't know the necklace isn't just a necklace. But obviously, you have to take the necklace back from Badriyah's hands." said Grandpa Badrun.

We also fell silent.

"Grandfather, what is the effect of the necklace if it is kept by Nek Iyah?"

Grandpa Badrun sighed.

"Son, that's what grandpa was worried about. If the necklace is held by the owner of black magic, then it will be more powerful. Badriyah is a black magician, I fear he will be more powerful. And his most powerful pet, the red kuntilanak. It will be stronger and harder to defeat." explained Grandpa Badrun.

"So, how should I cake? What should I do?" my many.

Grandpa Badrun rubbed his beard. He seems to be thinking.

"Son Adi, for now asking for help from the Almighty is the only way."

"What way is the cake? The obligatory prayers I have never stayed, nor have I prayed. What's less?" my many.

"Every three o'clock at night you will get disturbances, that's when you wake up and perform tahajud prayers. Tahajud can grant any wish." explained Grandpa Badrun. "Whose grandfather was afraid, Badriyah's pet, the red kuntilanak, could come at any time to disturb you." continued Badrun's grandfather.

"What's? Red kuntilanak? Gosh, that figure is the creepiest cake." I said in shock. "Then, did you have any plans to take back the necklace?" I continued to ask.

Grandfather Badrun was silent, his facial features faintly looking very serious.

"Son Adi, there's one way to take the necklace. But this doesn't work out completely, we can only rely on luck and chance." said Grandpa Badrun.

"I mean luck and what coincidence is cake?" manya curious.

"Look, every full moon in the second week precisely the night of Friday kliwon, Badriyah as a devotee of black magic will go to the rock well at the foot of Mount Komang. He will perform a ritual shower there. That's what grandfather meant by luck and coincidence. Good luck so you can get inside her house looking for that necklace before Badriyah comes back in the middle of the night."

"Then, what happened to the cake?" my many.

Grandpa Badrun looked at me sharply.

"It just so happened that Badriyah did not carry the necklace in her bathtub ritual" explained Grandpa Badrun.

"When Nek Iyah brought the necklace with him in his ritual, how was the cake?" my many.

Grandpa Badrun let out a long sigh.

"Then danger will lurk." he replied briefly.