Story At Night's
Mysterious Video Call

It was almost midnight, when Bimo's phone rang. Between conscious and not, having almost fallen asleep, Bimo saw who was calling. There was a video call. On the phone screen, 'Private Number calling...'

"Huh, who the heck, midnight is like a lack of work", Bimo's curse in the heart.

He was the most lazy to pick up the phone from a foreign number. Phone's rejected. Before long, his phone rang again, still the same caller without identity. And for the second time Bimo rejected the call.

Three minutes later, the phone rang again. Still a private number. Bimo's patience is over. Phone lifted.

"Hallo...? who is this?", Bimo greeted with a raucous voice.

On the phone screen appeared a strange image, not the face of the caller who appeared, but like the image of ants when the television was not broadcast. At first glance Bimo remembered the scene of the film 'The Ring', when the Ghost of Sadako will appear to prey on his victims. Where there may be ghosts, it is only a movie, Bimo thought to himself.

"Hallo..?? who the hell is this? Lack of work, disturb people.", Bimo began to emotion.

I heard a reply from the caller. A woman's voice, with a voice as well.

"Hallooo... sayaaang... What are you doing? I miss it" said the voice of the caller.

Bimo tried to remember who the owner of the voice was. But the voice was unknown to him. Pake event call dear all.

"Yes... But who is this??", Bimo began to get impatient.

"Darling.. tolooong me. I need your help here now.", replied the voice of the caller in a weak voice.

Suddenly the feathers of Bimo goosebumps. He recalled the PHONE GHOST story he had read on *****, as well as a vicious phone story that had been uproar in his college. It turns out that what is said is the voice of the devil, just a recording of a girl's voice mailbox, the work of a prankster. But cook yes, there's a prank call using video call everything, in Bimo's heart.

"Heii. don't lack work.", Bimo gets angry and hangs up.

*****

Tomorrow night, the same thing happened again. There's a video call from a private number. But Bimo cuek, he thinks, most people who last night want to do it again.

The third night, the private number still contacted him via video call. Curious, Bimo picked up the phone. The image of ants appears again as when the television is no broadcast.

"Hallooo.", Bimo said hello.

"I'm so. You say something.. I miss it.", still the same voice.

"Uhm..?", Bimo muttered.

"I help me. I need you here now.", continued the voice was weak.

Bimo was curious, "Where can I help you? You who? What do you need help from?", Bimo replied.

In his heart was still trying to guess who might have been prank on him. Adit's not possible, Usy? But Usy does not have HP that can video call, or maybe Via, a friend of his famous campus queen prank. Ah, the whole-life Via rarely calls himself. Most if the phone again there is a want, because you want a copy of the record if again the exam season.

"You just came to my house, the address is on Jalan Puri number 67", the caller told Bimo.

You know, cook it if the one who calls the ghost uses the show ngasi know the address of everything, thought Bimo. Where to call use video call, rich very yes ghost can buy HP 3G everything. He just had to die-hard to buy HP that could video call, Bimo chuckled himself inwardly.

"Ehh... uh.. Who are you? Are you human or a demon?", Bimo tries to convince him who called him.

"My name is Rika.", reply to the voice of the weak caller.

"Whose rika is it? Do I know elo?", Bimo interrupted.

Tuutt. tuutt. Bimo cursed again. Aah, why also I thought, tired deh, thought Bimo while hugging his favorite bolster, and in a matter of minutes he was swept into the dream realm.

After college, Bimo decides to go to Rika, the mysterious girl who called him last night. All you prove that Rika is a demon or not, Bimo concluded. Search has a search, finally the address he was referring to met also, Jalan Puri 67. Though Bimo was scared to death if the address he was looking for was a grave, like the story in the soap opera ghost, but it was not. He got a pretty luxurious house. The three-story, with modern architecture, is exactly like the houses on the home design show he often sees on television.

Ting... Bimo rang the bell. There is no guarantee from the owner of the house. Ting... Bimo rang the bell again. Stay quiet no legit. Ting. tong.. a woman who was aged in traditional Javanese clothes came out in a row, it looks like a maid in the house.

"Who are you looking for.??", the woman asked Bimo.

"Uhm... sorry, is this Rika's house?", Bimo asked.

"Yes.here is Rika's house, but.", the woman stopped talking.

"Uhm... sorry??", Bimo tried to reinforce the woman's words.

"Let's den, please enter first", the woman invited Bimo in.

Bimo made sure first the foot of the woman who told him to enter was on the floor or not, just in case something unexpected happened. But the old woman's feet on the floor, as well as her back, were not hollow. Aman, thought Bimo. He stepped foot into the house.

"Let's sit down, my name is Mbok Kanti, I am a maid in this house, I briefly get a drink", she continued, awakening Bimo who was staggering alone.

"Ohh, yes, thank you" said Bimo.

Before long, the maid came out with a glass of cold drink. It just so happens to be thirsty again, Bimo said in his heart. Again he looked carefully at the contents of the drink offered Mbok Kanti, fearing that the contents were suddenly not water. After making sure the glass in his hand contained real water, he immediately swallowed it up.

"I'm sorry.. This is what non Rika is?" said Mbok Kanti breaking the silence.

"Eee.. i. Bimo, his friend Rika, Mbok", said Bimo short.

Of course there is no way he confessed, if he came out of curiosity to get a call from Rika who is either a demon or a human.

"By the way, which Rikana is, Mbok?", Bimo continued.

"Is it, sorry, do not you know that non Rika died in a car accident a year ago?", Mbok Kanti replied short.

Bimo. He makes sure the woman speaking in front of him speaks honestly or not. It could be that Mbok Kanti was told by a mysterious girl named Rika who called to train herself, while Rika again laughed and laughed on the top floor of the house, because she had managed to successfully prank it, he said, so thought Bimo.

"Sorry Mbok, is that right?", Bimo tried to make sure.

"True den, non Rika died in a car accident exactly a year ago, right on this day, her birthday. He was in an accident while receiving a call from his girlfriend while driving a car. Unaware in front of him was a tanker truck speeding. The condition of the car is shaggy, the body of non Rika herself is almost unrecognizable.", Mbok Kanti's eyes glazed over.

He seems honest, Bimo thought. Because usually the maid is not smart to lie, let alone use all acting shows, it is impossible, Bimo said in his heart.

Mbok Kanti walked away from Bimo who was still dumbfounded, analyzing what his relationship with the Rika accident was. Mbok Kanti came out again, this time carrying a photo of a woman aged about 19 years, smiling, pure white, with hair rebonding the latest model, similar to the famous model, Dominique. Bimo noticed the photo.

"It's a non-Rican photo, den.", said Mbok Kanti aware of Bimo who is still confused himself while mangosteen.

It turned out that Bimo's curiosity was answered. Rika is dead. And the dead can't possibly call. Impossible, thought Bimo. It was obvious that someone else was fighting him. Finally Bimo excuses to go home, after saying thank you to Mbok Kanti.

While turning on his motorbike, Bimo still thought, who is the person who is prank on him. However, when he walked about three blocks from the house he had just visited, his phone rang again. Video call from private number. Suddenly somehow I had the feathers of Bimo goosebumps. With trembling hands, Bimo picked up his phone. The image of the ants looks like when the television is not broadcast. Vaguely now appears the face of a woman, between clear and not. For a long time it became clear, the face of the girl he saw in the photo, in the house he had just visited. But the face on the phone screen was so pale, his eyes were staring at Bimo with a glare.

Bimo's heart stopped beating. Bimo drove his motorbike so badly that he almost hit a meatball who happened to pass by. Either because he was so afraid, without realizing it, Bimo's HP fell when it hit the meatball cart. The meatball was furious, but the person who hit him was missing.

On the street, the meatballer tidied up his wagon. Just then, his hand found an object, the fallen Bimo HP. He raised the HP. There are pictures of ants like when the television is not broadcast. Slowly a girl's voice sounded.

"I help me. I need your help here now..."