Sweet Psycho's
30

When everyone was gone, Michell was watching tv. Michell doesn't understand the language he speaks. But how else? There was nothing else he could do but watch television.

Many times Michell changed channels, but none of them were interesting.

“Pffftt... long time bosen also yes. Michell doesn't know the same language.” His complaint.

He looked at the door. I really want him out. But, is it okay…?

Michell got up from the couch. His feet approached the door. “Michell, go nowhere. Michell just wants to see outside what's up.” His inner.

After that, Michell opened the door. He looked at the tabjuk on the carpet that became the floor mat.

“Kok Michell just realized yes.”

Slowly his feet stepped on the carpet. Michell smiled as his feet felt cold after coming into contact with the object.

He walked slowly down the hallway. There are five doors in the hallway. Numbers 789, 790, 791, 792, 793.

And the room Michell was in numbered 793. It is at the edge, facing towards the elevator. While the other rooms, facing each other.

Michell's curiosity is burning. He approached the elevator and pressed a button there. But a moment later, he woke up.

He hurried back to his hotel room. When he wanted to open the door, it arrived…

“Loh? How can't you?” Michell asked in panic.

Apparently, the card was left inside. How hard Michell tried to open the door, still can not be. Because, he had to use a card to be able to access the room.

Inevitably, Michell must be locked outside.

Michell, who was getting more panicked, could only cry while trying to open the door.

“This is why. Why can't Michell get in. huaa... the door is broken or what the hell?”.

“How to samuel go home. Later Michell ketauan. yaampun this Michell should do..”.

Michell banged on the door, hoping it would open on its own.

“Lock yes?” Ask someone.

Michell looked back. He found the figure of the man he had met before.

“I-iya.” Michell answered nervously.

The man approached. “Indeed, inside who?”

Michell shook. “No who is.”

“Keep why did you knock on the door?” Ask.

Michell who doesn't know what to answer can only be quiet.

“You need a card to get into.” Her speech.

“What card?” Michell asked in confusion.

“Like this.” The man showed me a card from his pocket.

“Then, do.” Michell said innocently.

The man smiled and then shook his head. “Neg. This card is different. This card can only be used for my room.”

Michell nibbled his lips. He thought hard, trying to understand something.

“So, how do I make that card?”

The man was silent while thinking. “Everyone has been given a card since they stayed here.”

“But, michell doesn't have his card. Michell was out for a while, not even five minutes. But just as Michell wants to enter, arrived the door lock rich gini.”

“Is there no other way?” Reciprocity.

Hmm, okay. He understands now. His card was left inside.

“I can help you. But with one condition.”

“What is it?” Michell asked.

The man smiled with satisfaction. He approached and whispered something to her.

“Deal?”

Michell nodded and shook his hand. “Deal.”

….

After the two of them went to the receptionist, Michell finally managed to get his chip card.

Michell was fascinated when he saw the man speaking Russian. He looked very authoritative.The man was well-informed and….

Handsomest.

Michell was very grateful to him.

“Still yes. If there is no you, then maybe Michell will be cold here.”

The man nodded.

“Oh yes, you are from Indonesia huh?” Ask Michell.

“Not.” The answer.

Michell was in shock. “Continue, how can you speak in Indonesian.”

The man chuckled. “Ibuku people Indonesia. I learned from him.”

“Oooo.” Michell nodded.

“So. Then Michell comes in first. Until tomorrow.”

“Eehh...” had not had time for the man to continue his words, Michell had already closed the door.

“Humm..”