The Setra Backhouse
CHAPTER 53. UNCLEAR REQUEST FOR HELP

I just sat in the chair that Sumadi usually occupied while she was doing her job.

At this time I do not know what to do, I was lazy to see Sumadi's edits. All I thought about was why Tina's mother was like that….

Handycam is in the process of charging which may take two or three hours.

And within two or three hours of staying in a hotel room, I couldn't leave the hotel with the only tool full of documentation.

And the most important thing is that I have to go to the hospital to bring clothes and equipment belonging to Sumadi.

Or gini ajalah.I better go to the hospital alone, I bring all the equipment including chargers from all the tools we use so far.

I prepared all the clothes and all the equipment Sumadi, I unplugged the handycam charger and I put it in the other bag.

Two bags I have prepared, one contains a tool of war, and the other contains Sumadi's clothes. Everything is in order and ready to go to the hospital.

Uughh the air in this room is stuffy and hot.It is better to turn on the AC room from earlier is still in a state of death…

Finally this room is cool as well.fucking cold air coming from the AC as if to tell me to sit on the bed.

This morning before noon there was nothing I was doing here, I was just trying to think about what we were doing so we might get into trouble from the two weird Tina kids.

Huuaammmm.. drowsiness suddenly attacked, after it was hot on the road.now it feels good and sleepy with AC on…

I think there is nothing wrong if I take a break, did Sumadi have someone to take care of at the hospital.

I laid my body on the bed while doing whatever we had done and what it had to do with the twins and with Mbak Hera and gek Ayu.

Aakh at the moment I have not seen the connection between our goal here with the strange twins and the two mbak mbak who will help us.

There is more about Mr. Wayan, the supernatural, here all happens by itself and befall us. but try to connect first.

But the twins and his mother, as well as the information from the taxi driver, were curious……..

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Lho….

Why am I sitting on the porch? Didn't I just fall asleep in my room?

I tried to stand up, but my legs suddenly seemed paralyzed, I could not move my body, my body was like glued to the porch chair.

Circumstances around here dark.I looked to the left in the next seat turned out to be a figure who was sitting and looking at the car park.

Pak Wayan's….

“ Don't be afraid” said the figure next to me while smiling and still looking at the car park

Mr. Wayan as before, he speaks the area here, but strangely I understand what he said, and surely I will answer with the language of the region here as well.

“Pak Wayan, why do I have a hotel terrace?”

“Yes, you're sitting with me. After you and your friend I saved from the rampage and the attack of the faint wong that was at the bottom of the ravine of the river”

“you are safe and secure. Get into what's going on with your friend”

Mr. Wayan kept looking at the car park, he spoke not looking at me at all.

I try to move my body to look in the room, for now I do not know how I am in a state, I just let me follow the path that the universe is playing for me.

Fortunately just to look at it turns out my body can still be moved….

I went into the room, it was jeez….

Inside the room were two twins…..

Eh not two but there are three figures in the room, which two are indeed twins that I know as Gusta and Gustin, while one is a big tall figure!

The three of them turned their backs to me, so I couldn't see what they were doing inside the room next to Sumadi's bed.

They were doing something with Sumadi who was lying on the bed!

I tried to shout to warn and wake Sumadi up, but my mouth was tightly locked, and could not make a sound at all!

I tried to move inside, but my body could not move at all. I'm like a statue on a patio chair watching my friend who might be being tormented by three figures.

I did not answer what Mr. Wayan said, my mind cried out loudly to see three figures who were somehow doing what to my friend Sumadi.

“I saved you from that house, and it turns out you guys here also have a problem with those in that room. You guys are wrong when playing with them” said Mr. Wayan

“They are from Java, and very dangerous.”.

“I don't know what they're doing here. The three figures are not human, and right now they are interested in you and your friend it”

“I can help you to avoid the three figures from Java that are very dangerous, but you also have to help me”

“What should I help mr Wayan!”

“Follow your heart, follow the pattern that is here, later you will know for yourself, I will say through your mind. The important thing is now that you have agreed to help me”

“Yes I agree to help pak”

Why am I in trouble here, what about Gusta and Gustin, and what do they want from me and Sumadi?

I looked back….

Does this have anything to do with lolokcicing…..

When I looked to the left, it turned out that Mr. Wayan was no longer there. I was alone on the terrace of the hotel with a sense of coughing eh incredible sleepiness….

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 TOK.TOK….

“PAK PAINOOOO EXCUSE PAAAAK!!”

GECK..GECK..GECK….

“PAK PAINOOOOO WAKE UP PAAAAK!”

My ears are like the sound of knocking on doors and calling my name…

I opened my eyes slowly….

I stared at the ceiling of the hotel room…

I'm in a hotel room bed, AC hotel nyala…

“PAK PAINOOOO... EXCUSE ME PAAAAK!”

Eh it's like Hera's voice... Who calls me is Mbak Hera... why is she here?

I was still in bed, I was confused by what I had just experienced.

I met Mr. Wayan on the terrace of the hotel.. Oh, come on, I'll think again…

“Iya mbak Hera, briefly mbaak”

I got up and sat on the bedside, and I went to Sumadi's bed, and there were two bags ready..

Oh, my God, I have to be in the hospital!

I fell asleep.I saw my watch, it turns out it's four in the afternoon.

I slept for a long time, but the feeling was only a few minutes of sleep!

“Iya mbak Hera, briefly, I came out room” shouted me from inside the room

I was still sitting by the bed and confused as to what I was going to do, my brain seemed to hang, my brain seemed lazy to think.

I walked to the door of the room. I opened the door of the room with a confused feeling, why there is a Hera here.

“Pak Paino this is how the hell, the condition of Mr. Sumadi is being serious sir.!”

“From yesterday the hospital tried to call my father's phone, but not the foster father!” said Mbak Hera with a somewhat angry tone

“Then the hospital called me, because my phone number they recorded as the one who drove you two this morning sir!”