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Planned Meeting

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~Li Na~

From the mansion in front came the loud laughter of Babe and Nyak, laughing at Mr. Min.

 “Clean yourself. Old Udeh also came pouring so,” Babe said chuckling, pointing at the water droplets extending from the outside to the garage.

In the corner Mr. Min bent over, covering the wet pants. His knees and body were shaking violently.

His face was deathly colorless, a tingling taste mixed in the middle-aged man's head. Shame is covered by overwhelming fear. The black shadow he saw had surrounded Nilam's body. Not to mention the sound of laughter ... Huh! Mr. Min shuddered while hugging his body.

His heart tried to calm itself. The two masters in the room were unaware of what he was feeling. They just kept laughing and then left him behind.

Mr. Min was back when his phone was embroidered. Neng Nilam, the name that appeared made him quickly press the red button, then put just any mobile phone bars on the floor.

He was not ready to receive Nilam's call, fear still dominates.

Inside Nilam's room kept trying to get back to Mr. Min. Want to ask when the pipe was repaired, all of you are sorry for making Mr. Min was flushed.

Nilam was disturbed by the pungent smell of got that spread his kiss. Very rotten, fishy and

like a smell .. carcass!

Until the night he felt the smell was very disturbing. The room door was closed with a fan lit up Full to relieve it. Potent enough. Nilam is still relaxing in Bed, enjoying TV shows while waiting for the arrival of three other boarding residents who have not yet returned to work.

After Magrib, three young women flock to Nilam's place, intending to gather as usual. The place where the youngest girl among others is often used as a gathering area before bed, filling the time with exciting chat until late at night.

“Hai new pounced, bring souvenirs what? Uh, I think there's a weird smell, Ni. What smell, Ni?” ask Dian, please,

the end door occupants are so first in.

The others also closed their noses, immediately entering the room, facing the fan.

“Close the door,” Dara told Tri who came in later. The sweet girl quickly closed the door.

“Iya, tuh. Drain pipe is dislodged, Mr. Min is afraid to fix it. What's the feeling from your room?” nilam asked, crawling to the bed, sitting against the wall.

“Measure.” Tri next to the room with him shook his head.

“Yes, from my place there is no smell either. Uh, is Mr Min afraid why?” Dara asked while frowning.

Dara's hand catches a large throw of cassava chips from Dian. He opened the package to be eaten sharing with Nilam. One more pack for Tri and Dian kongsi.

Nilam plucked a slice while starting to tell me about the incident this afternoon. Until the part he knew from Nyak that Mr. Min wet the bed.

The three women suddenly heard Nilam's words, but the girl had not finished her story.

They chatted accompanied by a teen soap opera on TV, but none of them focused on watching. Chit-chat

continue with each other's words. It was as if they were reunion after a long time.

 “Where is Juju in the village, Ni? Not a fad, did you suddenly dream of elo?” Dian, a twenty-seven-year-old single woman is very fond of fighting Nilam and Juju.

“No, Di, ordinary aja.” Nilam scooped a cupper of input chips into a gaping mouth full. Making

the others looked at him.

Astonished to see his tiny lips that seemed to be able to stretch super wide, as if they could enter a fist. Nilam Ngunyah way is also very fast. Five seconds later, his mouth was empty.

Three friends exchanged looks. Something was strange, they thought compact.

“Eh, thanks yes, Di, rice fieldnya.” Nilam seemed unaware of their strange gaze. Get off the bed, pull the plastic that Dina had stored on the table.

Immediately open and devour it greedily. Nilam looks like a starving man.

“How's disk? Regularly,” sahut Nilam licked the rest of the seasoning in the fingers. Immediately received a tissue throw from Dara, telling him to clean his hands with the wet tissue.

“Iya, Ni. I eat very cepet. Kayak lightning,” chirps Tri, women from Kalimantan was greeted by the gelak

others.

“Exposure time,” sahut Dara cuek still chew the remaining chips in the container.

“Emh, I had time to suspect elo soan with Juju while on the road.” Dian switched the conversation, re-emphasizing the high youth. He was most curious about Nilam and Juju's relationship which he considered a compatible couple.

“No, Di. Nothing, just normal.” Nilam snatched a packet of chips from his hand. Poured to the palm,

back in full into the mouth, it instantly disappears in three chews.

“This is really, you feel, really, so greedy. Look, tuh. As soon as it runs out in an instant,” said Dara protesting, pointing to the contents of the package that he just realized had jumped.

Dian also protested. “Gelo, lo. Usually the most elo enjoy eating slowly so as not to spit abis, this is really sadistic!”

 “Oh, why, anyway? If you do not want to yes do not bring it here earlier,” protest Nilam Cuek, while licking the rest of the powdered seasoning chips.

Patchouli looks increasingly become, wrap chips that have been torn up, and licked in the packaging until the sound of strange clucking in their ears. The three pairs of eyes looked at him without a blink.

“Yes, Allah. Why is this a child?” He took the trash out of Nilam's hands. It made him shocked to see his three friends.

“Napa, anyway?” tanyanya polo's.

 “You, really, after coming home so, Ni?” Tri the girl from Borneo touched her forehead. "Feelings no longer have fever."

“Hunger him tuh.” Dara reveals origin.

 “Ah, how hungry? What stomach balloon? Just ate rice padang that contains until upholding gini.” Dian arched the back of the hand, publishing Tri and Dara's understated laughter.

While Nilam blushed, thinking it was just a joke of his friends. Without fully understanding what they mean.

The entire inhabitants of this boarding house are like inseparable brothers. Over four years Nilam was familiar with them. Everyone knows each other's bad qualities. A little storm was common, after which they would laugh again.

For some reason Nilam felt his appetite was greatly increased. Anything that sticks to the tongue is delicious and always feels less. He held his own strange suspicions with himself, too late to laugh at the act of Dara who imitated the nagging boss in the office earlier.

They returned to chat, accompanied by a tickle, then dispersed when drowsiness approached.

**

A second from the wall clock pictured by Hello Kitty was felt to accompany a gust of cold wind that entered the ventilation gap, room Nilam. A black shadow seemed to surround his body. The sleeping girl started to move uneasily.

Feeling his body start to cool, the longer he shivered until Nilam trembled violently. Still closed he pulled the blanket to the limit of the neck. When going back to sleep the blanket moves, down by itself until his body is back open.

Nilam flailed in search of the thick cloth. Realizing nothing, he forced open eyes that felt sticky. It's still the middle of the night and only slept an hour ago.

In a sitting position, the white girl scanned where the thing was looking for. The pink cloth fell on the floor of his feet. A slight bend Nilam would take, but his hand came to a halt as he felt a gust of wind at the nape of his neck. Chilly. Then came a voice like the rapid breathing of a person, behind his back.

It glared and stiffened instantly where Nilam could not move. The cold breath felt slowly shifting. Now stuck to his cheek, entering between the gap of Nile's hair that was partially broken covering the face.

Nilam's heart raced, cold instantly turned to heat. Sweat as big as a corn grain began to drip

from forehead. The fear was very felt, if he could choose he wanted to faint now, but his body was still stiff like a statue.

Only Nilam's eyes were twitching. No one was caught by the net.

The cold gust was now under his nose, clashing against each other with his own breath. Nilam closed his eyes while holding his breath. The fear made him feel like he would stop breathing now.

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