Room No.11B
Part. 134

Krakk. The sound of Mas Gun's wrist bone being restored to its normal position. I nodded and shuddered at his voice. Mas Gun shouted with all his might, his face flushed red. On his forehead appeared a patch of sweat.

In the end we managed to find traditional treatment of broken bone massage not far from the campus area. Middle-aged woman with veil of flowers that hand massage Mas Gun. He is the third generation who inherited the science of broken bones, he said on the sidelines of massaging the wrists of Mas Gun.

"It's back to how his hands were, but your hands should be in a cast. Let's not move much" he said while applying a pungent-smelling oil on Mas Gun's wrist.

Mas Gun just nodded. Sometimes he grimaces in pain. His sweat now began to flow down his face. I kept quiet beside Mas Gun, sometimes being an impingement as a painkiller. My hand was in a hard grip, my arm was firmly pinched.

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We got back to the boarding room. There are some restrictions that must be obeyed by Mas Gun if his hands want to heal quickly. The mother of the masseur said, Mas Gun can not drink milk until the cast that wrapped his hands in the open. Milk contains calcium that can affect bone growth. While the bones of Mas Gun's hand are in the healing period.

It was still early morning, we were relaxing in the front room, Mas Gun was laying his body on the floor. His face looked lethargic. His energy was drained from enduring the pain when he was in the sequence earlier. I didn't dare ask him about what happened last night.

"Assalamualaikum." Tika's greeting surprised us.

"Vaalaikumsalam. Uh, Tika." I replied.

Tika took off her shoes and went into my room.

"Mas Gun why Di? Is there a jahilin?" ask Tika.

"Huh? How do you know?" sahutku.

"So morning Kang Ujang told me a story. Said Kang Ujang Mas Gun missing from last night. Really true?" Tika continued to ask.

"Yes Tik." I replied briefly. Mas Gun was just silent with a thin smile etched on his lips.

Tika sat by the door. Then give me a bag of fried plastic.

"Here, breakfast first!"

I took the fried plastic and took out the contents, then put the whole fritters on a plastic plate.

"Thank you Tik. What do you want to drink? There's coffee, doang, want me to make it?" I asked Tika.

"No need to be in. Thanks." answered Tika.

"Mas, so how's the story until you can be lost last night?" Tika started her interrogation.

Mas Gun woke up from the fall, his face grimacing a little in pain. Then sit against the wall.

"Take fried food yes the story" said Mas Gun while picking a fried banana.

"Yes please while eating the mas." said Tika.

"Gue knows you're curious about what happened to me last night. So look, last night around eleven o'clock suddenly my stomach was hungry. Wrong me too, why when Adi went to buy food I did not drop food as well. Instant noodles are not in the room. Finally, I decided to go out. Because I think it's only eleven o'clock, and the boarding gate is definitely not in the lock. I started the bike, and went through the yard. Uh it turns out shit, the boarding gate's in the lock. I feel so good about my heart. Forced back to the boarding house." Mas Gun's story.

I listened while biting off a piece of fried tempeh. Tika was silent.

"Gue went back to the room, collapsed again in the room here while playing a game. Maybe by playing games I can divert my hunger. At first it was, but only for a moment. If not wrong, about half an hour twelve my stomach was rumbling badly. Wow, this can't be resisted. If I hold the end, it can catch a cold. In my heart, I climb the gate. Bodo very deh, the important thing is that my stomach can fill the food." continued Mas Gun.

"Keep, you're climbing the boarding gate?" I asked while tearing up the coffee wrap.

"Prophe dong. Slowly. This is my story. Want to continue?" reply Mas Gun.

"Tau nih's. Play cut it anyway." muttered Tika.

"Hehehehe. Yes yes, sorry. Continue dong! I've made coffee, time is not continued." I said while stirring coffee.

"Gue came out of the room, the garage road. Once in the courtyard, the atmosphere was very quiet. And I don't feel good, like there's something like that. Hmmm, like someone noticed me." continued Mas Gun.

"It turns out hungry stomach does make us a little crazy. The brain is less able to think clearly. And it proved to be the same me." said Mas Gun.

"What do you mean, mas?" ask Tika.

"Then?" mummy Tika.

"I'm finally climbing the boarding gate. My position is still hanging over the gate. Suddenly there was something I saw in the empty house. Really Serem Di. I'm not really lying. Hiiyyyy amit - amit. I don't want to see it again." explained Mas Gun.

"What do you see?" manya curious.

"Yes, what did you see?" Tika also asked while closing her sitting position more forward.

"The girl hanged herself." said Mas Gun.

I was surprised, Tika was stunned to hear Mas Gun replied.

"What is really mas?" my many.

"I swear, I'm not lying. All my life, I've never seen a sighting as clear and scary as that" said Mas Gun.

"When was the time in the cottage what was the most disturbing of the occult things that we experienced? At least the sound of the army marching every September 30th. Aye right?" answer Mas Gun.

"Yes." I reply. "What do you think of the girl who hung herself?" ask again. Tika just silently watched.

"The girl hangs a side-by-side on the doorstep. Her hair was curly, part of her face was covered in her hair. From his mouth came out a black liquid Di. When I see her, she's still moving, like that death saccharotule. Like thrashing. Seram terribly Di." explained Mas Gun.

"Keep, how'd you see that sight?" my many.

"Gue jumped from the top of the gate, no matter how high the gate was. As soon as I landed, I ran away. Damn, my leg tripped over a fucking flower pot belonging to a boarding house. I fell, fell in the yard. When I stood up, I took the opportunity to look at the empty house. And it turns out that's.."

"What does it mean?" my many.

"Realized.."

"What the hell is mas?" Tika also grunt.

Mas Gun was silent. I stared hard at Mas Gun. Tika put on a serious face.

"It turns out the girl who hung herself was not there. What do I see then?" said Mas Gun.

I'm silent.

Tika was silent.

"What come? What is the girl I saw?" ask Mas Gun to me and Tika.

"Se-demons?" Tika answered

"Yes right! What I saw was Satan. But just this time I saw a demonic apparition so vivid and sinister."

"Keep, why are you on a tree? Though look at the demon in the empty house ahead." I asked.

"Well, this is what I'm going to tell you next" replied Mas Gun. He took a cup of coffee, blew it slowly, then sipped it a little.

Tika and I were waiting for him to tell a story. We are very curious about the incident that Mas Gun experienced. Why is it that it can be on top of a jackfruit tree in the back garden. And Kubil said, there was a disturbance from the genderuwo waiting for the empty garden behind the kost.

"Eh Di, just a minute. Before I continue the story, I want to ask you" said Mas Gun.

"What do you want to ask?"

"The back room of our room always smells fishy huh? Near the bathroom, it smells. Is there a rat carcass in the upper loft?" ask Mas Gun.

Ahhh, Kubil. He must be there. Its presence is identical to the fishy smell similar to a fish market. There's no way I'd tell Mas Gun honestly if there was a child's demit there.

"Try asking Kang Ujang for help to check in the attic. Perhaps there is a carcass above." I answered accordingly.

Tika just glanced at me. I'm sure Tika knows the origin of that fishy smell.