Mystery of Room 13
Part 11: The Ghost Face

I fell silent, could it be that moving to the Beautiful house is a solution to avoid the terror or will only add to the problems just now. Intan and Wulan who had stayed there were fine but then after meeting me they experienced a mystical thing.

"Mom, don't think too much. I'll ask my parents for permission. After that I'll pick you up and stay at my house."

"But-but..."

"Have, don't wear it but. This is a sister's request to her brother. Already, we're back in the building when the break is almost over. Instead of later we're late to continue to get the nagging of the factory lion."

"Lion factory? Is our factory owner keeping a lion? Serem very." I shuddered in horror at the thought of a lion roaming around. Lovely laughs at my reaction.

"Yes, the lion likes to pounce on workers here." The girl laughed until she coughed.

"Why are you laughing?"

"You're funny, Mom. Yes, there were lions in the factory." I frowned beginning to think of lions but not animals then what Indah meant.

"Mother Hanna want to know the singa of the factory?" I nodded my head quickly as my eyes grew sharp, looking around me warily and timidly the lion suddenly pounced on me.

"Sir Hanna looked to the left. Look there's a lion staring at its prey by the pool." My eyes were fixed in the direction that Beautiful said but I did not find a lion or anything. There was only Bu Ning who was scolding one of his subordinates. Gosh, what the lion factory meant by Indah is this. I turned towards the girl who was holding back a laugh by smothering her mouth.

"Basik you. Nicking people as good as your heart." I pinched Beautiful's little arm until she grimaced in pain.

"But really, Ma'am. Look at the style of the mbok who has a waistline and put on his fierce look. Moreover, his eyes bulged like that."

"Here you go, let's go back to the building. Later on the gibbah continues, we are also pounced." I dragged the girl I already considered to be my own sister. Interspersed with laughter and jokes makes this step feel light.

The work that keeps coming makes me have to work harder. Without feeling when aza magrib reverberated just finished my task. If at home convection such a thing will not be counted overtime because of the wholesale system. However, in a factory of this size is more orderly and guarantees the rights of its employees.

Me and some of my co-workers got out of the building when it was getting dark. The atmosphere of this old building is getting more sinister because the building in front of it is pitch black. I hastened my steps to get out of this famous haunted industrial complex.

"Sir, you're ready. Isya I picked you up. While we're staying at my house."

"no need. I sleep in my friend's room."

"It's still not safe there, is it, Ma'am? Anyway, I'll pick it up."

The girl left me to go home soon. I am grateful to be surrounded by good people in this strange city. If Intan and Wulan kindness I can understand because we are both overseas children. Coming here brings a million hopes to improve the economy. While Beautiful, she is the native girl of this area, her nature is carefree and kind to me.

With a slight tremble I opened the door of the room which had only been occupied for a few days. Fortunately nothing strange happened but still I could not linger in the room. The ghost head shadow continued to be imagined. I'm afraid if he suddenly shows up like he did. However, until the azan Isya resonated everything was fine.

My phone suddenly vibrated a sign of a message coming in. Apparently, Intan, he told me that tonight he will not go home because there is a family event in his city, so after work he immediately went back to Wonogiri, his hometown. I exhaled reading Intan's long message, which means tonight I will stay in the room alone until Wulan comes home at midnight.

Soon a message came in. Wulan reported that he is currently in Sragen because he had received news that his daughter was in hospital this afternoon. Wulan left the room key under her doormat. A series of messages from Wulan made me smile bitterly because this means tonight I will be alone. But what if the ghost comes and terrorizes me again. Who else would I ask for help, plus tonight it feels useless if they have to sleep in their room, when there are only those ghosts that can take me down.

My phone for the umpteenth time vibrated, apparently Lovely contacted me.

"Assalamualaikum," I said to the girl connected via video call.

"Getishalight." The girl waved her hand and showed off her sweet smile. Beautiful looks still wearing her work uniform only difference white hijab that had covered her hair had been released. Now it seemed that her long hair and curls were simply smeared, even partially covering her sweet face.

"What's wrong? Tumben phone?"

"Sir Hanna is ready, right?" I frowned in response to his question.

"Prepare for what?"

The girl seemed to pat her head on hearing me ask her back. "Hadeh, Ms. Hanna forgot yes, I ngajak Mbak Hanna while staying at my house first. I also had permission from my father and mother, they lost agree and allow."

"No need to bother. You don't want to trouble you or your family. There are a lot of people here anyway."

"Udah, Sister Hanna don't do most ngeyel. Beautiful does not want Sister Hanna terrorized continue the same ghost that dwells in your room. After this Lovely want to shower first, after that Lovely pick ya."

"But..." I haven't finished my sentence yet, heard from across there someone calling the name Beautiful. Lovely farewells and hangs up the phone without even hearing me return my farewells.

"Waalaikumsalam" I said. I put the phone on the floor of the room that was a little dusty because from yesterday it had not been touched by a broom at all. I thought I wanted to clean this room but I paused it because I remembered what happened a few days ago when I swept in the night, something terrible happened again. I shuddered to myself when I remembered that.

Ten minutes in my own room why it felt so long, what if it had to be all night alone with the shadows of terror all night. No, I don't seem to be able to. Is it better I just accept the offer Beautiful for a while staying there, but whether later will not be a burden for him. In the midst of my anxiety, suddenly the bathroom door that was open was closed hard until I was surprised to make. Not long after that there was the sound of an open water tap and the sound of water splashing like someone was in the shower. Inside there was also the sound of a woman singing.

For now it is better indeed I accept the offer Beautiful to stay at his house. Anyway tomorrow Monday to the next week, I'm working a shift night. There's no need to worry about the ghost terror because I'll be in this room when it's light.

"Mr Hanna, where are you going? How to bring all backpacks. Going home?" asked Bu Wati who had just entered the gate with a black plastic.

"A-anu, i-ni I'm going to the cement house, ma'am." The woman with gray hair just nodded and then said goodbye will return to her room. Before the woman stepped in, she asked me if my room had been locked so no gang thieves could get into the room.

"Already, Mom. I'm sorry, ma'am, because my friend is already in front." I chose to go out immediately, for some reason if at night the woman looked unfriendly.

"Sir, don't do things outside the norm. Sister Hanna must remember that to this city to make a living is not to learn to make a living." I just smiled thinly.

"Goddessa, Ma'am. Thank you for being reminded, I hope that forever I can take care of myself. Assalamualaikum."

I swung my foot out of this partially rusted gate. I chose to walk to the store martabak bangka which is only a few meters away. I ordered a box of sweet martabak flavored chocolate cheese as a hand fruit for the family Beautiful, it was not good to stay there empty-handed.

"Sir, aren't you afraid to live there?" suddenly the martabak seller asked me.

"What's wrong, sir? I'm new here so don't know anything."

The man told me a long story as his hands continued to work on preparing my order. According to the martabak seller who has been five years old not far from my index, many incidents that are not deceived occur.

"It used to be right at the beginning of my sale here, there were just distractions. There was once a woman who ordered a chocolate cheese martabak because she said to pee, she asked me to drop in, be sent to room number thirteen. As I searched inside it turned out that his room had been empty for a long time."

"How will the hammer go, sir?"

"That's the problem, ma'am. I bring the hammer again I keep giving the same homeless people who like to pass through the area. Uh right before I close, the ma'am came but..."

"But what, sir?"

"But his face is flat, Ma'am."

When my order was finished, the man handed it to me. I smothered my mouth so as not to scream because the woman being talked about was standing right behind the father who was facing me. Fortunately just at that moment, the sound of the motor horn made me turn my head, apparently Beautiful had arrived to pick me up. At first glance I glanced again at the back of the martabak seller and it turned out that the ghost of the flat face had disappeared.

"Sir Hanna, has she been waiting for a long time?" I shook my head then immediately sat in a beautiful piggy bank that was not wearing a helmet.

"Hurry up, Ndah. I'm afraid the ghost is following us." I asked Indah to leave this place immediately because I don't want to see anything weird here anymore.

Along the way to the beautiful house, I was silent because I was still afraid to imagine the ghost of the flat face. I think I've met him. Oh yeah I remember, isn't she the same ghost I've encountered coming out of that bathroom. I can only pray that later in the Beautiful house there are no significant distractions.

"Sir, we stopped by to buy fried uritan near my mother's subscription market first." I just nodded coincidentally my stomach was rumbling. Long enough I and Beautiful split the crowded streets of vehicles passing by.

"If the night here turns out to be crowded huh?"

"Every night is crowded, Ma'am. This area has many factories. The factory we work in is thousands of employees. Not to mention that there was a drug factory that was no less big. This area is a lot of factories so no wonder that on Sunday night many workers who momentarily unwind by hanging out here." I just nodded hearing the Exquisite explanation that was indeed a native of the area here. Beautiful matic motorbike stops at a tent stall that is quite crowded buyers.

I waited long enough. Lovely order three servings of fried chicken uritan. We again drove the iron horse to return to the beautiful house. My nose suddenly smelled a very disturbing smell. The sour smell is very similar to that of a scorpion after it is killed.

"Well, what's this smell?"

"It's a textile mill waste that stands firmly on our side. It smells like this when it's through here."

My beautiful and beautiful journey was filled with laughter. Without feeling we arrived at a joglo house that is quite spacious yard. Our arrival was greeted by a grandmother whose path was bent.

"This is my daughter, Ma'am." As soon as I said my regards, I grabbed that wrinkled hand.

"Who is this?" ask her while stroking my hair.

"This is Sister Hanna, her friend Beautiful, Mbah." The old lady just nodded.

"Well, who's the other one? How come the face is the same, what are the twins, Nduk?" Lovely and I looked at each other. Other than the Mbah there was only me and Intan, there was no one else. Then who called her grandmother Beautiful is similar to me.

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