Mystery of Room 13
Part 13: Trapped in the Sacred Tomb

I have been enjoying my time with a very warm family. Bu Yuni even said I was already considered her eldest daughter. The warmth of the family that I have long missed since my mother's departure for good.

"Beautiful, you should learn to cook with Hanna. It's you know Hanna's meatballs are delicious." His father Indah praised me while devouring tofu meatballs I made as a snack companion on this sunny afternoon.

"Yes, it's beautiful to learn."

"Eh don't be," said the father hastily to rectify his words. "You don't learn to cook. You're just cooking water, Ndah."

I only smiled when Indah put on a sullen face because of the ridicule her father threw.

"Hoo, I'm also horrified to imagine the beautiful cooking. It could all be a charade."

"don't want. I don't want to help you in the kitchen anymore. Let mom nag along the train, Indah tetep do not want to plunge into the kitchen. Beautiful mobile toys all day. It's even good, because it's just eat and take care."

Laughter broke out echoing on the porch of the beautiful house as Indah moved her lips as a sign that she was sulking as a result of continuing to be the months of her parents.

The laughter of this little family made the time pass quickly. Without feeling the azan Magrib reverberate, alternately we take ablution then perform congregational prayer. I miss the atmosphere of the house. Once every time after the prayer, Ma'am Arum and I took turns to spend money on the father. If our reading is wrong it is always justified but if we try to miss it then there is no hesitation there is a broom hovering in the calf and it certainly leaves bluish bruises and painful sensations for several days.

My best prayer is for the Creator to protect my family far away. I asked for protection so that the invisible creature would stop terrorizing me.

Bright nights with perfectly rounded moons and stars also dotted the sky. His father Indah say goodbye will come out for a while because there is a meeting of the fathers in the town meeting hall. While Bu Yuni who works as an elementary school teacher seems busy preparing her teaching materials tomorrow. After the Isya prayer, I chose to sit on the terrace with Indah while telling me about many things.

"Sir, Hanna's age is actually how many years? You see, yesterday I was with my one line arguing. The time he said Ma'am had just graduated this year like me."

"I'm almost 21 years old. How old do you think I am?"

"It's at least a year different from me, nineteen years."

"Well, don't you think this child is fifteen?"

A lot of stories that we shared because we were both not far adrift as well, so our conversation was more connected. I tried not to talk about the indecos that I lived because I was afraid that later he who was invisible suddenly appeared because he felt called.

"Sir, I'm thirsty because I keep laughing. I'm in for a minute, take a drink."

"Yes. Take it, Ma'am."

"Ready, commander." The girl raised her hand to the forehead, like a soldier who was being respectful towards her commander. His very silly behavior was successful in making me laugh out loud even my stomach feels until it hurts.

"Good, it's been ah. Laughter keeps drying my teeth." The girl stepped up like a row-stripped troop into the house. My laughter only stopped when the wind blew against my face. I glanced at the circular watch on the left hand, apparently it was almost twelve o'clock at night. Laughter and laughter make us forget about time. I rubbed both palms so that the warmth spread in my body. I was about to get off the porch when suddenly Beautiful came out of the house.

"Have, Ndah?" The girl was silent and she just stepped straight into the courtyard. Wasn't it beautiful to take a drink but now he's out empty-handed and playing away.

"Beautiful!" I called the long-haired and degraded girl, but wasn't it beautiful to tie her hair.

"Well, where are you going? It's your night!" I called her again, but Beautiful didn't ignore me. He kept walking. Now the girl is almost out of the yard. I got up and ran a little to catch up with him. However, his steps were wide and getting faster made me far behind.

I sped up my run so I could catch up with him soon. Actually it's beautiful where it's going, anyway it's almost midnight.

The village in this area is indeed quite densely populated but tonight it seems like everyone has already fallen asleep because there is not a single person visible along the way. My eyes continued to stare Beautiful trying not to lose track of her as Beautiful walked through the narrow alleys. Several times I screamed at her but the girl didn't hear me even looking at me. Beautiful steps came to a halt in front of the large archway. He seemed to stop pecking while staring at the big archway.

"Beautiful, wait!" I ran close to him. The distance between me and Beautiful is now so close. It was strange that he did not hear my call. A few more steps I could touch it. However, what happened was that the girl actually ran deep inside. Beautiful darted quickly until it made me stunned for a moment in surprise. Just this time I saw people running so fast.

My eyes were glued in front of the gate that looked dull and unkempt, the writing was using Javanese script which of course I could not read. Why is there no light here.

The wind blew as my feet stepped inside. Different Eve pierced this skin, it felt very cold. My eyes scoured around hoping to find Beautiful but I found nothing. My feet kept getting further and further into this strange village.

This village is very quiet. The distance between the house to the other house is quite far, everything is limited by bamboo clumps. One more thing that is quite surprising, it looks like this village, there are no power lines. Because in front of the houses I passed there were only torches. The village road is still land and small rocks form a path.

Silence as if there were no signs of life here. There's not even a sound. Even small animals like crickets or mosquitoes I have not heard and encountered. My eyes are round because after a long time around without any clarity. I saw from a distance a fairly large light. I walked closer to that. Who knows, beautiful is there.

The closer I got to the bright light, the clearer I could see the light coming from the hundreds of torches carried by a crowd of people. I approached the group and looked for a beautiful figure. My eyes looked one by one at the gathered people. Everything was silent and bowed even in the middle of the crowd there was a dance art performance even without the accompanying music.

My eyes finally found the figure I was looking for, it made my smile grow. It was beautiful among the torchbearers. I approached him immediately.

"Beautiful!" call me while holding the girl's shoulder. Lovely just shut up and keep her head down and her partially draped hair covered her pretty face.

"Beautiful! Comeon, home. It's midnight tonight." It was beautiful to remain silent as if I had not heard my voice. I can't wait for some reason my heart was shocked by fear even though it would be in a crowd like this. I shook the shoulder of the eighteen-year-old girl a little tight.

"Beautiful, spades. It's my hair all goosebumps" I whispered in her ear.

"Hm." What is this, why the beautiful voice changed. Slowly Beautiful looked towards me.

"Geez!" How surprised I was, the face of the girl who was normally reddish-white now turned pale, her eyes were red with a sharp look at me for a moment and then looked down again. I backed off a little. Something must be wrong with this group. My eyes again examined the faces that were holding the torch. All of them were pale-faced, their eyes were red, their lips were visibly muttering indistinctly like they were casting a spell.

"Hi-hi-hi, welcome, Hanna!" Suddenly a loud voice that was quite deafening I heard out of nowhere. I knew that terrible voice because he came a few times. Sure enough the woman's head was flying above me.

"Geez!" Without a second thought I immediately ran towards the outside of this strange and strange village. The sound of the head ghost's laughter still echoed around me. I don't have much time left to look at the ghost. Long enough I ran but I also did not find the gate where I first entered earlier. It seems like I have gone far enough because the sound of laughter has disappeared.

I sat on a big rock by the side of the road thinking about where the way out was. Suddenly my shoulder touched, I immediately stood up and turned to see who it was. Is he one of those dedemits or even the ghost's body.

"Sir, why are you here? Like a confused person." I can breathe a sigh of relief because the one in front of me seems like an ordinary human like me. The woman was old enough, wearing a light brown kebaya and a rag.

"A-anu, I want to go home, Grandma. But I did not find my way home. What exactly is this place, Grandma? I met you earlier..."

"Already, you go with grandma in first. Continue the story again."

The woman took me to enter her house made of woven bamboo, just like the houses of money I had seen earlier. There was doubt and fear but there was also peace that came along when that wrinkled hand touched my skin and it felt really cold.

"Don't be afraid. Just call me, Simbok." I walked next to the woman whose hair had almost all turned white. I entered that very small house. Inside the house it looked messy and dusty like it had not been cleaned for a very long time.

"Symbok, do you live in this house alone?" The woman nodded while sitting on the rocking chair that had been rotted.

"Mok, can Hanna help clean this house?" In addition to anxiety, in my heart also arise a sense of pity and concern for the state of the symbiotic house. It feels impossible that the body of the centa can clean the house alone let alone many cobwebs on the roof of the house is simple and layered with the land.

"Is this house bad?"

"Not so, but as soon as Hanna cleanliness is part of the faith. Hanna wants to help, that's if it's allowed."

"Yes, do as you please. Consider it your own home." The woman seemed to close her eyes. I slowly cleaned the house. Strange, even though I swept with a broomstick, there was no dust flying like it was common. I slowly arranged the tables and chairs that had been weathered and eaten by the termites. The ceiling of the house is no longer hanging spider webs.

"Sir, are you done cleaning?"

"A little while now, Mbok. From earlier nyari pengki did not meet."

"Leave it in that corner. Come on, let's eat first." I was quite surprised because at the table suddenly there was a variety of food served."

"When is this food here? The feeling was this empty table was leaping."

"Don't think too much, just eat what's there. Eat a lot, Nduk." Although a little confused by this situation, hunger continues to attack. I scooped rice and took spinach vegetables as well as sambal.

"This side dish is eaten" Simbok said as he put a piece of fried chicken into the plate made of zinc.

"Thank you." As usual I always say basmalah and pray before eating. As soon as I said the word 'amin', something strange happened. The table and the food vanished without a trace changing the tombstone that had been cracked in all parts. If I had been in a bamboo-walled symbiotic house, I would have been locked in a tall fence surrounding the tomb. My eyes were round when I read the tombstone whose letters were beginning to fade.

"Hyai Sukarti aka Simbok, died in 1942," I spelled slowly. I smothered my mouth trying to calm down and digest what happened.

My eyes were peeking around my place. In fact, I am not currently in a dark and lonely village but I am in a cemetery complex. The sun began to show itself. How can it be like this, over and over again I can't find the answer to all of this. I have to get out of this cemetery and tell the Beautiful family that suddenly act like a ghost or if he is a ghost that resembles Beautiful.

"Please!" I shouted loudly when I saw a group passing not far from this tomb.

"Help me!" I waved my hand hoping those people would see where I was. Fortunately one of them saw me, they ran to help me out of the tomb. They were forced to break the rusted padlock in order to free me.

"Alhamdulillah!" everyone exclaimed as I walked out of that creepy place.

"Sir, this is to drink first to calm down." A middle-aged woman handed me a bottle of mineral water. With a single throat, I finished a 600ml bottle of water to the toilet without any residue even if only drops. My breath is still hunting because it's still in shock. Everything that happened was so fast and confusing. After I could catch my breath, a man approached me.

"Mister, it's not that who lives in the senses is horrified, is it?"

"I-yes, Sir. Where do you know?"

"It was we who helped you on the road beside this tomb. Now why are you stuck in this sacred tomb?"

"Holy tomb?"

"Yes, this is the symbiotic tomb of one of the caretakers of this tomb. From the time of this land is still controlled by the Dutch. Many warriors are buried around here."

I just nodded weakly, the woman who was shaking the water was sitting on my right side. "The news is here also where the police buried the body of the murdered woman. Nameless and also without signboards as in general, such as burying animals without proper procedures. It's also possible that the woman's spirit continues to disturb the calmness of the special person who lives in the room where she was brutally slaughtered" she said, shedding tears.

"Do you know what happened twenty years ago?"

"I didn't see it directly, Nduk. Because my parents wouldn't let me see it. Some of my friends who saw firsthand told me the condition of the corpse was very tragic. Whoever the killer is I can make sure they're animals disguised as humans."

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