Mystery of Room 13
Part 2: The Face Recorded by the Camera

I was more and more confused by the attitude of my two new friends who seemed to blame each other.

"What ghost?"

"Mmm, gini, Han. So during the year we were here a lot of news about the owl occupying room number thirteen. Many people are tempted to occupy the room because the owner of the indexos offers a very cheap price but the occupants of the room can only survive no more than three nights." Wulan told me while playing the edge of her shirt.

"The owner of this place is also fraudulent, if in your room he withdraws money once a year whereas in other rooms, we pay it per month." Intan continues Wulan's new piece of story.

I took a deep breath to neutralize my heart that was pounding because of the story I just heard.

"Usually said residents around here, there is a girl whose body was found in a terrible condition in the room you occupy. But those people were reluctant to tell the details because they were still as imagined as possible."

"Don't talk about that anymore. This time we just hope that the ghost will not bother Hanna and she has already moved out of the room. Uh, I was at the Korean drama download factory. My machine mate said good." Intan tried to shift our conversation to something else. The hand of the shoulder-haired girl grabbed her phone that had been just placed on a small table.

"Han, where do you want to work from where do you know about this index?" ask Wulan when Intan is busy looking for Korean drama on her phone.

"In the front garment of that alley. I happened to see job advertisements on social media so I applied online. When I got the news, I hurriedly searched for information about the near and cheap indexes. Incidentally, there are advertisements about empty rooms with relatively cheap prices. Yes I called and after I spoke I took it. I didn't know there was a scary story behind this place."

During the Korean drama aired, I did not enjoy the storyline too much, my mind was disturbed by the sadistic story that had happened in the room that I just occupied a few hours ago. "Tan, then who is that woman?"

Intan who is focusing on Korean drama does not seem to hear my question. He and Wulan seemed late in the story played by Song Hye Kyo. While I couldn't focus at all, I chose to play my phone. Azan Magrib reverberated making the three of us stop from their respective activities.

"I go down first. Want to pray all you prepare my needs tomorrow," my saying to two of my friends.

"Be careful, Han. If you are afraid in the room just go up. Sleep with us here." Intan looked at my face with a hard look to interpret.

"thank you. I hope nothing happens in my room." I hurried out of their room. Some rooms on the third floor have lights on as a sign that the residents have returned. Tomorrow I will meet the others.

Down to the second floor, there were only three rooms whose lights lit up. I also passed by Mbak Wati who was about to go to the room, coincidentally the second floor is special for the room whose bathroom is outside.

"Bak," I said kindly. The middle-aged woman smiled then immediately walked into the room. Walking towards the sound of the reverberating azan made me calm. Exactly I was going down, the sound of the azan stopped.

Suddenly the fragrance of flowers stings the nose. My eyes continued to stare at a woman wearing a white robe-like dress that had been dull slowly rising up the stairs. His face was covered with long hair. There was a little fear when looking at his figure. My bad thoughts soon I tepis, I think at most he is one of the inhabitants of this index.

Me and the girl were on the same steps as I was trying to greet her.

"Mom, just got home from work? My name is Hanna. I'm..." The woman continued to pass without caring for my outstretched hand. I chose to hurry my steps down immediately, other than embarrassment but there was horror until my hair stood up while adjacent to the woman. Not until I was on the last rung of the stairs, I looked back but the woman was gone. Very quickly he disappeared.

I unlocked my room, as soon as the door opened the smell of rancid coming from inside almost made me expel my entrails. Instantly I remembered the fragrance of the room that was in my bedroom window. Before saying goodbye, Mbak Wati advised if there is an unpleasant smell spray with fragrance because the fragrance of this room is a bonus for every new occupant. I sprayed in all directions even though the smell of rancid did not disappear completely, but at least the scent of lavender was enough to disguise the stench that came out of nowhere.

"Stop!" My eyes were wide when suddenly there was a whisper in a hoarse voice, so close to my left as I was prostrating. Even though my feather stood up because it felt like someone was blowing on me, I must not let it disturb my worship. In my heart, I continue to pray that I can go through this thrilling time without leaving the obligation that I am running. As much as possible I fight my fear.

After the prayer, the atmosphere of this room returned as usual. Calm and not hot. I grabbed my phone to call my only family, my father. He must be worried about me because upon arrival in this city, I did not give any news. I'm looking for the contact I named, 'Father of RT O3'. After a long time I waited, my call was finally received. Instead of asking about his daughter, my father was angry because I called him not at the right time.

"Huh, have you forgotten the same upbringing of your father and mother? After the magrib read the Qur'an. Don't play mobile phone continues" His face with a mustache appears to put on a haunted face. That's how my father was always hard in education midwives especially about religion, no words later and tolerance.

"Hanna's praying, sir. I also teach. I-this is to let you know that Hanna has arrived here safely."

"Alhamdulillah," said the father while fixing the skewed tip earlier.

"Have you eaten?" The middle-aged man seemed to rub his eyelids even though only through a video call connection, I could see the tears he had been holding back so as not to flow. "Bapak cengeng. Hanna had not been out of town for a day, she was crying, "my teasing to her went unanswered, and she looked as though she was staring at me. Of course, this also made me tear up. This is the first time I've been away from him. Besides, I just got home a few months ago.

"What's up, huh? You even cry on rich little children." The voice of a woman I knew was heard from across. Mr. handing his phone to the woman seemed to change the picture I saw.

"Oah, Han. How did you get to your new place?"

"Already, Ma'am. Alhamdulillahot. Tomorrow morning Hanna has started training at the factory. Ask for a prayer, Ma'am."

"Always, Nduk. Your father and father's prayers are always there for you. Oh yes, your mother supports you too."

"Thank you, Ma'am. I've sacrificed to take care of my father while I'm here. Later if it's established, Hanna wants to invite you to stay here."

My only sister just smiled hearing my dream which currently looks very far away. "If you want to leave this house I have been boyong to Jakarta, Nduk. Tau own father every invited to Jakarta definitely before leaving always sick."

"Perhaps because in the house is stored a lot of memories mother, Ma'am." My brother nodded.

"You've got friends there, don't you, Han?"

"Yes, Mother. Two people but the room is upstairs. If the same one floor I don't exist yet, Ma'am."

"Who is that next to you? Your friend upstairs?"

"Te-friends? Which friend, since Hanna was alone, Ma'am."

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