Mystery of Room 13
Part 24: Finger Print

My eyes were round because of the humming sung by Mbak Arum. Like without a burden and a smile that decorate his face when chanted a humming that makes my hair goosebumps due to the humming.

"Han, he said sleepy to continue to want to matainin phone, why not so why? Do you still miss us?" Mbak Arum chuckled at me who was scratching this non-itchy head.

"A-anu, Ma'am. This Ha-Hanna wants to ask about the humming that Ma'am Arum just chanted. What's that humming, Ma'am? Who taught you to sing that? Why aren't there any lyrics?" I flocked Mbak Arum with a lot of questions.

My brother's hand continues to clean the face and also the body of my father who was hit by a porridge spill, while doing his routine care for the father, Ms. Arum told me everything.

According to Ms. Arum, the humming was used by my mother to calm me down when I was fussy and could not sleep. Mom always sang this and miraculously I calmed down. However, ever since I started being two years old, that humming was never Ma'am Arum heard, except one week before mom left. Every time I sleep, mom sings that while stroking my long wavy hair.

"But why have I never heard that song?"

"Mom only sings when you sleep. Funny thing is every time the humming is heard, you always smile in your sleep and then look for something for you to hug, whether it's bolsters or even mother's legs. Yeah, it's the phone I turn it off first huh, Han. This is gonna clean the floor first."

I was still confused even when the phone connection was cut and the phone screen was dark. I'm still confused about the humming without the lyrics. If that's what my mom sang when I was a baby then how the mirror thing knew. Could she be the embodiment of my mother. No, it is impossible during life that the mother never left the prayer also often charity, it is impossible for my mother to flutter with the form of a hand full of wounds.

The beauty that came and then threw her body on the bed surprised me. I gasped from my long daydream.

"Mbak Hanna, he said he wanted to sleep to the extent that he did not want to eat together. Then why are you still literate?"

"I'm done calling the house guy. Ndah, do you think I'd better go back to Ungaran huh?"

"Go back to the mountain, but why all of a sudden? Is there a problem at home or because of the ghost terror last night? Ma'am instead of the elders have said that Sister Hanna does not need to worry?"

I let out a long sigh before answering the barrage of questions launched by the white girl.

"Not because of last night's trance tragedy."

"Continue because of what, Sister Hanna wants to go home to Ungaran?"

"My father is sick, Ndah. I couldn't leave my father there. It used to be fitting that I was a child he was willing to stay up late and do various things to keep me and make me recover. So if I'm not next to him now then there'll be a sense of guilt haunting me."

"If it's about filial piety, Indah can not respond to it, Ma'am. Then how do you dream of making a nice grave for your mother."

Hearing a beautiful speech makes the worry more visible. If I choose to go home, then when will mother's grave be justified. Even my father purposely hid his condition so that I could focus on finding fortune here.

"I'm confused, Ndah."

"If I think, Ms. Hanna just focus on work first. There's your sister anyway, Ma'am, who takes care of your father."

It's also a beautiful saying, maybe it's better that I stay here. Later if the savings money has been collected, I will just invite you to stay here or return to Ungaran and open a business. All my dreams and ideals for now look far away but slowly I have to make it happen by working hard.

My eyes felt so heavy that I went back to sleep. I was awake when the cry of Azan Zuhur echoed. I woke up and then carried out my duties. I pray for my father's healing and my salvation.

The bedroom door was knocked as I was folding the prayer mat.

"Beautiful, Hanna, wake up! Salad first!" Bu Yuni's voice rang out from outside the room making me rush to open the door. Smiles sprung up on the earthy face of this woman who devoted herself as an unsung hero. Looks like he just got home from work because he still wears a uniform.

"Have you prayed, Nduk?" he asked while stroking my head which was still covered with blue face.

"Already, Mom."

"Beautiful?"

"Still asleep. Hanna wake up."

"Let's just mom. You just eat first. It's it's a bargain."

Walking towards the dining room, I passed by Grandma's room. His old body was sitting on a couch facing the window. The woman looked at me as if she knew I was in front of her room.

"Here, Nduk!" I went into his room after getting the signal of the shriveled hand. I smelled those filthy hands with respect.

"Sir, strengthen your heart. After today, a lot of trouble will come to you. Because only you can reveal the veil of the room thirteen's index." Grandma spoke softly and with a sad tone.

"But how, Grandma? Even when it happened I was a baby."

"Later you will be shown the way either way. What matters is your behavior. Keep proper conduct in all things." The old hand rubbed my head back. "Have eaten there!"

My mind became more complicated after talking to my grandmother. Not to lose my fear because of the tragedy of mass trance plus the pain of my father, now added again about the index room thirteen. I think by evacuating to the place of Indah, my business with indekos was finished but hearing Grandma's words earlier it seems I am still connected there. Moreover, the creature waiting for the room last night also clings to me. I slowly ruffled my hair.

"Han, what's wrong with you?" The touch of Bu Yuni's hand jolted me. "Why daydream? From earlier I noticed you were only chin-backed, was there a problem you were thinking about?"

I want to spill all my grievances on the gentle woman but still look firm. I don't know why my heart won't allow it. My mouth was heavy when I told him everything.

"Yes already then, you ate it out and went to sleep again. Beautiful just woke up and pray. The mother's son was indeed rich in buffalo. When you sleep it's hard to wake up." I smiled a little at Bu Yuni's words that were telling her own daughter's habits.

"The mother lo, loves her own child's gibb. It's beautiful to be ashamed of, "the beautiful protest that has stood behind us. His face seemed to pout because of his ugliness.

"Mommy will talk about the reality that happened, so Hanna is not surprised if you wake up it must be poured by a bucket of water."

I just smiled at the mother and child debate. The debate reminded me and my mother who often argue for trivial things, about arranging clothespins of different colors and arrangements was a problem for my mother.

'If the white clothes are juxtaposed with white. When it's over, change the color. Keep it this way. Clothes don't line gini rich pants!' nagging my mother as I help to dry clothes. It was as if I was never right in front of him. But that's what I miss about him now. Without me noticing these tears.

"Lo Mbak Hanna is crying?" tanya Beautiful who saw my face.

"It's okay. I just miss my mom."

As well as Bu Yuni also Indah gradually hugged me tightly.

"Mother Han, just think of this mother as your own mother. Remember, we've looked at you like a child."

My tears keep on shedding, how can there be a family as good as this one. Want to accept strangers living in their homes and consider like their daughters. I should thank God for this. I can't imagine having to survive in that terrible index. Maybe I'm crazy or maybe I'm lost just like the fate of Gayatri.

"After eating, you go back to sleep. That's a panda-rich eye." Yuni's mother spooned the rice onto our plate. At first it was nice to be served like this but Bu Yuni forced it by taking my plate.

Lunch filled with laughter made me momentarily forget the burden of my mind. While I was eating, my phone vibrated with a message coming in. I gave a quick glance, apparently a notice from the bank that someone sent some money to my account. Not long after the message from Mbak Arum, he said the father who sent the money. My tears came back even as her condition was fighting the pain, still thinking of me. I'll call you later so you don't have to send any more money. I hastily wiped away the tears before Bu Yuni and Indah realized it because I did not want to burden those two good people with my tears.

After eating, instead of being sleepy but these eyes were wide open. I decided to clean the house, while Bu Yuni and Indah went back to sleep. I was sweeping the courtyard when two people with one motor came into the courtyard.

"Hanna!" call the piggyback while opening his helmet. Apparently Intan came with a tall man.

"Intan," greeted me with a warm embrace. "Who's that?" ask me again while glancing at the man in the blue shirt.

"Sir, this is Mas Adnan, my girlfriend." My eyes were staring at the man's shoes. Yes, the shoes are similar to the ones seen a few days ago in front of Intan's bedroom door.

"I'm Adnan" said the man as he extended his hand.

"Oh yeah, I'm Hanna." I returned the man's hand with the eagle's eye. As fast as lightning I pulled back. I should have just cupped my hands to my chest as usual. "Please sit on the terrace first. I'm gonna put this down first."

I walked to the side of the house to put down the pengki and broom then walked towards the two people sitting side by side. So this guy made my best friend forget himself.

"What's up, Tan? Tumben stopped by?"

"Little, Han. I'm getting married next month. Well I want you to be involved in my wedding so that fence. You want it, Han?"

"Happy yes, Tan. Of course I want to. I, too, Wulan must be very happy to be able to participate in your marriage."

There was a bitter smile on the faces of the two guests.

"Han, you don't tell Wulan just yet. Because I haven't told her. Let me tell you myself." I just nodded. It is better to have their own wishes that invite but is not Intan and Wulan meet every day, why Intan has not told Wulan it was me first.

"What man is Adnan?"

"I'm from Sragen, Han."

"Lo means the same as Wulan dong. Whoa, Tan. Sragen seems to be the city of choice. Our best friend there, uh now your future husband is also there."

The two did not answer, only smiled. After chatting for a while, both of them say goodbye to go home because they still have to take care of their wedding which is soon to be held.

"Please, Han. Don't say the same to Wulan." Intan's whispering during the farewell hug further confused me. In the end I just nodded, maybe Intan has his own considerations.

In the afternoon I spend time with the beautiful family. The jokes and laughter kept rolling until it made me also forget that we were almost late for work.

"Neither motorbike need not speed, Ndah!" advice Bu Yuni as we were about to leave. Only fifteen minutes left before the bell rang while we were still at home.

"Yes, Mom. Assalamualaikum!" Indah then drove her iron horse at high speed so we wouldn't be late. Arriving at the motor park, I glanced at the watch, fortunately there were still about three minutes left before the long bell. Indah and I ran small to the list machine present in the form of finger print which is near the entrance of the production gate. Fortunately there was no queue so the time we entered was still safe.

A few steps I left the machine suddenly heard someone had just used the machine. I look at who knows who I know behind me. I was aghast because of him, the lady without a look was standing behind me.

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