Mystery of Room 13
Part 28: The Cruelty

Ma'am June shrugged her shoulders. "Honestly I've been wondering for a couple of years, why Gayatri was missing in her index room. I even thought Gayatri ran away after being terrorized by creepy ghosts and her guilt for Melati."

"Then does the girl named Melati know about Gayatri's betrayal?"

"Did you know right before that poor girl had an accident that took her life." Mbak Juniyati looked so emotional, her jaw hardened, and her tears were pierced. "If I prevent her from leaving in a fit of rage, maybe Melati's still alive."

I rubbed the body of Mbak Jun who looked shaken from crying. Just this time I saw the woman who looked resolute looking fragile. I offered the factory-provided glass of mineral water to its employees.

"Mister, calm down. Inshallah Melati is already in the most beautiful place."

"Come, Han. He left with a burning rage and grudge."

The long bell rang, it was time for everyone to return to his routine. Although there were many stories I wanted to know from women who seemed to know the intricacies of the terrors, I chose to go back to the table and struggle with the jobs waiting to be completed.

"Sir Hanna, what the hell was the conversation with Madam June, that looked exciting?" tanya Beautiful's.

"Later, I'll tell you. We'll just work."

The noise of sewing machines mixed with the sound of dangdut music that was deliberately played so that we workers sift night is not sleepy, sometimes jokes are heard interspersed with laughter. All try to make the condition of the space conducive and minimize the workers there are daydreaming.

"Guys, I have a guess. Who can answer, I give you the gift of holding my machine for an hour!" Mbak Jun's shout got cheers and laughter that broke.

"No favor! The prize is money or at least soap. Here, the prize is even told to hold the obras machine." A worker said while laughing.

"Eh, don't get me wrong. This obras machine is not arbitrary people can hold. Only certain people and elected."

"Have, lied!" My eyes sparkled when I heard a heavy and slightly hoarse voice, suddenly joining in the joking in this production room.

"Ashm! I even told you a lie. Try now you'll hold my machine if you can." Everyone was now staring at the man wearing the green wearpack.

"Here, this trivial matter!" Ridwan confidently walked like a model towards the engine Mbak June. Relaxedly his left hand held the machine, while his right hand ruffled the waist. "How can you, right?"

I just shook my head at his funny behavior. Especially when his body was overwritten by Mbak Jun with a feather duster. Ridwan screamed like a child being beaten by his mother.

"Absolutely, Ma'am!" He shouted while fending off the sabetage of the bull that continued to be aired by Mbak Juni on him.

"No, no...!" swear Mbak Jun while putting a duster in the closet behind him.

"Sir, I'm not mistaken, why is it beaten like this? It was Miss Jun herself who said that not just anyone can hold your machine. Well, I can hold it, so I'm among the elect. I'm actually better than you because I can also fix your machine if it's finicky. The only thing I can't do is make her answer my love immediately."

In the last sentence Ridwan set his sights on me. I immediately lowered my head and blushed, my face warming up must have been like a boiled shrimp. I dare not return the gaze of her eagle eyes that are so beautiful and sharp.

"No idea, Wan! What are you doing here anyway?" ask Ma'am June.

"You eat. Yeah, fix a fussy machine, Mbakyu." Ridwan walked towards the end of that space. There are some problematic machines there. I regained my business even though I often stole a glance at the man who managed to make my heart beat fast whenever it was nearby.

Without feeling the morning began to come, I was relieved because tonight the ghosts no longer bother me with the appearance. The only thing that bothers me is Mbak Jun's story about Gayatri's disappearance and Melati's death.

"Mother Hanna, before going home for a yuk meal. I want to eat soto again." It was beautiful to hold me as we walked out of the building.

"You like soto, Ndah." I laugh because almost every morning the girl always invites me to breakfast soto, it's also in the same place. Though I think soto there it feels ordinary even can be said to be bland. However, Indah always wanted to eat soto there. Sometimes my bad thoughts ask if the soto seller is using a seller, but if using the help of a permit why the shop is quiet. Though as far as I know, if fraudulent traders are usually many buyers. Ah, it's not good to be prejudiced like this. I don't know why only the beautiful know.

Sure enough, Indah stopped the pace of her iron horse right in that simple soto stall. Two bowls of chicken soto have been presented in front of me, this time I smell a very fragrant characteristic of spices, different from the days ago.

I slowly sipped the sweet-smelling soto sauce. This time the soto here is really delicious. Broth soup combined with spices is able to upload tastes. I glanced at the middle-aged woman who was waiting for me to give an opinion on her soto this time.

"How, Ma'am? Not delicious?"

"Enak very, Mom. Just use this recipe tomorrow." Indah suddenly spoke before I answered the question of the seller's mother.

"Really, Mommy?"

"Yes, Mom. Soto is really good," I added. I could see the grinning smile of the middle-aged woman.

"Alhamdulillah, it turns out there are sellers of soto are amazingly good. Usually they are reluctant to share their kitchen secrets with others, usually on their own. May Soto Mbah Gugel bestselling cape kimpul, the trade is in demand money collected."

I'm the one eating soto so coughed. Apparently today there are still people who do not follow the rapid development of technology.

"Mom, do you want me to know Mbah Gugel?" I asked slowly at the smiling woman staring at her wagon.

"You, Ma'am. I want to thank him for giving me a good soto recipe. I will be indebted to him for giving me a new hope. It's just this soto stall that's the focus of my life, ma'am." There are tears of novelty that pooled in the corner of the eye that began to decorate the wrinkles.

I thrust my phone at her, the woman scrunched her forehead. "Don't you want Mbah Gugel's phone?" I shook my head in response to his question.

"Mom, Mbah Gugel it's not a seller of soto or people but this."

"What do you mean, Mother? I just don't understand. People say my son, the soto recipe from Mbah Gugel, surely he can cook too."

"Mom, Mbah Gugel's a search engine. Find anything there. Want to find a recipe even want to find news all there is, Mom."

I showed how to find a recipe through a cell phone on the woman whose half hair was already covered with gray hair, she seemed to nod.

"Oh, so Mbah Gugel's not a person huh, Ma'am?"

"No, Mom."

"Enak yes today nothing lives pengket-penset in mobile phones, everything is there. Means you can make the news, ma'am?"

"Can, Mom. I just type what to find, I'll see you."

"Sir, looking for old news can ya, Ma'am? You see, from ancient times, I was curious about the same haunted indexos that are behind the garment lo, Ma'am."

My eyes were round whether what this mother meant was an index that I rented or somewhere else.

"What's wrong, Mom?" I'm trying to find out who knows I have clues to the mystery of Gayatri's disappearance and the murder of twenty years ago.

"Soal there is news that could make residents stir here. There's a girl, she works in a garment it's missing in her index. Mom, a few days before eating here. I remember very well the beginning of the missing mbak eating with his female friend, every day eating here. Keep knowing the three are the same man. Just the two of them are the same guy. He said his friend who's a girl gets a job out of town."

It must have been Gayatri, Melati, and the man who caused the friendship of the two girls to be ruined. I sipped the remaining iced tea, while Indah looked still enjoying the still warm tempe mendoan.

"Last time the missing mbak ate here but while debating the same men, Ma'am. I didn't want to know their business until they had a fight like that. All I could hear was that he blamed the man for causing the death of another. Well the man left, suddenly the mbak was screaming he said there was a finger cut on my soto, Ma'am. Spontaneous only my buyers who there are some people, at that time also run away. Because it was thought my shop was wearing incantations. As a result until now my stalls are getting quieter, Ma'am."

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