Mystery of Room 13
Part 30: Chicken Cemani

I kept looking at the girl who was sleeping, looking calm like never before as she continued to cry for her cousin. My mind was still disturbed by his words earlier. Why did he say that, was it because of Ridwan? Ah hopefully it is not that, most he fears our fate like Gayatri and Intan who were destroyed because of the existence of a man.

I began to fall asleep as my eyes began to be unable to resist sleepiness after being forced to stay awake all night because of the demands of work. Unlike the time I lived in Indekos, since living in the family Indah there is a sense of comfort and calm. I woke up when Azan Zuhur had long passed, when it felt like these eyes had just closed.

At first glance I turn on my phone screen, how surprised I am already at half three. Only a short stay Azan Asar reverberated.

Tumben earlier there was no knock on the door that was usually done by Bu Yuni. Maybe he's still working and hasn't come home. "Good let's wake up, we pray first yuk. Time is almost up. Afraid not to hunt later, you know it's Asar."

I kept shaking the shoulder of the sleeping girl but she just squirmed and then went back to sleep. I would rather pray first than wait Beautiful later let Beautiful me wake up after I prostrate before the Creator.

After I whip all my complaints at Him. I hurried to wake Indah who was still hugging the hello kitty patterned bolster, her slightly open mouth and the saliva that had been tracing everywhere still did not diminish her beauty.

"Well, wake up and pray!" I said while rubbing his sweaty forehead. Beautifully woke up and opened her eyes.

"Hoah! What time is it, Ma'am? The new rem has also been built."

"Hour three less ten. Your spit of prayer, it's over time."

"Geez!" The girl soon woke up from her sleep.

With gontai the yellow girl Langsat went to the back, while I stared at the mobile screen. There were some missed calls apparently from Wulan.

What happened once the mother of two contacted me. I'll call her number soon, who knows what's important.

After waiting for quite a while, my call was finally answered as well. A cheerful voice from across there, made me smile.

"Hanna, you finally called me too. I'm it..."

"Oi, say hello first, ma'am." There was a sound of laughter that blared as his words that were as repetitive as the train I cut suddenly.

"Yes, forgot. So excited to talk to you so forget to say hello. Sorry, Han."

"Hmm, where's the greeting, where? Don't apologize doang dong," I said in a high tone similar to the director who was scolding the artists. Instead of answering, I heard laughter bursting out across the street.

"Astagfirullah, forget it again. Well, my stomach's cramped, bud, Han."

I know for sure at this time Wulan was too excited to laugh until her stomach felt stiff. After waiting for quite a long time Wulan finally said his greetings to me.

"Assalamualaikum, Han."

"Girishalam, Lan. How and what is it? Tumben once did you call me on the phone? Oh yeah, sorry I was still sleeping. Be familiar while being a friend of the bat first."

"The victory of a bat or the victory of a kuntilanak or other invisible creatures?" The question Wulan asked irritated me. If it were close, I would have pinched it but it is a pity that we are currently far apart so I can only endure this annoyance myself.

"Abroad! If my friend is kuntilanak, it means you dong." I laughed out loud as Wulan's screaming voice sounded.

"Amit-amit jabang baby. It was enough that I met a ghost who was disguised so you at that time. Not again."

"Who knows you'd want to be friends with them."

"Don't mind, mending the same chicken rather than the same ghost. Han when did you return to this index? Sepi know without you especially lately Intan likes to suddenly leave. He said there was business. I'm really scared here alone especially if the night is hungry, now I don't dare to go down since..."

"Since what, Lan?"

"Since your room was empty. Some residents of Indecos often hear the sound of crying in your room. In the past, there never was such an event. Although many stories are spooky because of your room but not once annoying."

I let out a breath. Tempted to ask in this heart, is this happening because I did not fulfill the wishes of the inhabitants of the index? I don't want to help her? But if you want to help how? I don't know if I'm confused myself.

"Han! You're still there, right?" wulan's question made me gasp.

"L-yes, I'm still here" I said as I scratched my head.

"Astagfirullah, I almost forgot. You can come here this afternoon, can't you? Later you go to work I will anterin deh. Are you guys beautiful?"

"I want to talk about Intan."

I began to understand maybe Wulan wants to surprise Intan who will soon be married but it could also be the other way around Wulan does not know about the wedding that Intan will hold. I don't know, I'd better ask Wulan later.

"Han, can't you come here?"

"Yes, I asked Beautiful is okay, right?"

"Yes, take it."

Long enough to talk, Wulan and I decided to end it so that I could prepare to go to my index and I wanted to pick up some more stuff.

Beautiful that I had wanted to invite, in fact can only take me because he will go with his family to attend the wedding of his relatives.

"I'm sorry, Ma'am. Beautiful can not be nemenin. This is the one that married her sister, Mbak Melati. Later if it's too late, Beautiful may also not enter work, yesterday the hell was the same permission Bu Ning."

"Yes, it's okay. Be careful there."

"Sir, be careful too. Do not be bothered with the ghost whose head was slashed," whispered Indah as she glanced towards my room.

"Goddess, safe. You just go home. Pity the father of the same mother over and over to wait for you." I rubbed the helmet that was worn Beautiful.

"Good home, yeah."

A hand wave accompanied the departure of the girl who was so beautiful that her motorbike was lost in the fork. I looked back at the dull-looking building with a rustling heart. I wish for a few hours there was nothing to bother.

Before going to Wulan's room, I decided to enter the room that was a scourge for many people. The door creaked as I opened the room I rented. This room feels so stuffy and humid even though it has only been uninhabited for a few days.

My bedroom window is wide open so that the sunshine and fresh air change the atmosphere of the room is stuffy. I opened the bathroom so it was fresh too.

"Lo, Miss Hanna when is it coming?" Suddenly Bu Wati looked up, almost to my surprise and screamed because she thought she was a ghost.

"Jeez, Mrs Wati, just ngagetin people. I almost screamed because I thought there was a ghost."

"Where is the ghost of the day-night, Ma'am." The middle-aged woman looked to be laughing.

"Who knows, Mom." My eyes turned to the rattan basket bag that was being held by Bu Wati. "Eh, Mrs Wati where are you going for a picnic? How come to wear a rattan basket bag like that, rich want a garden party."

"A-anu, i-it's..." The middle-aged woman seemed to be hiding her bag to her back.

"Cock concealed. Must be Bu Wati wants a picnic with Mr. Pardi yes. Ciye... Ma'am if you want to date it's usually Sunday night, it's Friday night lo." My laughter only responded to the faint smile on her lips.

"A-anu, Sister Hanna, I'm going to go to the room first. Go cook first. Oh yeah, tonight, Miss Hanna's back at her friend's house, right?"

"No, Ma'am. I work in the night."

"Thank God that's it, Ma'am."

"Kok thank God?" tanyaku while frowning because he did not know the meaning of the middle-aged woman's words.

"Yes, thank God, because that means Ms. Hanna is doing well. Yes you have, Ma'am. I'm going up."

The woman seemed to be in a hurry to leave my room, just a few steps away, I heard the sound of a crowing chicken coming from the basket bag she was carrying, not long after a chicken head poked out of the basket. I gasped when I found it was not an ordinary chicken there but a chicken that was all black, people call it cemani chicken. Cemani chicken is a chicken that is often used for clenic rituals.

I tried to dismiss the bad thoughts about Bu Wati who brought chicken cemani, maybe the chicken was about to be cooked. But my logic and mind wandered back. Rarely people consume black chicken in addition to the texture of the meat is harder, even if cooked meat is black as well, the price is much more expensive than chicken or chicken country. In the community, eating cemani chicken is not common because the myths that have been widely developed. Then why the Bu Wati that I know only get wages is nothing from taking care of this index to buy it. Wouldn't just spend his salary. Ah, let it be, that's none of my business. I decided to continue cleaning my room. Moreover, Wulan earlier when I called was still outside to buy some groceries.

I was wiping the small closet with a wet cloth when the desk calendar accidentally fell off. I tore up the dates that had passed. My lips that had been working while humming became flabbergasted when I realized that tonight was right the night of Friday kliwon, the night that the followers of darkness believe is the most appropriate time to perform clenic rituals.

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