Mystery of Room 13
Part 42: Burning Anger

What might be the woman the father saw was the ghost of my senses come and follow me back. I also thought it felt very strange because he also knew my favorite food was a grilled quail. Slowly the body of the angkringan seller sank. Wulan and I were no longer able to withstand the weight of a slightly stocky man.

"Please! Help me!" wulan shouted trying to attract people's attention, while I kept calling the father so that he would regain consciousness.

Fortunately not for how long, people came and replaced my position and Wulan who held the father's body so as not to collapse because under a lot of small pieces of glass that was ready to stab anyone.

"That's how's the chronology, Ma'am?" A father questioned me because besides that father there was only me and Wulan there.

"We don't know for sure, sir. Just earlier he said he saw a woman sitting in a chair and suddenly his skin peeled off and his head came off so the father was surprised and fainted."

"Where is that woman now?"

"We don't know either, sir. Our men here also do not see the woman told by the father. We were also confused." explained Wulan. The man whose hair was already bleached just nodded.

"That means that the same Mr. Bagyo is a kind of demit huh."

"Perhaps, Sir. This keeps angkringan how?"

"You wait here first, Ma'am. Someone else contacted his son Pak Bagyo. Later the business of paying to pay the same to his son. You guys just continue eating." The man left us and went to the crowd of people who were trying to resuscitate the father.

"We just continue to eat." Wulan went back to eating his rice milk while I did not taste until the heart ate it. It felt bad and uncomfortable having to eat, whereas on the mat next to there was a crowd of people, it felt like it had no sympathy for people.

"Han, why don't we eat?"

"Later at home, I won't ask for plastic."

"I am too. It feels weird to eat in this condition."

Not for how long a teenager came with his mother on an ontel bike ride. The teenager immediately penetrated the crowd to see the condition of the angkringan seller's father. Maybe he was the son of the angkringan seller. Meanwhile, the middle-aged woman seemed to be tidying up her wares.

"Han, this is his wife. We'll just pay for the plastic." I walked over to the woman who turned out to be in tears.

"Mom, we want to pay for the food, ma'am." The woman was silent and did not answer. Only after I touched his shoulder did he look at me. "Mom, we're paying for our food. Rice..."

I was just about to mention whatever I took, the woman shook my hand then she signaled she could not hear and speak. There is a sense of compassion that surrounds my heart.

I waved at Wulan, and she approached me.

"What's wrong?"

"The mother can't hear and talk, how do we know the nominal we have to pay?"

"We wait for his father to wake up or his son."

It was not long before I heard a cry of gratitude from the crowd. Hopefully, the seller angkringan realized. Slowly people left from there. Me and Wulan approached.

"How, Sir?"

"It's been a bit quiet, Ma'am. You two haven't come home yet?"

"How can we go home in peace, while we still have dependents with the father. We want to pay for the food we've eaten and some of it we've packed."

"No need, Ma'am. Even though she's creepy she paid for it, including the two of you're eating." Wulan and I are flabbergasted where the ghost has money, or maybe in the movies the money turns into leaves.

"Sir, look again afraid it's not money, but leaves again."

"No way, Ma'am. My people count even numbers."

"But, it's true, sir. Who knows what this kid really is!" The teenager seemed to approve my proposal. He rushed to open the money storage drawer."

"How, Le?"

"It's not a leaf, but it's not money, sir. It's a roll of hair that has chocolates, like dried blood."

"Sir, please count our food, all the food that the ghost has eaten. Although we don't know, but we feel responsible for the creepy woman."

After counting the father mentioned a nominal, angkringan here is indeed including cheap festive. I took the money in my pocket. "Sir, this is yes."

"Awhile, Ma'am. Let my son get his change first."

"No need, sir. Come back to replace the broken glass." The man refused but I forced him. I assure you every sincere prayer from that father. A hug was also given by the mother. There is a peace that nothing can exchange.

"Han, you said you had to be frugal in managing money but why today you pay two hundred thousand just for milk rice."

"My father always taught me to skimp on everything, except in charity. My family is not capable, Lan. But we never lacked for food. Even when you have retired to become an honorary teacher, there is a fortune."

I am grateful to have been born in a simple but humble family. They form the person of children even though we women must be independent, there must be no weak words. Yes, even when it comes to dealing with ghosts and demons, it still trembles. Wulan and I went around the area around the factory just to refresh their minds.

"Lan, we'll stop by for a minute, go to the beautiful house. It's not good that I haven't been there for a few days." Wulan who was driving nodded steadily. The road to the Beautiful house from where we are now had to go through the road that divides the large cemetery. It was the same funeral I had when I was stuck there.

"Lan, can't we go the other way to the beautiful house? Why do you have to go through the funeral anyway," I said while squeezing Wulan's waist.

"It can, but we have to go far first. This is the most de-decked road to his beautiful house."

"But I'm so scared, Lan. It's my fur's getting goosebumps."

"Han, you're calm there's me here. Arau you read what it is, let's not be afraid of it."

"Assalamualaikum, yes gravedigger. Excuse me, we want to ride through," I said softly. When we were in front of the funeral.

Wulan motorbike began to enter the back gate of the old cemetery which is located in the middle of densely populated houses. A cold wind began to pierce my skin, I close my arms to Wulan who was slowly splitting the hollow path. The whirling water carried a sound like the twang of gamelan that was pitched from its place very far away, so its voice arose and sank. That voice reminds me of when I was trapped in a ghost village. I hope that voice is just my hallucination. I asked Wulan to speed up the bike. Fortunately, the main gate of the cemetery is already visible.

My eyes stared at the very end of the tomb and were covered in a zinc roof and lined with trellises. Samar I saw a grandmother wearing a light brown kebaya and a pull cloth, smiling and waving at me. I know who he is. He is Nyai Sukarti aka Simbok, someone who used to be the caretaker of this tomb in the Dutch colonial era.

I returned his smile with a nod and a faint smile. "Han, who are you smiling at?"

"With Simbok, the keeper of this cemetery."

"I don't think anyone's there."

"Indeed he's not a person, exactly a former person. How to call it. Anyway, I'll tell you sometime why I know that name."

"Your life is full of mediation, Han."

"I don't want to be like this either, but how else."

The motor stops at the spacious joglo house, this house is a shelter from the terror of the ghost of the bloody indekos. I was about to knock on the door of the Beautiful house, but the owner of the house has opened the door. "Mother Hanna, Sister Wulan, come in yuk!"

Lovely to take me and Wulan with pleasure. "Sir! Ma! Hanna's coming!"

The two lovely, excellent old men came out of the room and hugged me.

"Mommy thinks you no longer want to live here" Bu Yuni said as she continued to hold my hand.

"It just so happens that Hanna has business in the index, besides Hanna is still in the night so she doesn't sleep anywhere."

"It's okay, Nduk. The important thing is that you take good care of yourself."

In the middle of a warm conversation, suddenly Grandma came out with a fan.

"Heat is not just the hot sun, but a heart burning with anger. He was ready to scorch every object not even reluctant to fuse everything in front of him mercilessly. However, he forgot that along with that he was also on fire and disappeared."

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