Mystery of Room 13
Section 46: The Curse of the Dancer

Not only Mbak Juni, but the few remaining people cheered on me and Ridwan. There are even people who want me and Ridwan to get married.

"Just pray, let him open his heart to receive my love." Ridwan replied without seeing me and the others, he was still busy fiddling with the motor.

"Basar burik lizard, if you talk at will. Not pinching it?" I said slowly with a tone full of emphasis. Ridwan's face suddenly looked up. That guy is hard to guess. Her eagle eyes looked at me and her hands rubbed my head that was covered in a veil. It's tall so it's easy to do that.

"What did you say? I'm adorable and will give me a kiss? Patience first, baby. Wait for me to take you to the Office of Religious Affairs first. Once valid, let alone the kiss, this whole body soul will serve you completely."

"Grove! Where's my motor key? From then on you just tinker-brain not finished-finished, so not even worse yes." My hand looked up and asked for the motor key. I better go home by pushing a motorcycle that some parts are still dismantled rather than continue to get a fight from this man, besides that I also feel uncomfortable, Indah often glanced at me and Ridwan. About Wulan motorbike later I can ask which workshop people open on Sundays like this.

"Yes, my dear is really impatient. For a moment. I put this on first and we'll try to hopefully light up."

"Damn, prick. This sleepy hunt."

While Ridwan was installing the motor body he had dismantled, I opened my phone which from last night I turned off because the battery was thinning. Apparently there were some incoming calls from Wulan. Tumben once he called me many times. He also sent me a voice note that was enough to make me worry. When the sound was recorded, I could clearly hear the sound of people crying.

"Han, help me! I'm locked in your room and there's someone crying in the bathroom."

How could Wulan be trapped in that room that was already somewhat haunted? I hope he's okay. I tried calling her phone but it was inactive. I sent a message but just tick one, is the phone off huh? My heart grew increasingly stifled, afraid that anything would happen to her.

"Wan, is my bike ready?"

"Oh, I tried it first. It's not the way."

"No need, I'm in a hurry." Without waiting for Ridwan's answer, I immediately kicked the bike and hurried to leave without saying goodbye to everyone. One thing I thought about was quickly getting to the index and seeing the state of Wulan.

Indekos Sunday seems lonely because many workers who choose to return to their hometown let alone Monday also holiday because there is a big day. I swung towards my room. I hope Wulan is okay.

Slowly I turned the doorknob, is why is this open? Not that Wulan said she was locked up. I entered after saying my regards. She, Wulan is sleeping in my bed. I could breathe a sigh of relief seeing the woman sleep so peacefully. I better let him rest first, I know lately Wulan is very difficult to sleep because it faces problems that come in many years. I'll just ask her why she's in a room she doesn't even want to go in all this time out of fear.

There are a few clothes left in this room. Despite the fear, I changed my work clothes in the bathroom. I lay down beside Wulan despite the hunger but this drowsiness was more dominant. Eat it later if Wulan is awake. I closed my eyes and fell asleep for how long. What is clear is that Azan Zuhur said I woke up and carried out my duties.

This room is still like the first time when I came here, hot and stuffy when used for prayer and back to normal when it was finished.

My stomach feels rumbling when folding the prayer mat. Apparently Wulan had woken up and was playing with her phone.

"Lan, I'm sorry I turned off my phone. Wh-why are you here?"

"I told you outside, Han. Why am I sleeping here? But we ate first. It's from the night I haven't eaten."

"Yes, let's go upstairs first. We eat like this."

Yes indeed I only use a mini negligee, a negligee that is far above the knee. Meanwhile half my clothes are in Wulan's room. Me and Wulan rushed upstairs, on the stairs we met Lina.

"Sir Wulan, you're okay, right?" asked Lina while looking fixedly at Wulan.

"Overnight in Madam Wulan's room what was the commotion? There was a very noisy sound, like there was a falling object even heard the sound of people swearing, all the animals in the zoo and in the forest came out all. I actually wanted to go out and check your room, but I didn't dare because I was alone. Lina could only pray that Ma'am was fine..."

"What's the matter, Lin?" sahutku.

"So the woman said she was going to finish you off, Ma'am. I'm so scared, Mom."

"There's no need to be afraid, I'm fine. You want to go to work, right, Lin? It's gonna be late for you."

The girl glanced at her watch and then said goodbye because it was almost too late for work. Wulan and I hurried up to look at Wulan's room to make sure of all the state of the room. I was flabbergasted because once this room opened, the view of this room successfully made my eyes wide open. All the clothes on the floor. A small closet was also rolled over.

"Lan, look at this!" I closed my eyes after I saw the incisions on the pillow, until all the cotton was spattered out.

"Intan, this must be Intan's work," muttered Wulan.

"What do you mean, Lan?"

"I'm sure Intan came here to look for this." The woman took something out of her pocket. I knew that thing, that little box of wood I was the first to find it.

"Boze it? But why is he looking for her? Didn't you waste that time?"

"Yes, but I was just after browsing. Apparently in addition to the powder that has been filled with pellet science, this powder place also has magical power that is no less frightening. It is said that this powder place is what many art workers are looking for. He said whatever powder was stored here made the workers look pangling also attracted everyone to look at it. Hence when juxtaposed with pellet powder its strength would be extraordinary."

"This powder place means expensive dong ya. If it's expensive, then why only hire your husband?"

"It's a curse, Han. Based on the article I read. Formerly this powder place belonged to a dancer who was killed by his partner just because the killer was in love with the dancer's lover. Before dying, the dancer had sworn to demand revenge on everyone who used this would definitely fall in love with her best friend's lover. Its use will end tragically."

I smothered my mouth because behind its small shape was tucked into a terrible story. Gayatri is the real proof of the curse. At first he did indeed want to take revenge on the three people who forcibly missiles him. Eventually he fell in love with his best friend's future husband.

"Lan, we'll throw it away. I'm afraid something terrible will happen again."

"Yes, I'll throw it away. You get changed? Here's his shirt already falling like this."

"How else," I replied as I spread my gaze to the room that was like a broken ship. "I want to go out with a gini-rich negligee."

"Later you're the one who wants to be bought, Han!"

"Ashm! Amit-amit jabang baby. I'm a good woman not a peddler of love."

There was a crackle of laughter adorning this incident-filled day. Solved Intan who might come again to ask for the powder box is a business later. The most important thing now is to silence the stomach that has been crowded once asking for his rights.

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