Mystery of Room 13
Section 52: Efforts to Recover Wulan

What else is this, why the voice I have often heard since living in this index appeared at such an inopportune time. I ran down the stairs until I almost fell. Because I know exactly who I'll meet if I look to the left. He must be a head ghost who's happy to bother me.

"Go away, don't bother ya." I whispered slowly hoping the feeling in the weight on the shoulder was gone. But it feels heavier. I carry a heavy load but only on my left shoulder. It feels really uncomfortable. I flicked my hand on my shoulder, hoping that he would leave soon still couldn't. Even I can hear his typical laughter.

The feeling disappeared just as I was in front of my room. Ms. Wati came out with a face soaked in sweat. His clothes were like blood.

"Mom, where's Wulan now? Is he in good shape or something bad? This is why Bu Wati's clothes are red straws like this? Is this blood? Whose blood?"

I leaned in Bu Wati who was still holding her phone.

"That's who, Wati?" A man's voice sounded from Bu Wati's phone.

"Oh, he's the occupant of room thirteen, sir. I'll turn off the phone first, sir." The woman only got a one-word answer - yes, quickly her slightly fat hand turned off her phone.

"Mom, Wulan how is he? Is that thing coming out of Wulan's body?"

"Patience, Sister Hanna. I'll answer the question one-on-one first huh."

Bu Wati also explained the state of Wulan which is stable and is now resting because the energy is drained when invisible creatures had possessed it. It takes a hard struggle for the owner of the index to get it out let alone this through virtual. Ms. Wati who holds a mobile phone, is often attacked by Wulan. Even Bu Wati's temple was injured from stumbling into the corner of the little closet in my room.

"Mbak Hanna, if you have red medicine and cassa cloth because before I went into the room, Mbak Wulan had scratched his palm with a small knife. Even if I was late to the entrance maybe Wulan was gone because he almost sliced his own veins. I just rubbed the wound with a makeshift cloth. I don't know whose clothes I took."

"Hanna buy it first, Mom. Poor he must be in pain."

"Don't want to see Wulan's situation? Let her calm down because there's already Hanna's sister."

I obeyed Bu Wati's words to see Wulan's condition first. The moment I entered my room, a shocking condition greeted me. All the ravages, clothes scattered. The plates and glasses were almost all smashed, and the most concerning one was Wulan. The usually cheerful woman is slumped weakly on the bed. His cheeks were full of scratches, his hands were wrapped in white shirts and there was blood on them.

"Wulan, are you better?" tanyaku while rubbing his forehead full of sweat. It was as tight as the usual cheerful woman turned weak. He only briefly opened his eyes when he heard my words but then closed his eyes again.

"Lan, I bought you some food, so that your body can recover quickly." He remained closed, but I'm sure he must have heard my words, only his strength had run out to respond.

Hurried me out of the room, it didn't feel strong linger seeing it droop weak like that. My door closed slowly, outside the door I sat down and cried because I was holding back tears from falling in front of him.

"Mom Hanna's okay, right?"

"I-I can't bear to see Wulan like that, Mom. It feels so bad to see him. He's been betrayed, still have to bear this kind of burden."

Ms. Wati continued to advise me to be strong and help the physical and psychological recovery of Wulan which is arguably not okay. Yes, he's right I have to help Wulan recover, even dissolve in grief.

"Mom, I'll take Wulan for a second. I'd like to buy some medicine for his injured hand." The middle-aged woman nodded after saying that I should be careful and remain calm because I will ride a motorcycle, afraid that I will be the one who is wretched because of driving with a foggy mind.

I rushed on the Wulan motorbike, fortunately I had time to take the key to the Wulan motorbike that crashed in the bathroom. The place I went to first was a food stall. I chose to stop at the Lesehan stall that provides a variety of chicken-based menus. I ordered four packs of rice and fried chicken for Wulan as well as Bu Wati who looked limp earlier. After all, his energy must have been drained because he continued to hold the rebellious Wulan.

"Mom, isn't that desperate?" I asked the woman who was frying the chicken. My intention, want to buy vegetables such as asem vegetables that are commonly available in chicken stalls like this so that Wulan's appetite improves.

"The seger-seger? Rujak means? Yeah, nothing, Mommy."

"No, Mom, that's not what I meant. A-anu, I'm looking for an asem vegetable or something that's fruitful." The woman rounded her lips.

"She, Ma'am. Here there are vegetables, sauteed kale, and trancam."

I knit my eyebrows at the last word that mother said. "threatened? Threatened what, Mom? Threatened danger?"

This salesman chuckled at my question. "Trancam is the name of the food, Ma'am. Like a snack, it looks like a vegetable ointment, but it's raw. Like long beans, sprouts, cucumbers. It's all mixed with sambel from a coconut grater."

I began to understand, indeed Solo and the surroundings can be said to be food heaven. All kinds of food exist, not much different from the actual Ungaran.

"Yes already, Mom. Vegetables only two servings."

The woman deftly wrapped my order. I hurried back to cleave the way towards the pharmacy not too far away from the factory. There I ordered red medicine, bandages, and cassa cloth. I also bought ointment as well as oral medication according to the advice of the pharmacist to be sure that Wulan's wound is not infected. He also suggested that while Wulan ate something as smooth as porridge and also drank honey so that his energy recovered.

It's okay, my savings are thinning as long as Wulan is fine. The search can be searched again. I looked for a stall that sold porridge according to the instructions given by the pharmacist earlier. After quite a long spin, I found a small stall that was quite crowded with buyers. With anxious feelings I waited for my turn to order some porridge.

"Mom, the porridge's two packs, yeah."

My feet went limp hearing it, after a long time I waited but when my turn came it was over. I could also hear the disappointment of other visitors. Ah how is this, I can't possibly look for another stall because it's been too long since I left the weak Wulan alone.

"Mom, is there really no leftover? You see my friend is sick again, he is very weak," I asked once again, in the hope of a miracle.

"Wait, Ma'am. It's a scribble, you want it?" The woman raised her pancakes and showed me the contents that were left over.

"It's okay, Mom."

The woman immediately dredged her pancakes. I could see some slightly tanned slurry crusts getting stuck. Not what matters can be eaten. "Sir, this vegetable is just a blazing egg, that's also the egg has been somewhat destroyed. You go in, all right?"

"Yes, Mom. What matters is the taste."

The woman handed the porridge to me. However, when I asked her how much it cost, she said it was free because what I brought was actually not worth appreciating anything.

"But, Mom."

"It's okay, Ma'am. It's also a remnant. I hope you get well soon."

Thousands of thanks to the woman who may be in her seventies. I was about to leave the deserted stall because the uninhabited buyers had already left. Suddenly from behind a little boy ran and hit me. I was unprepared, making the plastic I was carrying hit the streets. Of course, it broke and spilled everywhere. My eyes were inundated, my reflection seeing Wulan eating so voraciously fading that I did not hear the boy apologizing to me so many times. I bowed while staring at the porridge that had fused with the land. I could only sob, until someone patted me on the shoulder gently.

"What's up, Ma'am?"

That voice is as I know it. I turned around, sure enough he always comes when I need a backrest. Without caring about my surroundings, I hugged his body tightly. I shed these tears in her warm embrace. I can feel the touch of his hand.

"Han, what's wrong?" tanyanya while wiping my tears that wet my cheeks.

"Wan, my porridge was spilled when I needed it," I said in between my cries.

"We're looking for both again. Don't cry like this when the beauty is gone."

"can't. I have to go home because Wulan is waiting at home. Poor thing, he must be getting weaker now." I let go of my arms in the senses, Wulan is in need of me.

"Yes, I'm taking you."

"No need, I've got a bike. I'm first, Wan." I hurried to leave Ridwan alone staring at me. Immediately I buzz the bike with full power hoping that soon I can go home to the index.

"Bu Wati, how is Wulan? Sorry I bought some porridge but..."

"Still limp, Ma'am. I'm trying to wake him up too no response, he's very hot."

I hold Wulan's forehead, it's true she's in a high fever right now. Ah, how could I forget to buy painkillers. "Bu Wati, do we just take her to the hospital?"

"Yes, Mother. Just taken rather than there are things that are not desirable, but that is the problem now how do we bring Mbak Wulan there. There are no cars here. There's no way we're going there on a motorcycle."

"We'll book a taxi online, ma'am. I'll order first. Ms. Wati will help me bopong Wulan if the car comes. Please find Wulan's wallet in that bag, ma'am. I need Wulan's ID at the hospital."

As my finger pressed the online taxi app, I heard the sound of people saying greetings at the door. Ah, I was quite surprised that Ridwan was already standing at the door, showing off his row of sweet teeth.

"Sorry, Han, I was following you. Because I'm worried about you looking panicked. Can I help you?"

"Ah, I really need your help to bopong Wulan to take her to the hospital. I'm gonna book a cab online first."

"No need to order. I brought a car."

Without me asking the tall man to hold Wulan's limp body and bring her into the car parked outside the index. Lina who just came down had wanted to accompany me to the hospital but I refused because I knew she was going back to Klaten.

The car door would be shut just then, the headless ghost came with his head. I almost screamed because she was standing next to Lina.

"Hanna, I'll help you bring Wulan's soul back" he said with a broad grin. Apparently the creature is not as hideous as its shape.

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