Mystery of Room 13
Section 79: Owner of Indekos

I don't know who else this guy is. In this book does not explain in full how the stature of the mysterious man who seemed to constantly watch over Gayatri. In the book only written the mysterious man was tall, thin, and thin mustache. Not explained anything else, suppose he has a tompel or the other. If it was only mentioned like that, everyone could be the suspect. Even Ridwan has the same characteristics. No way, Ridwan is the mysterious man.

There was no information about the man, probably because Priyambodo himself had never seen him in person. All information is obtained only from the story told by Gayatri. It is still unclear whether the man is true or just the feeling of Gayatri who is not calm because it continues to be pursued by Melati who has become a slave of the dancer.

I let out a rough breath as I opened the next page. Priyambodo poured his unrest into the ink scratches. He was so afraid of losing Gayatri, the girl he had long loved. Especially since several times Gayatri tried to commit suicide. He wanted to keep Gayatri even if he could take the place of the punishment of the girl who was already allied with the demon.

"If I had to end up being the dancer's slave I would." Priyambodo wrote those words very clearly.

"Han, what do you think of Priyambodo's sacrifice of such great love for Gayatri? Do you still think of him as a bastard?"

Of course, in my eyes Priyambodo is still a bastard. I still remember how his eyes sparkled and his smile flashed, as Gayatri's body was being shrugged and forcibly shrugged off by the man in the coat. He did not listen to Gayatri's agony, even helping his two friends smother the helpless girl's mouth. He did not care about Gayatri who kept crying because of the savagery of the three of them.

"You know, Lan. Priyambodo was the last person to fight Gayatri."

"God! Then the Priyambodo guy got a former dong, Han?"

"You could say so. That's why I doubted his love" I said fieryly.

"But, Han, he proved his love and regret at the cost of his life."

"So, Lan. We'll talk about it tomorrow." I glanced at the clock on my phone, it was already one in the afternoon. It is better now that I invite Wulan to silence the mouth of the worm in the midst of a massive demo in my stomach, to the point that it sounds up to Wulan's ears. Me and Wulan both laughed out loud with sounds coming from my stomach. Wulan and I rushed to Angkringan which held a stall not far from the index.

"What's the whole thing, sir?" I asked the man who was washing dishes next to his cart. I didn't see any food left on that wagon.

"Mother is late. If this hour is overrun with the factory children."

Yes, this is already past the workers' rest hours. I looked at Wulan's face with a wry face, "how is this?"

"Anu, we're eating at the Padang food stall over there, Han." The woman pointed towards the food stall that was near a small crossroad in front. "It's a side dish on display in the storefront is still a lot of tuh, hopefully deh."

"Yes, Mother. Just eat there. That was the same Ms. Wati who had a bloody index was also there. Try acquaintances, who knows can discount." The angkringan merchant's father interrupted my conversation and Wulan interspersed with laughter.

"Father knows the same one who has my index?"

The man recounted several times Bu Wati and the man ate at this angkringan. "People are calm, don't talk much. If you say as necessary!"

On the way to the restaurant, I whispered to Wulan. "Lan, you say the one with the index is outside Java?"

"Maybe he's going home or something.Han, I just happen to want to say thank you for helping get the damn dancer out that almost got me stuck in that dark forest. I'm sure that the woman who looks like you is his submission, so I'm not afraid."

"Where's that theory from?" It seems impossible for me to tell you if the headless ghost contributed to Wulan's return to this world.

"Sheavenly dong. Try to think you said, Ms. Wati and the owner of the index, right, who helped get the dancer out, right?"

"Of course, it's up to you. Come on, let's go over there. My stomach is starving."

I hurried to Wulan. In addition to hunger, also to see how the owner of the blood index looks. It is true that Wulan said that he was very similar to Ridwan. I want to make sure of everything myself. If he's the owner of the old bloody index, he'll know everything that happened in the bloody index. Many questions I will ask, one of them is why ask Bu Wati to perform a magical ritual in my room.

Arriving in front of the restaurant house that provides various side dishes and vegetables from the land of Padang, such as rendang and chicken pop. I looked up to find that very strange sight. A man was sitting on a chair, his face covered in a black mask and he was wearing a hat. On the table, there was food that had been used up. Meanwhile, Bu Wati rested on the floor and lowered her head. I don't know what the man said so Bu Wati can only look down.

There is a sense of tightness in the heart, even though Bu Wati is just a employee but not worth treating like this. This is modern times, it is time we respect others even though he is our employee.

"Lan, who the hell is that guy?"

"He seems to be the owner of the bloody index. Her stature was the same, it's just that I don't see her face right now because it's covered in a mask."

I invited Wulan to approach them. "Mom Wati!" Bu Wati looked up at me, as well as the man. The glass that the man was holding suddenly fell down.

"Na-Nawang's? You're Nawang?" The man stood up and held my shoulder. I hurriedly brushed off the hand of the mature brown-skinned man.

"I'm sorry, I'm not Nawang. Excuse me."

"Later on, I'm hungry!"

While taking food, I occasionally glanced at the two people who were talking. No, it was more like an employer talking to his slave. Many times I heard vaguely Bu Wati said "sendiko dawuh" could be interpreted that he was ready to carry out the tasks given to the middle-aged woman.

"Lan, if you may know. The age of the father who has a bloody index how much? Like there's no adab. The richest man in this country alone is not like that talking to his subordinates."

"All I hear is that he's still a descendant of the noble family, blue blood."

"From which kingdom?"

"Okay, I don't know either. We've just continued eating, after all he's the one who helped me escape the possessed dancer, Han."

Behind the attitude that seemed arrogant, it was true that he was not a random person. Maybe he has a falsehood. "Han, if he opens the mask, you will definitely agree with me. He's your adult version."

"We've just eaten."

I had indeed from earlier continued to pay attention to the face of the man in blue shirt who was tightly covered with the black mask. I know that he often steals a glance at Wulan. If I were not curious about the look of that person, then I would have taken Wulan away because the look in the eyes was very sharp.

"Mom, just do everything according to my orders. No one is missed one bit." The man spoke as he stood up, about to prepare to leave as if.

Wulan also seemed to stand up. "Why are you standing up? You want to take the man forward?" confused whispered.

"I want to thank him."

I let Wulan stand up and talk to the man. Who knows, the man showed his face. Every now and then I see it, through me.

"What's your name? You're an index, aren't you?" Suddenly the man spoke to me. He who was about to leave now sits in front of me.

"My name, Ha.."

"Hanna yeah. Wati also mentioned your name but I forgot. You're the occupant of room thirteen aren't you? Hope it's at home."

A year? How to be at home if my room is full of ghosts. Since living in that room anyway, my life is not because it continues to intersect with the dark world.

"Sir, can I ask you a question?"

"Just ask." The man casually lit his cigar. I was surprised to see the face of the man who might be around forties was indeed similar to Ridwan. What do I guess is right, there's a connection between Ridwan's mother and this man.

"She wanted to ask? Why just shut up now?"

"Why did Bu Wati perform the ritual in my room?" The man smiled like he was not surprised by my question.

"Because your room is a haunted place. We must always make offerings to the waiting room so that nothing bad happens to all the inhabitants of the index."

"Then what about the discovery of the monstrous corpse and the disappearance of one of the occupants in room thirteen? And do you know the crazy woman who banged on the gate over twenty years ago?"

The man instead of answering got up and stood up, then whispered something to me that made me shudder in horror and fear.

"Don't pry into the past if you don't want to be your fate like theirs. Dead woeful. I just reminded him because those who are invisible actually do not like the secrets that are revealed. They often make up stories that are different from the truth. Just live normal. Pretend you don't see them. Oh right, about that crazy woman who was always banging on that gate I didn't know about it much less know her."

"But why does the headless ghost ask me so many times for help, even the flat-face ghost is the same!"

"Ignore them!" The man passed away leaving many questions in my mind. What is he hiding?

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