Dormitory Waiter

Old Dormitory

This story happened eleven years ago. It was hard and there was one unanswered question. Where did my friend go with the kuntilanak?

That afternoon we got an invitation to play in one of the futsal tournaments in a city. It feels good at once deg-degan. Understandably, it was the first time we competed in a tournament, carrying the name of the campus, and had the opportunity to win a trophy.

The tournament was initially eagerly awaited and ended with a drama. Drama with Mbak Kuntilanak that makes us worried half dead.

The day arrived. We went to the tournament location using a bus. There we were waiting for the committee. They then drove us to a dormitory where we stayed for three days. And that's where we struggle with the mystery that nearly cost half our lives.

The hostel we lived in was nice too. There are dozens of rooms, three floors. On the right and left are two faculty buildings. Opposite it is a very large fish pond and around it is a rice field. Asri in the morning, but mystical at night.

We were placed on the third floor. Each room contains two beds, top and bottom. There is a window, which if opened, direct view leads to a rice field and a banana tree. Breezy during the day, but worrying in the early hours.

I chose the bottom bed. Trying sleep. Smell the fragrance on the surface of pillows and sheets. My mind, what a nice serve. Like in a hotel. Kuntilanak hotels.

At lunchtime, I asked the committee. “Before we came, who was the last to wear the third floor aisle?”

“Nothing, Mas. This hallway was never used. Masanya first user.”

My inner, oh, means new pillows and sheets, and since the purchase is left unchecked. Might as well.

Then the tournament goes on. Held for three days. Dear thousand dear. Our team was less fortunate. Let alone qualify for the final, passing the group stage alone can not. Amby anyway.

We rushed to our rooms. Cowering lethargic and lamenting misfortune. Before long, the hallway was silent, the atmosphere was silent, and we fell asleep.

At 02.30.

“Mod, above the kayak there are strange noises, yo?”

I heard her voice. But not so clear.

“Mod, is this a cat sound? How can I squiggle something? Uh, wait a minute. But how can there be such a raucous sound huh?”

Again, as it was unclear, I ignored it.

The next day, we watched the final. The host wins. They party, but we party more.

Along the way, we enjoyed the food and drinks. Some are alcoholic, some are not. To celebrate the last day in the city. Suddenly a friend called M came to my room.

“Mod, you know, from yesterday there was someone stalking me just?!”

I answered that. “Ya, reasonable. It's handsome, really. Which child?”

“Nih next to me. Ayu, right?”

Deg. I looked at the friend who was by the window. Stare at each other. My heart rippled. Want to ask, not yet spoken, M talk again.

“I think I'm going out with him, deh,” said my friend who seems not aware that it's kuntilanak and wants “kidnya”.

My forehead is cringing. In my mind, it might be the effect of getting drunk or inhaling excess mushroom. Before long, M came out of the room. I followed.

“I'm not going down first, yo. Return before 12!” He left while waving his hand.

At 23:00.

M hasn't returned. Since there was one bottle that had not been spent, a friend and I went down and asked the housekeeper.

“Sorry, sir, was there a friend of mine who came out? His son is brunette, white, 170s tall.”

“Sorry, Mom. From earlier deserted. No one passes by. Probably in their own room, yes. This wants me to lock the door first.”

We looked for him to the corners of the dormitory, and it left the hostel occupants a bit shocked. Honey, the result is nil. We went back to the third floor. We unexpectedly met with a committee. Confused, we told of our anxiety. The response was strange bin unique.

“Hmm, it turns out so, yes.” He stroked his jamb repeatedly while revealing a thoughtful countenance.

“So, how about, Mas?”

“Two days ago, there was Mbak—dia while mentioning his physical features, including long hair, his lips torn, his left eye hanging and there was an incision in his left temple, and it made us horrified, ask me for help. Find a child who RARELY TAKES A BATH AND LIKES TO SLEEP LONG. Do mas friends have such kayak features?”

We limp. Tacit. The characteristics are so. Shower once every three days. After sleeping, it can be almost 20 hours. It's messed up M's life. So I answered slowly.

“Iya, Mas. How do you keep going, Mas?”

“Try me to ask the smart guy, yes, Mas. Fear of being taken to another realm.”

Quibble. It's called going with a friend, coming home with a headstone. I hurried to report this news to my friends. We're emblazoned. Seeking reason and thinking the worst possibility if brought kuntilanak to another nature.

Some of us try to contact smart people. So too with me. And the answer I got was:

“Quiet aja, Mas. Temen sampeyan just covered kuntilanak. Later abis dawn also back.”

It's more calm. Yes, if you go back. If not, how? Being impatient, we once again searched all over the place in the dormitory. From the bathroom to the barn. Honey, again the result is nil.

At 03.00.

We asked the hostel guards for permission to leave. It is allowed on condition that the dawn of the azan must return. We assented. Search again from the rice fields, ponds, to the opposite faculty. And again, the result is hollow.

As per the request of the dorm guard, we returned. Go to each other's rooms and try to sleep.

At 06.00.

A friend came in. Reported that M has gone to city B which if taken by car, can take up to 6 hours. So I don't think it's possible to go there either. And if it does go there, it is not possible to go back to dawn.

At 07.30.

I'm out of the room. From the next room, M came out as well. Astagfirullah.

“Sori, Mod. Last abis dawn new back.”

I want to hit him. Just to prove whether it is human or not. But, before a fist landed on her cheek, she snarled and headed to the bathroom. I called my friends and told them M was back. Of course everyone was shocked.

Then we rushed to pack. Give greetings to the committee for not following the closing ceremony. We are afraid that M was even hit by kuntilanak persuasion and lost again.

We went home by train. Along the way, from the dormitory to the station, then on the train, M did not say a word. If asked, just nod and shake your head.

Surprisingly, after crossing the border, M started talking.

“Born I was invited to go. Those streets. Want to be invited to his place, but not yet there, why I was pulled. Don't know who's narik.”

“Trus just walking around, he said what?” I was curious and asked.

“He said, I was the figure he had been looking for all this time.”

“Surely he was looking for what figure?”

“Males who rarely shower and sleep duration is very long.”

“Oh.” I just respond to it slowly. After hearing the story, we often took a shower and slept for no more than eight hours. Not with M. He still remains so, and of course, enjoys adventures with other subtle creatures.