Gondo Flower

Chapter 5: The next room

pov Zainal's

Not even a day I live in a boarding house owned by my friend has many events do not wear a bother, From the beginning came to this second all the strange events keep a lot of mystery.

Either only I or Sharif also feel the same way, there is nothing right from where this building stands. Every corner felt tight, even in the open still felt stuffy.

At that time Syarif came to approach in a bamboo chair, as usual every morning he always exercise, whether it's running a marathon or just practicing the strength of his arm muscles with push-ups or other room sports.

But somehow explained, the woman was there clinging to Sharif's back and going wherever he went. Even in the morning it still annoys me, surprising me when I open the closet or hide behind the bathroom door.

He's always there waiting for someone to respond to his presence, I'm tired of the woman's ridiculous behavior, at least let me sleep well tonight, I Hate those empty eyeballs always staring from the sky of the room.

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After making sure Mbah Slamet returned home safely, I say goodbye to the old man. Not a long trip just a few hundred meters to reach the destination, of course to the kostan syarif.

Passing a different path to the previous departing place, a highway with a row of very close residents' houses.

It feels reluctant to go back to that place, in addition to a small interference disorder there are other things that make me uncomfortable. Its occupants were so cold, it did not welcome our arrival at all.

Out of his many rooms, there was one room that was very mysterious. The room was located on the second floor, although it was only the first time I stepped foot into the place, my first impression was already uncomfortable.

" Bar seko endi kowe Nal, don't golek i Lo ket want?" (Where did you Nal come from, I looked in lo from earlier?)Sharif reprimanded from a distance.

" Neng mburi mau, enek mbah mbah kae" (i was behind earlier, there was the mbah mbah)

"..." - ".Syarif was silent

"Mau mbengi mbak,saiki mbah mbah." (so malem mbak mbak, now mbah mbah)

"Wes is mumet ndas I don't need takon seng reno reno!" (That's my head dizzy don't ask weird questions)

"Sek Nal, Kowe iki ket teapot neng kene strange lo your attitude, ora biasane you koyo ngene?" (wait Nal, you were from the beginning Dateng to here your attitude is strange, can you not go here?)

"Wingi kae wes tak kek i eroh to, enek mbak mbak cok!" (from yesterday I told you, there is mbak mbak!)

"Yo mbak mbak e ki piye, karo kowe ngono?" (how's the mother, like it?)

"Asu. cah iki, nggo kowe wae I ra doyan!" (For you, I don't want to!) Zainal.

"Denan nal, sopo jeneng e? ayu opo ora ?" (What is the name, what is the name? Beautiful isn't?)

"Jenenge mbak Lanak, mayu ne poll, artist wae ora ono seng iso ningi!" (His name is Lanak, no artist can match her beauty!).

"Tenan nal's gang?" (Really Nal?).

I passed by not responding to her again, whether it feels lazy to do anything, even to joke it feels not tasteful.

When he realized our presence he rushed away, went into his rental room and locked his meeting.We ignored him because he was basically weird, he said, not too dizzy for something that is not important.

And what makes me very uncomfortable Syarif always raises questions about the woman in white dress, he seems very excited to meet with Lanak mbal, he said, either his attitude will last how long when he finds out that Kunt*Lanak does not have eyeballs.

"Nal when? Njalok number e wae is me!" (Nal when? Ask him for his number!) Rengek Syarif is still following me.

"Sabar yo, kanko bengi mrene neh wong e, jak en dolan ben iso turu me!" (Patience, he will come again, take a walk so I can sleep!).

Sharif seemed happy with my explanation.

"Want to try kono kui sopo?" (Who was that standing there?). said me again

Sharif looked around remembering who was in front of us.

"Doni kae, ngopo mas?"

"Know you?" (you know?).

"No, wong yo I lagek moved neng kene. Jere mas Yanto seng neng nduwor room, e lah indeed menengan." (no, I just moved here. Mas Yanto said in the upper room, Doni was a little quiet.)

It wasn't actually her silence that intrigued me, but what she was hiding.

Last night when he was about to go to the bathroom next to his room, the room was pitch-black. I was still thinking positively maybe he was asleep, but the strange thing from the room was the sound of someone who was moaning, Even after that there was a very strong Cambodian aroma from inside the room.

Because of the many strange events that I experienced, the curiosity increased when I heard the moaning sound. A little closer to the ear to the stone wall, Silence did not hear any sound even the sound of the wind was not.

Five minutes later I eavesdropped until I began to lose patience, I left the room number one was pitch black. Only a few steps passed, the moaning sound was heard again, this time it sounded clearer.

Unfortunately the scent of Cambodian flowers is no longer there, changing the scent of a very strong carcass. Let's just say I regurgitated my dinner back then, lucky I can still control it.

I turned my body back to the door of room number one, Damn the woman again, standing in front of the room pecking her head at the locked door.

My heart was racing, my legs were shaking. The woman in White's dress stopped her activities, turning her head grinning back to show off her pus-eroded teeth.

BRAK!!

The woman hit her head against the stone wall, a red liquid flowing into the floor. He was lying there, but shortly after he stood up shouting loudly to his ears.

And back to disappearing.

Damn why he always greeted me, why not someone else, or maybe everyone he already greeted but no one dared to tell me, it was just my guess hopefully not true.

I stared at Sharif who was still busy stretching in the boarding yard, could he keep a secret as well?