Hastungkara Hotel Blockade

Episode 4.1: Meeting in the Dining Room

The next day Fadil woke up a little fresher. Maybe because of the medicine the doctor gave me yesterday. Yes, at first Fadil refused desperately when he wanted to be called a doctor because he could overcome his own problems. He even snapped at Rasya.

"Leave me alone!" fadil snapped when he arrived at his door yesterday.

Rasya's face paled with worry. "But your hands must be treated immediately."

"Oh yeah, you want to help me, don't you?" ask Fadil while giving her emotions.

Rasya nodded stuttering.

"Please take care of the women in room 18F." Yeah, Fadil's still worried about the woman. "Then, thank you." Fadil closed his door immediately before Rasya protested his request.

But, it turned out that Rasya was really worried about her. He insisted on calling the hotel doctor to check on him at 4. Rasya also entered his room with a tray containing lots of food. He also apologized because he was supposed to drive Fadil to his room, he drove Fadil to the dining room. Yes, his indiscretions were in his luck as well. Because he managed to thwart a suicide attempt.

Of course when the doctor examined Fadil's hand, there were no abnormalities there. His hand was back as it was. The doctor gave her a medicine that made her fresher this morning.

Geck! Geck! Geck!

The door to his room was knocked. Fadil knew it was Rasya because his eyes caught a wall clock showing eight o'clock, the time of his agreement yesterday to start the tour. Timely, Inner Fadil. He's done berberes fortunately. After making sure he was neat in front of the mirror, he walked out of his room. He finds Rasya in his servant's suit.

"W-are you ready?" said. Since yesterday he has been using the language that makes Fadil comfortable.

Fadil.

The tour began.

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Hotel Hastungkara consists of 200 floors. The tour relied heavily on elevators to move the floor. Although there are twenty lifts on the roof of the skyscraper, there are still times when people who use the elevator must take time to wear it and even crammed while in the elevator.

Given that the building is a monument as well as a hotel, almost the entire floor is a museum or rental room. Only the 190-200th floor is used as an employee office and a research place for BMKG and the Indonesian Astronomical Agency.

"S-it's lunch time" Rasya said while on the 120th floor of the rare animal museum. The last floor of their tour. Because the floor above it is only a rental room until the 189th floor.

"What?" ask Fadil who is less listening. He was too focused on looking at a species of frog that was unique in his eyes.

"It's time to eat. We're back in the dining room, hundredth floor."

Fadil.

They made it to the hundredth floor after waiting for the elevator for about ten minutes. Visitors today are very crowded. Almost every corner of the museum hallway is full of visitors. Some selfie near museum displays.

"D-Dil, I'm back at my place, huh?"

Fadil. "Aren't you hungry?"

"N-just wait. I'm not hungry yet."

Fadil. Understood.

That's how their relationship is. A little more familiar. Fadil feels like he has a new friend here. And so did Rasya.

Rasya turned around, walking back to the elevator. But, his feet tripped his own feet. Make him fall. Then, hurriedly got up while holding onto the trash can container nearby. Instead of standing, his feet slipped and the contents of the trash can scattered.

Fadil watched it with a smile. Shaking heads. He's really sloppy, he's batting. His feet approached Rasya, helping him stand up and putting the trash into place. "Pardon me for being troublesome."

Fadil just laughed.

Rasya returned the laughter crisply. He went and disappeared behind the elevator.

This is the second time Fadil has been to this place. Actually less suitable if called the dining room. Because the place is divided like a stall on the side of the road, there are traditional food stalls, foreign food, regional snacks, fruits, and various other foods. Visitors just take it as they please, all buffet. While in every corner of the floor there will be chairs and tables where to eat. So, visitors can eat while enjoying the beauty from a height of five hundred meters.

Fadil himself prefers the scenery that leads directly to the north. From the window, he could see the blue sea. Waves that roll and tinker. He seemed to be able to hear all that.

At the table he had chosen now left several dishes of food. He did not choose to leave his place immediately. Enjoying hot coffee during the day while enjoying the scenery far out there is more delicious for now. The tour was making him tired anyway.

Fadil got up from his seat with his coffee despite staying a little. "May I sit here?"

The woman looked slowly. Staring at Fadil. After finding out it was Fadil, the guy who helped her yesterday, she nodded.

"Thank you, about yesterday, yes," he said in a soft tone.

"No problem. What's the feeling, Mommy's better?"

The woman took a cup of tea, sipped it a little, then put it back. "I think so."

The awkward Fadil in his position now took a sip of his coffee in the last drop. He pretended to take it longer. To the extent that his coffee deposits he sipped until he choked.

"Are you okay?"

"Why did you want to kill yourself?" The question just came out of his half-coughing mouth.

But, the woman was not too surprised, she replied lightly, "I'm pregnant."

Fadil. Did yesterday's events get her pregnant? His face was red when he remembered it. Unfortunately, Fadil put the lips of his cup again into his mouth. I didn't do anything. Not at all. He convinced himself.

"The person I know at this hotel has been haunting me."

Fadil.

"Sadly he ran away yesterday. After finding out, I immediately returned to my room and immediately wanted to kill myself. That's why maybe I didn't lock my door.

"But yesterday you woke me up. If I die, he's the pleasure. Now I'm gonna demand a reply. It's good to play with me and not take responsibility."

Fadil did not know what to comment. The cup was still on her lips.

"Why are you, anyway?" The woman looked upset. He pulled the arm of Fadil who was holding the cup. Then, a smile was engraved on his face. He's laughing a little.

"Huh? Kanapa?" ask Fadil confused.

The woman pulled out a tissue from her small bag. "Lab your mouth with this, you son of a bitch."

Fadil realized the contents of his cup had been toilet. All of his deposits went into his mouth, some of them stuck to his lips. "This boy can still say to me, I've helped you know" Fadil said after cleaning his poop.

The woman still laughed a little. "Sorry, duh. You too, anyway."

Fadil laughed at last. She was glad that she could laugh. Her white and neat teeth made her smile very sweet. Fadil can't dodge, she's a beautiful woman.

"We'd better go back. It was quiet" said the woman. The hundredth floor was almost empty. Leave the officers and two customers in the north corner.

"Come, back Ma'am ..."

The farmer cut Fadil's words. "You know, I'm still 25. I don't think our ages are much different."

Fadil shakes his shoulder. "I call so does not mean you are old. I called so because we don't know."

"My name is Nina Sundari."

"Fadil Kurniawan."

They shake hands.

"Now there's no reason for you to call me Ma'am."

Fadil chuckles.

They left that place together.