I Am Feeling Blue's

Many Mosquitoes

Braga had already laid himself on his soft bed. On a single foam mattress wrapped in white seprey Doraemon motif.

"Hey.he... Mama can do it. Buy seprey the motive is so very. Think I'm still a kind of kind of kid, TK?" thought the new Braga realized how cute the bed was.

A pair of pillows and bolsters were also wrapped in similar cloths, except for the pillows he brought from home. Different shades, brown LV motif, the favorite color of the mama.

It had been almost ten minutes he was lying down, his eyes had not been closed as well. The sound of mosquitoes pacing in his room room so noisy, enough to disturb his hearing.

"Yes, God. Why don't I bring in an anti-mosquito lotion. Mama also seemed to forget that one item," complained Braga. It has been checked repeatedly the contents, but he did not find the object in question.

One or two mosquitoes that have fat because of sucking blood, he managed to catch.

"If it's been this fat it could only be caught" grumbled. Many times the mosquitoes that have been caught are always me who is full suck the fresh blood.

"Pok.pok," the sound of a fairly loud clap of the hand made Braga repeatedly.

The dead mosquitoes, he gathered by his bedside. Dozens of mosquitoes that are no longer alive are always counted by Braga when there is an increase in the number.

He looked down, at the sight Fadlan was teaching. Sit cross-legged on a small carpet that stretches in the middle of the room. His voice was soft, maybe he did not want to interfere with the existence of others in the room.

He watched his friend for quite a while. Braga did not want to cut the chant of the holy Quran so melodious with questions. Braga persisted until Fadlan finished reciting the holy verse of the Quran and closed it with prayer.

"You haven't slept yet" asked Braga.

"I always saw before I went to bed. It's been a habit since childhood,"

"Many Mosquitoes, Fad. You brought lotion, didn't you?" ask Braga.

"No. Where do you think that's like that,"sof Fadlan. He returned his Qur'an to the bookshelf and immediately stepped towards the bed. He laid himself on the bottom of the mattress after removing the holster and folding it back neatly.

A clap by clap sounded from the direction above. Fadlan only held a smile at the behavior of his roommate.

"Based on the mother child, resisting mosquito attacks only brisiknya for mercy," grumbled Fadlan in the heart.

"Close your whole body with a blanket. Beres, right?" exclaim Fadlan gave advice.

"Where can I sleep in such conditions. Covering my body with a blanket I never, unless I'm not well," said Braga a little tight because he was worried that his voice was not heard by Fadlan who was below.

There is no truth, the atmosphere is so quiet. Braga suspected that his friend had fallen asleep by himself and did not hear what he said.

"Ah, fuck the kid. He slept once. The basis of ****," grumbled Braga because he had not finished thinking, suddenly heard the sound of people snoring.

"The mosquitoes are many plus the sound of snoring. Oh my God.complete is my suffering," grumbled Braga again.

Braga rekindled his HP which he had already turned off before laying down his body. After a while, he made a call. Long time no answer.

"Has she been sleeping, huh?" ask Braga lirih.

"Call who you are, it's such a shame. What time do you think it is? The man was asleep," said Fadlan, as he heard several calls from Braga's cell phone being ignored.

"I thought you were asleep, Fad," Braga did not answer Fadlan's question. Instead he was shocked, it turned out Fadlan could hear what he was doing.

"Although I was asleep, I could hear the needle falling on the floor. Somehow, that's the fact" Fadlan explained.

"Well, there are people who are like that. His eyes were closed but his ears could catch the sounds around him" Braga said.

"I used to sleep in the dark and without any noise,"

"Oh, sorry. I don't know if you can't sleep if there's a light beam,"

"What, in this situation. I can sleep by covering my head with a blanket. Never mine's. We should be able to socialize with the conditions around,"

"BTW who are you calling?" ask Fadlan curiously.

"Sella" said Braga briefly.

"That little girl in the opposite room?" ask Fadlan again.

"Udah Malem Bro. She must have slept,"

"Yet. He's still online. Just so hesitant, daring to refuse my phone call," Braga began to grumble.

"Are you used to calling her at this hour?"

"Yes, if there's a PR I like it on him. Usually it's quick to pick up if there's a call from me,"

"Maybe he won't bother his other friend,"

"I ask him he has no lotion, just in the read doang," exclaimed Braga increasingly upset.

"He can bales through messages, he doesn't have to pick up calls," he said again.

"Ha.ha..," came Fadlan's laughter.

Braga makes another call because he sees Sella still online. But the call was instead diverted by him.

Exasperated at the treatment of his Junior High friend, Braga got out of bed. He wants to go to Sella who has been so outrageous to him.

"Where are you? The gate is closed. You won't be able to get out nyamperin him. Unless you can jump into his room" Fadlan said.

"Well. How can I sleep like this,"

Braga opened the door. He wanted to ascertain what Fadlan had said. It turns out to be true. From a distance there is a large padlock hanging on the gate of the dormitory 3rd floor. The atmosphere was so quiet, not a single male room was open. So is the princess' room across the street.

Braga was finally only able to pacing on the front porch of his room with shaky steps.

"Ah, can stay up all night if this is the case," he said inwardly as he took a deep breath and let go forcefully.

Braga stopped his steps right in front of the room. He stood up, turning his stomach against the porch wall. She looked at Sella's room and her friends who were right across from her room.

"There's something odd, here. What appeared between the glass and the curtain?" ask Braga curious.

He sharpened his gaze so that he could see clearly what he saw. Since Sella's room and her comrades were without lighting, Braga had enough trouble recognizing her. But from the reflection of the headlights are quite bright, Braga seems to see the head that is puffed from the eyes upwards.

"Who's that. Was he purposely stalking or was there indeed an apparition?"

Thinking of that suddenly Braga became shuddery. There was a feeling of fear in him because the atmosphere was quiet, time had also crept closer to midnight.

Braga did not dare to linger standing there let alone a black object resembling hair with half a human head that did not shift a bit from its place.

Although the fur on his back began to stand, there was a sense of prestige that had crossed his head.

"What if it was the head of one of the occupants of that room. It could be - it could be a laughingstock if I ran off the ridge," thought Braga.

Finally by choosing to remain relaxed and calm, he pretended not to catch what he saw as something strange. His mouth was unceasingly istiqfar to dispel his fear.

After stretching his head and both hands, Braga turned his body. Open the door and enter the room immediately.

As soon as possible he locked the door and went up to his bed.

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