Kosan Dwellers?

Being a Bored Child

Hey guys, welcome to my first post, yeah.

Introduce me OKTABEBEE 🤗

My first post on Mangatoon/Noveltoon was 100% REAL STORY. Everything I experienced myself as long as I was a boarding boy in college.

Happy reading 🤗

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This story happened a few years ago. When I held the status as a student at one of the Private Universities in West Java.

I am from A who studied in B.

If it's a public drive, it'll take about an hour for me to get to campus.

So it took me about two hours to enjoy the road every day to go and go home from college.

Tired of the road? Sure.

Imagining my tiredness that almost every day had to go back and forth campus-house, for that I decided to be a boarding child only. Can add new experiences and friends too, I thought.

Yes, from the first semester, from I was still a stinking college student, I was officially a boarding boy.

I, who was still a layman with the city of B, walked in search of boarding with my friend, Tini. We went around looking at one by one boarding house in a housing complex. And thank God, on that day we found a boarding house that was suitable for us.

Our cosy consists of two facing buildings.

A two-story building with 8 rooms. And the other building is only one floor consisting of only 3 rooms. There are 11 rooms in total.

Kosanku is in a housing complex which happens to be the building is at the far end. Restricted high walls next to which was an empty garden.

In front of my boarding house is also a boarding house. But I'd prefer the boarding house "CITRA" as my second home.

The building is still new with shades of ash and minimalist design, very beautiful.

I chose a room in a one-story building. My room's number 2. Room number 1, occupied by the woman I called "teteh", because she was quite distant with me_('Teteh' is a call in Sundanese which means 'Mbak'). She is a kindergarten teacher and married. Her name is Lisa tea.

Room No.3, inhabited by Tini, a friend who was looking for boarding with me. Kosan Citra is a female-only kosan.

And this is where it all started.

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I was the youngest child that when I was a kid, I could see some of them'.

One of them is a creature that said high-bodied, hairy, black, red-eyed, and creepy.

You guys must know who he is.

Yeah, correct. Genderuwo.

When I was a child, I was approached by .. I consider him a genderuwo child. Because he's small. He's really black-haired, gorilla-like. But his height was the same as mine who was six years old.

If it happens now, I'll answer YES. I must be very scared. I'm gonna shadow that black guy's face all month. Which would scare me even if I went to the toilet at night.

Wouldn't all of us who fall into the category of cowards be like that too? Any hear or watch horror stories, we would be afraid to go to the toilet alone at night?

Our brain will imagine: "There is a white-white in the corner of the toilet. There's black-black on the ceiling".

Aye right?

But when I was a child, the spooky incident I experienced was as usual.

I thought he was an ordinary man wearing a gorilla mask.

Little did I know that this world was also filled with creatures that could not be seen by ordinary eyes.

Funny right?

So that morning, I had not woken up yet when the chicken was already carefree, about six o'clock. 6 Hours ago, different from now. In the past, at 6 am it was still quite dark. I still enjoy the mattress, sleep inching because the cold morning still feels.

Until one finger touches my hair...

DUIL, DUIL.

That finger is pinning my head.

"Later, Sir. Still sleepy," I said as I continued to drown my face in the pillow.

I thought it was my father's hand. Because that's the way my father used it several times to wake me up.

DUIL, DUIL.

That finger touched my head again.

I'm uncomfortable. I turned my head towards the original touch.

And, yes, you can guess.

All I see is him. What I call the child genderuwo. He pranced with excitement as if he wanted to invite me to play. His hands and feet were dancing. His mouth was happy. He's funny, really.

But as funny as he was, I don't want to see him again. I don't miss you at all!

I jumped out of bed and went to find my father.

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The story above is just my story as a child.

I'm a little girl who somehow can see clearly some of 'them'.

People say, this is 'derivative'. Talent that was accidentally passed down by old parents, to his great-grandson.

Hows it?

Are you guys like me?