Kosan Dwellers?
The Reflection of the Mirror
Tonight we had dinner together in Lisa's tea room. As I said before, Lisa's tea room was spacious enough to accommodate us even ten.
When we ate together, many things we did, starting from commenting on each other it was about the soap opera we were watching, or even the mass gibbah. Tell a long story about college, until the matter of romance.
But tonight we talked about the unusual, we talked about the next cosan. Call it kosan Melati 1. I call 1, because kosan Melati has one more branch, which is kosan Melati 2 which is a bit far from our boarding. If you ride the bike, it takes about 5 minutes to get there. I also have a story about the cost of Melati 2. I will tell you about it in another episode.
Kosan Melati 1, is in the front row of our boarding house. The building is not as neat as our boarding building. Kosan Melati does not have parking. If we bring a motorbike, then at night we keep it in front of each room. Very tight, blocking people passing by. At first glance, it will feel stuffy living there. It is very different from our kosan which has a large land. That's enough for us to play running around, if you want. Or if all of our boarding residents want happy gymnastics, the clothesline or front parking will be quite enough. But luckily, Melati's dorm room was always full. Same with our cost.
He said, Melati's landlord's mother is good. He likes to bring food to share with the children who live in his boarding house. And I thought it was so fun. Different from our hostess, hehe. He never did what Melati's mother did. Yes, maybe that is an important point for the residents of the boarding house Melati.
Maybe here there are those who have a boarding business as well, which is fine sir, Mom, same kosan kids you guys. Hehe ✌
But if the boarding children start doing strange things, do not hesitate also to expel them 😁✌
Okay, back to the discussion.
The thing that we talked about that night was about the rumors that were circulating in the boarding house Melati, namely TUYUL.
One night, boarding boy Melati Geger. Each other shouted and scattered out kosan. We, as neighbors, came out and approached them to find out what caused them to splash out at night.
Usut had a mouthwash, he said one of them saw Tuyul. I don't even know what Tuyul looks like. And I hope I never see it. Enough I know he's from the movies I've seen. "Tuyul and Mbak Yul???"
Yes, the important thing is there tuyulnya 😁
Tomorrow, the rumor spreads. Because it turns out that almost all residents of boarding Melati visited by the Tuyul one by one. The boarding mother Melati finally called a smart man. And after being investigated, he said the tuyul was deliberately sent by someone to make boarding residents not feel at home and eventually leave the boarding Melati.
"Well, then it's business, Tea?" one of us commented.
We nodded in agreement. From our chat that night, we concluded that there were so many people out there who were so shrewd about the success of others that he used all means to destroy it.
May we be kept away from such qualities.
Aamiins.
***
After eating, we went back to our rooms. But we didn't sleep. Because time still shows at 8 p.m. We sat in front of my room again. Back to ria, hehe.
As I was busy, I was distracted by an unusual sight.
The wall below the wet staircase was hit by the drizzle of maghrib earlier, forming an image. It's facing my room.
Can you guess what picture?
"Yan, is that how creepy the picture is?" I showed the wall from a distance to Yani.
Yani. From the look on his face, I believe he agreed that the wall had formed an unusual image.
"Woooh, that's how you feel" Yani calmed down.
"I'm scared" I said again.
"Not seen!"
"But it looks."
Hearing me continue to protest, Yani instead rushed to the bathroom and returned with a bucket of water. And,
BYURRRRR
The wall was watered.
"It's invisible, isn't it?" he said after successfully wetting almost the entire surface of the wall.
I want to laugh. That brave boy 😆 But yes, thanks to him the picture was already lost erased by the water splash.
The wet wall drizzled, forming a large image of the face and eyes with the hair down.
Why could that be?
I don't know either.
***
"Astaghfirullah, Astaghfirullah."
Tini, occupant of room number 3, which is located right next to my room, dropped the pocket mirror he was wearing. His hand gripped my hand hard. His eyes were closed, he was terrified.
"Heh what's up?"
He shook his head with his eyes closed. That night he did not want to tell me anything about what made him so shocked that his reflexes were.
The next morning, I asked Tini again about what happened last night.
"Every night in the mirror there are people!!" the answer.
... (i'm silent)
"Night I dare not say, fear. He was behind me in the mirror" Tini said.
"What people?"
"Female. His face is pale."
I'm silent.
Of all the strange things that have natural boarding friends, such as hearing the sound of crying, I who dream of being visited by a female creature, the wall that forms a painting of a woman's face, and others around her, he said, so I was thinking, could it be that this cosan resident is indeed a 'woman'?
