Kosan Dwellers?

First Day in New Kosan

"A, if the angkot rental to transport the sonorous goods where is it?"

That afternoon I called Fardan, a member of my old college band. In college I had a band to just channel hobbies instead of singing in the bathroom, right? And actually it SHOULD NOT be yes friends! We are forbidden to linger in the bathroom, especially to hold a single concert for hours.

All five of us, Fardan, Yoga, Aji, Heru and me, women themselves. I was the youngest there at the time. To them, I am like a sister. They often stop by the boarding house to find inspiration to make a song or just play.

Oh yeah, I call them all "Aa/A", which means brother.

"What's the rent for angkot, Vi?" Fardan across the street asked.

"Happy transfer cost."

Although the cost that I rent is only a patch of rooms whose size may be only 3x3 meters, but my items in it are quite a lot. Especially dolls. My bed is full of them big and small. So I decided to hire an angkot just so that one way, be done.

"Moving kosan? There's no news anyway. What to use all public transportation? There will be us - we" he answered.

"You??"

"Please. A Fardan calls the kids to get together at the boarding house."

A Fardan is our big brother in the band. That afternoon, the four of them docked to the boarding house on the instructions of the dedengkot. They each carry a motor. But when transporting goods, Yoga coincides with Heru.

One by one the items in my room they transport to my new boarding house which is quite a distance if the walk is ✌

And there is their behavior that makes me laugh. My college bags, from the tote to the sash, were worn by them. Repot once they stack my stuff on the bike. With them several times back and forth between the transport and goods, my boarding room was finally empty as well. Thank you guys. They've been really acting like big brother to me 🙏 And I'm lucky.

I looked at my room, and all the corners. There is sadness that I feel. Kosan Citra was the first place I tried to be an overseas child, without my father and mother. Where I shoot solid good friends. Yeah, good luck.

***

I arrived at my new boarding house, kosan Belimbing his name. Tired of many rooms. There were about a dozen nearly twenty rooms divided into two aisles inside. And this is the most convenient expense for me. Because the hostess and her family also live there. In addition, the hostess also opened a canteen. Heavy to light meals, and various ice drinks are sold. Anyway I feel at home. Anytime you want to eat, just order, the food will be delivered to our respective rooms.

The design of the caravan is quite unique. He had a gate that was about 2 meters high. After the gate, there is a motor park that can accommodate about a tenth of motor. To his right is a boarding house with a two-story building. Well, in front of the parking lot this is the boarding room. From the parking lot to the boarding rooms, there is one more gate, which is closed every night so that the security of our boarding so double. From the parking lot to the boarding room, there is a downhill ladder that only contains 3 stairs. Yes, about one meter, our cost of land is made lower than the parking lot which is the same height as the road. That makes our boarding room so cool nyesss because the floor is closer to the lower layers of the earth.

At Belimbing boarding house, I live in the first hallway which contains about two dozen rooms that are located facing each other. I live in room 3. My village friend, Ningsih by name, lives in my left room, room number 4.

While the other hallway, which is only separated by the room wall, I do not know how many rooms actually. I never went in there even once.

The first day I moved there, which was at noon around one o'clock. Coincidentally the boarding house is quiet, because the other children must still be busy in their respective campuses. I'm cleaning up my stuff with one of my friends. Tired, my friend went out to eat. Until I was alone in the room.

My room is pretty neat. Next I need to nail the wall to hang my mirror.

DOCK

I started to nail the wall slowly.

DOCK

I nailed again.

However,

"Dok Doc."

DOCK

I continue my work.

And,

"Dok Doc."

From the hallway next door it sounded again.

I'm quiet again. What's that sound? Why does his voice follow my hammer?

But yeah, maybe it's just a reflection of my hammer.

***

I've been living in Belimbing boarding house. I really feel right there. I feel safe, because besides there are friends who come from the same city as me, there are also mothers and fathers who are always there 24 hours.

There I had close friends, Ningsih and Nita. Our room is lined up. I'm number 3, Ningsih number 4, and Nita number 5. Of the three, we made Ningsih's room our joint dining and gibbah headquarters. Like that night. We talked to each other, until we knew what at first, we talked about the sound of the hammer knock when I first moved here.

"Eh Ning, the sound in this room echoed so huh?" i wonder.

I asked what happened a month ago to Ningsih and Nita maybe they knew, because they knew the cost first.

"Where's the echo?" tanyakanya. Eeh he was confused.

"I was nailing the wall at the time, not to mention from the next hallway that sounded like a hammer knocking again."

"Eh seriously?" Nita chiming. I'm nodding.

"Well that meant I didn't hear you wrong that night?" nita said again.

"Sound what?"

"From your room is Ning," said Nita.

"What?" Ningsih.

"Yesterday that night we watched TV. I'm going to the toilet to poop. Well fit cebok, the sound of water is pyur pyur so yes. Well, from the hallway next door it reads also know. Pyur pyur so is."

Me and Ningsih were listening. Yes, last night we did gather in Ningsih's room to watch television. And at that time Nita went into the toilet of Ningsih's room to defecate. Our toilets are in our rooms. And in the bathroom Ningsihlah Nita heard that echoing voice.

After asking the others, the back wall of our room was empty. Just a floor for a boarding boy passing by. Not the room is like our shadow. We thought, behind the walls of our room this was another room in the next hallway. But it's not.

Then the sound is similar to the knock of my hammer, and also similar to the sound of water splashing when nita cebok what sound?

Nita scared. That night the three of us decided to sleep in Ningsih's room.