Kosan Dwellers?
Joking with them
Although the costan Belimbing has many rooms, but I only know and close to eight people among them. I will show you one in each story.
Eight of them, one of them is Dede, my classmate who has only been in the boarding house for a few days. He got room number 8.
That afternoon I helped Dede several rooms. Later that night, I hung in her room to do chores together. Having a classmate in one room is so much fun. We can help each other in doing the tasks of the lecturer. Hehe.
"Eh, Vi, I've been here all night and can't sleep, huh?" ask Dede on the sidelines of duty.
"Huh anyway? Why the hell?" i wonder.
"Either, the innate pee kebelet continues."
"Most drink times?"
"No yaa. Strangely wanted to pee it was always early in the morning. At 1 to 3 it wants to go back and forth the bathroom continues."
I quietly listened.
"But strangely, if I bring tahajud, the desire to pee so lost . Who originally wanted to go to the toilet every few minutes, but if it's tahajud, I can sleep soundly until morning."
"Didn't you?"
"Thank you once. I tried that once. That night the pee continued, well I tahajudin deh tuh, eeeh kelar it peed."
I listen back to the mangosteen.
"That's the same tomorrow. The nights want to keep peeing. Intentionally, I did not know. Eeeeh peed it further until what time it was," Dede explained.
"Well. So that pee is actually a code so you know, is there really anyone ignorant?" manya curious.
"Lack of knowing too. But yes, take the positives. Think of it all so that I'm tahajud, right?"
I nodded in agreement.
Yes, whatever the reason, even if it is a demit job, what matters in the end is our own decision. And Dede decided to prefer tahajud prayer. And that's perfectly okay.
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PRAAAANG GLOMPRAAANG.
The voice from inside the warehouse located in the corner between room number 8 and 9 was heard. I'm in the room laughing. 'They' acted again apparently. It's 11 o'clock now. We boarding children have entered into each other's rooms. After previously I huddled in the room next to me, Ningsih's room.
I sent a message to Ningsih, room number 4, and Ana room number 9. Ana's room was completely next to the warehouse. The place where the host store tools carpentry, will for tools in case there is damage in our room. The good thing is there are fathers and mothers at boarding houses is, if there is anything, we just call them. And thank God they are all good. Especially during the month of Ramadan. Me and my friends do not have to worry about eating sahur. Because the hostess has provided food that we can buy for 5,000 rupiah first, 7,000 with sweet iced tea. Ah, anyway I feel at home once living in the boarding house Belimbing.
✉ 'Many oooy' I sent a message. Let's just say we were chatting on WhatsApp Group.
✉ 'Hahaha, yes again on the face' reply Ana.
✉ 'Where is Ana? The followings?' Ningsih responded by pinning emotes of laughter at the end of her message.
✉ 'Lack of work. Already know the night, even dangdutan', reply Ana.
✉ 'Hahaha.'
We laughed in our rooms, including me. Forgive me, even though afraid, but there are funny things. Being a boarding child must indeed be resistant to their interference. They're always there. And once I understood, there was one thing that made 'them' always want to exist. That's because 'they' don't like the place 'they' are littered.
Imagine, in the cost, not all residents are good or bad children. There must be some of them.
Let's just say all the residents are average students. Among them, 50% are good, and 50% are naughty. While their age is a time many are curious about this.
Yaaaa. That's what makes 'them' ignorant. 'They' are filthy creatures. But oddly enough, 'they' don't like it if 'they' place is littered. Yeah, I don't know.
Whatever it is, it's good that we respect each other. Don't bother each other.
But in my room, room number 3, there really was a waiter there. Maybe she. The black hooded creature that broke through the door yesterday.
As long as I stayed in room 3, I was just bullied through 'them' shit'. But he showed himself. That'sallthatis.
But I really did not expect that the creature waiting for room number 3 was also reluctant.
I tell all my stories in kosan using the flow back and forth beautiful yes friends. My brain only.
Ningsih, is the closest boarding friend to me. He knew all my weird stories while in kosan. But as prosperous as my room-waiting creature, he never managed to do more.
Once one night, as usual I was working on college assignments until midnight, suddenly a knocking sound rang from the ceiling.
DAG DAG GRADAAAG'S.
Whether it's a rat or something, I'm pretty immune. I took one of my smallest dolls. Then I threw the doll over and over again on the ceiling. Wanna war? Come 😆
Long ago I was annoyed and constantly disturbed.
Yes, his name is alive. We all have neighbors. Either visible, or not.
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This episode is quite this way first, friends. I still have another story. Not yet a story in the other kosan. During college, I moved 3 times. Not yet told about when I KKN, contracted at home that turned out ...
Not to mention the story about Fardan, my bandmate during his time in Bandung.
Anyway, keep my story going.
Everything is 100% my own story.
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My message in this episode is :
If you happen to be bullied by them, please feel your fear not to overdo it. Because the more you fear, the more they have the power to oppress you.
Oh yes, if there is any strange or confusing writing, please forgive 😁
You see, I immediately wrote the story in the MT column. Directly post, directly post. So yes, hopefully it can still be understood 😘
So many yaa. See you in the next episode 🤗
Warm regards, Oktabebee.
