Kosan Dwellers?

They're Everywhere

As a college child, actually the routine every day is so-so. Like me for example.

That night as usual I was busy with my laptop doing chores. If the night as long as I have not slept, I always open the door and window of the room, let it be semriwing.

Ningsih was in her room too. But unlike me, he prefers to close the door and window if he is focused on doing the task.

Until the 10s, my room was still open. I'm still cool with the duties of the lecturer. While the other rooms are closed. Some of them may have been sleeping.

Until faintly, one scent caught my nose. Perfumed flower.

I'm curious. I left my laptop and walked around the room. I sniff around already like anything 😅

I'm looking for where the fragrant flowers come from. I keep ending. Near the window, the smell grew stronger.

I walked out of the room, the smell getting stronger.

HHMSS, HMSS.

Mr. Edo, my new hostess came sniffing because he saw me sniffing 😅

"What's wrong, Nok?" tanyakanya.

(NOK is a call for the same girls as, NDO, NENG, etc. Nok call widely used in Cirebon yes 😊)

"Look off the flowers, sir," I said.

Edi and I are close. He was older, older than my father. So the whole boarding child is considered like a child. Including me who often talked to him.

In this boarding house I and other friends are like family to the father and mother boarding. Like when I was in a motorcycle accident. My motorcycle was run over by another motorbike that was speeding in front of the campus. My body was slammed away. My head hit the hard asphalt. Thank God because I like to wear a helmet anywhere, no matter how close I go, so my head is still safe. Just feeling so dizzy.

Those of you who like to use motorcycles but do not like to wear helmets, insaplaaaah!! That's dangerous 😌

My leg sprained until I walked limp. Until boarding, I was greeted frantically by the hostess. A sign that he was worried. My dad hasn't come yet, I called him. But it took me about an hour for my father to arrive. And before my father arrived, I was taken care of by the hostess. He called a masseuse for me, and it turned out that he paid for it too, hehe. MashayAllah. Thanks mom. May it always be healthy 🤗

Back to the story of the smell of flowers.

Mr. kost sniffed again.

"Yes, yes" he said.

I'm nodding. Because it stinks so bad.

"Ooo, from the smelling of the children," the host diverted his answer.

In front there are still a lot of clothesline children who still hang. But I can tell which smells like clothes or other smells. And that night really did smell the flowers.

"What's the matter, sir?" my many.

"Yes. It's in there. Sleep on!" said again.

I comply. I entered the room and immediately I closed my window and door.

***

The next night, I had a rehearsal with my bandmates. Fardan, Yoga, Aji, and Heru were waiting for me at the gate.

Oh yes, the information for you, my cost is big and wide. The width of one kosanku is equal to the width of two kosan which is right in front of my kost. To the left of the boarding house there is an empty garden containing several sugarcane plants with high weeds. While in front of him was also an empty garden overgrown with several mango trees.

There were four of them, and the bike was four. Gasoline wastage 😌

But, I can choose whichever bike I want boncengi, wuehehe. Being a girl alone among four other guys is fun. I can be queen alone 😅

And tonight I'm going to be hugged by Yoga. We were getting our helmets ready by then, until ..

GRASAAAAAKK

I saw for myself, the mango tree closest to us the leaves move quickly even though there is no wind to shake it. I glare. The movement of the leaves uphill. It was as if something was perched there and then flew.

"Heh, what is it??" I pat Yoga's shoulder.

The mango garden in front is very dark at night because it is without lighting.

Hearing my question, Yoga grinned.

"Someone was flying" he answered.

As I said in the previous story, my friend Yoga can really see 'them'. And he said someone flew??

I don't know what it is myself. Because I only see the movement of the leaves.

"What's flying?" i wonder.

"Just leave it," he said.

Then we went to the music studio for rehearsals.

*

Music studio distance from kosanku about 20 minutes. An hour of training there for me and my friends.

After training, we sat in the studio yard. There were only six of us, one plus my girl friend.

We took pictures there using Fardan's pocket camera.

And you know what?

Fardan's camera captured many sightings there.

There was a huge amount of white smoke caught above us. To make matters worse, a captured tiger face was also facing us behind the gate of one of the houses located right next to the music studio.

Is that creature the house's guardian?

I'll put the photo file here.

Follows.

I'll find the file first. Still on my laptop 🙏

From that incident we finally have to accept that 'they' are everywhere.

Including beside you at this time.