Kosan Dwellers?

Fardan Kosan (Part 5)

I looked at my closet. Should I open it? But I doubt. The sound from the closet stopped. From the nights I've been shoveling that closet, horrified too, right? So I decided to go straight to sleep.

From the odd few days I had, I thought my room was the problem. I think the woman who sat yesterday in the armrest is the waiter. The question of friends about whether I was at home at the cost, I finally got the answer.

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The morning has come. The mentari of the eastern horizon has already revealed itself. I sat on my bed facing the closet. I have to open it. Maybe there was a big rat trapped there last night, right?

I slowly opened the closet, and I saw nothing there. I scrutinized my pile of clothes that wasn't much, nothing changed. Everyone is still in his position. So what were those cupboards last night?

My closet is a wooden closet where every bottom of the shelf is covered with newspaper. You can imagine it, right? Well at that time I was trying to find something from under that layer of newspaper. One by one from the shelf I looked. And you know what I found on the bottom shelf?

On the bottom shelf of the closet, with a layer of newsprint I found one fold of yellowed paper, SURAT.

I frantically took the letter that might have been old to the bed. Now I've been sitting on the bed holding the letter worried. I'm sure the letter belonged to the occupants of this room before.

I swallowed spit.

I opened the paper slowly.

📨 Dear Anton.

I know that a soul mate is God's destiny. Everything that happens in this world is God's way. But why didn't you just choose me to be your companion? Why did you choose that woman?

Haven't you and I been dating for a long time?

Tega you!!

I was sick when I found out that you decided on me for the woman you just met. What is our relationship you have been thinking about all this time?

But never mind, your marriage with her is only a few days away. Happy happy. Forget about me all you want. For I too will leave you and this world.

From me who loves you so much. Lala.

DEG!!

My heart is beating fast. What the hell does this mean? Did Lala end her life in this room? I looked at the letter again. The paper is yellowing, which means this letter has long been under the closet. Then why did I choose him to read his letter?

I saw the back of the letter. There is the name Anton complete with his home address, still in Bandung.

Soon I was preparing to go to campus to discuss the matter with my close friend who happened to be a Bandung native. I'm sure he must have known the area written in the letter.

- At the campus.

"Where's Her, you know that address, right?" I asked Heru while we were sitting in the campus garden.

When I just met him, I immediately told him all the strange events that I experienced in the boarding house until I finally found the letter. I believe the owner of Lala's name deliberately showed himself to me and directed me to a letter that he had not been able to send to the recipient, to ask me for help.

I don't know for sure what a request for help Lala really wants. But with the name of the recipient and his home address, at least I can try to send the letter to the recipient. Maybe Lala wants the contents of the letter to be conveyed to her lover.

"This area I know. It's just that for the exact address I don't know. But let's go look there," said Heru confirming my request to go to the address.

That afternoon also Heru and I immediately drove through the streets of Bandung to the address listed on the letter I brought with a motorcycle.

Heru motorbike stopped in front of the house which turned out to be quite large. Anton comes from a family of being apparently. Heru and I stood in front of her doubtfully.

"How's it?" My question is convincing.

"Come in! It's been a long time back here again?" Answer Heru sure.

"If the wrong address?"

"Yes, at least we tried. So that the mother who sits in your bed doesn't bother you anymore."

I nodded in agreement. With me trying, I've at least shown Lala that I intend to help her. For the end result, I don't know what it will be like.

I hesitated to walk into the house. Arriving at the door, I immediately pressed the bell button that was there.

TING TONG'S.

The bell rang in my ear. I look forward anxiously to the owner of the house to open the door. And before long, a 50-60 year old mother came to open the door.

"Excuse me, ma'am," I said kindly to him.

The mother nodded kindly and smiled. Looks like he's a good guy.

"Sorry Mom, is this really Anton's address?" Tanyaku later.

"really. Who are you guys?" Ask the mother is friendly while looking at you one-on-one.

"Hm, we're old friends, ma'am, just want to visit. You know, long time ago we didn't see Anton" I replied lying.

"Oh so, yeah. But Anton is not here, now he lives with his wife" the mother replied. "Let's go in first?"

"Hm, no need, ma'am. If possible, we'll just ask for Anton's current address, ma'am. Let us go straight there. I miss you, hehe," I said still lying. I want to quickly finish my strange task. I don't want to be disturbed by Lala for long.

"Oh yes I can."

The mother then mentioned Anton's address which we immediately wrote in the cell phone records.

"Oh yes, ma'am, if we may ask Anton's mobile number. So that later if Anton isn't home, we can call him."

"Can. Mom will take mom's phone first. I didn't memorize the number."

The mother went into the house to get her cell phone. Before long the mother came back by poking us Anton's number stored on her phone screen. I immediately stored the number in my phone.

"Alhamdulillah address and number already exists, please nohun pisan yes, ma'am. We were just saying goodbye," I said to him while regretting it.

"Kiss, Jang. Be careful!" The mother smiled kindly and let us go.

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- Hatur nuhun pisan \= Thank you very much

- Sami-sami, Jang \= Together, Son.