Mystery Hotel 27

My Mistake the Beginning of the Crash

Poverty makes everyone tired. Especially if in fact we should live a good life but many years enslaved by material limitations.

This is what causes Laras to want to live more comfortably now. He bought whatever he could never eat, wear, and feel.

He even joined a socialite gang in the city. Thanks to the large amount of money from the spirits collected every night.

Although it had been banned before but he did not seem to want to know anything that blocked his steps.

Tonight it turned Friday night all the way home I felt a cold air piercing into the skin.

Mas Bagas even anyone has forbidden me to go home at night because the hotel must have been filled by the spirits.

But tonight I was too absorbed in my friends and I also have to go home tonight because I want to take my hotel income every morning.

The closer to the hotel the colder the air makes my body goosebumps. But I chose to hold him. As a rupiah fighter I must be strong enough to resist all these temptations and trials.

At 11 past 13 minutes my car entered the hotel gate. There were many eyes on me with sharp eyes.

The spirit that came with a neat suit and beautiful groom seemed to be disturbed. They looked at me very scary.

I slowly got out of my car, and it felt like the cold air and the fragrance of the flowers began to sniff in my sense of smell.

I saw the figure of Mas Bagas who was on the terrace of our room was staring ahead. I tried to call out his name but he seemed to be unable to hear anything.

I slowly stepped my foot forward to get into the hotel.

The sharp gaze still locked onto my slow steps.

Just when I got to the hotel. The party that had been so crowded and full of services immediately stopped for a moment. There's no sound anymore. There were only my eyes and a quiet atmosphere.

The spirits do not accept my presence here. One by one they began to approach.

From the figure of a nurse, a woman in a wedding dress, a woman in a dress, to a little girl with a balloon in her left hand approaching me. Plus began to approach other spirits as well.

"Go ye... "

"Go... " She was hysterical.

I closed my eyes in panic, how not did the spirits start to look with their original form. I was confused how to just sit closed my eyes.

It was not felt because the spirit body was so cold, and the fearful and emotionally unstable mood made me unconscious.

I could only catch a glimpse of the figure of the man who was touching my body.

This Friday night passed very effectively. I would never dare to go home at night again.

The next day in the morning. Mas Bagas was already very neat and willing to leave.

"Where are you going? " I was curious.

"I'm going to see RT sir, baby. "

"Loh why? "

"We've been here a long time but never reported to him. "

"Ohiya Mas's. "

Mas Bagas then kissed my forehead and passed away. I forgot how I got to my room.

Not even washing my face even immediately remember to check the income of the hotel today. I rushed downstairs.

There is already Mr. Tati and Mr. Bhishma who are fighting each other. Bagas even stood between them.

I could see the angry look on Mr. Bisma and Mbak Tati just looked down.

"What's new in the morning is already a storm. "My husband's making small talk.

The three of them immediately turned towards me at the same time and Mbak Tati's reflexes lowered his head slowly.

"Look at Ma.. "

Mbak Tati stammered and could not continue his speech.

"Install the hotel today is empty ma'am. "

Reply Mr. Bisma took over.

"It seems like there are other creatures that enter the hotel at night so it causes the spirits to wrath "

Mr. Bhishma explains what is known by the appearance of his neck veins.

I understand very well the concern because there is no special money saved to pay the rent of hotel interest that three more days will be due. It should have been paid but I was wearing it for fun and treat my friends.

The real me who came home last night can only be sculpted because in a position like this I do not want to be blamed at all.

"What time are you home, baby? " Tanya Mas Bagas who made a sudden view of Mbak Tati and Mr. Bhishma pointed at me.

"Let's know I'm home before nightfall. "

"Where the hell. "

My words acted spoiled and patted Mas Bagas on the shoulder.

Mas Bagas only agreed because the reason he stayed at Grandpa Ruwo's house with Mbah Pardi learned soul meditation.

I tried to recognize the shocked expression on my face. Last night was a man who lifted my body and moved me to my room.

If it wasn't Mas Bagas then who? I also don't want to be blamed so I can only hold back.

Mr. Bisma and Mbak Tati still want to blame each other so I ask them to recapitulate the income today.

Because tomorrow is also there instead, but Mbak Tati's gaze was immediately sad and staring sad.

If the spirits are angry and leave without leaving a mark then it is likely that they will not all come here again in a long time.

The look in my eyes immediately met with Mas Bagas full of cues and anxiety.

Even so, Mas Bagas said to immediately go to the house of Mr. RT and will come to discuss it later.

I now sit three with Mbak Tati and Mas Bagas discussing this issue.

We have finally come to the conclusion of going to wait for the next three days. If the spirits do not come to the hotel then we will call smart people to invite them to come.

Even so it feels rather horrified if working like this, where the economy is under the control of the spirits. Obviously, we humans have a higher position.

Finished chatting with the two of them I just picked up a plate of fried rice and went to the room.

In the room I began to ponder and remember what had happened last night.

I was very sure if the figure was actually Mas Bagas but why did Mas Bagas say if he went to Grandpa Ruwo's house.

It also feels annoyed because the hotel's stifled income makes me have no money today to go for a splash.

I could only reply on the grub that I was sick and could not go to town to meet them.

One of my friends proposed to just sell this hotel and go back to town to open a new business.

It felt reasonable as well, my brain started to reactivate and found a glimmer of hope.

From the sale of the hotel later I can open a store or other business in the city. Moreover, Mas Bagas has business management experience even though it has never been successful anyway because of limited business capital.

Right now I'm turning on my laptop and opening a property buying and selling site and posting hotel ads.

How surprised I was when I saw a similar ad my hotel had been cut 2 weeks ago. But not the name of Mas Bagas there but Hartati.