THE MENTARI FOR ESTUARY SEASON 2

CHAPTER 35, POST TRAGEDY (MYSTERY OF THE CURSED BUILDING)

- Pov Hanum

Every job must have risks and dangers that must be faced, even for the lightest and most relaxed work. I myself understand very well about the risks and all the dangers, moreover, I myself have just experienced them.

As told before, I was an announcer/radio announcer, on one of the city's radios. I hold several programs, including the Confirm Zone (every week's night), and what I recently ran is one of the horror programs owned by the radio that has just “comeback” titled “The Gost Hunter”.

At first everything went ordinary – even very ordinary, even to the point that it was unimaginable to me, how terrible the genre of programs I brought it.

Three days ago was my schedule for recording, because my special broadcast method of the program was a week of life, a week of recording. At first everything went as usual ; in the studio, I met Kak Samuel or who was accosted with Kak Sammy – the special operator of the night program. There was just something unusual about the oriental-faced guy's welcome when I came, but I didn't care about it, because I thought he wanted to prank me.

The recording process goes as usual, I read out the – story which is usually based on true story from the listener, according to the program flow. But in the middle of the program, everything went awry, because in the middle of the story reading, the electricity suddenly went out. Trying to stay calm and think positively, I immediately got up from the chair, and decided to leave the room, looking for Sammy or the others to talk to, then go in and get on with everything after the power starts. And what I just realized was that it was an awkward thing was, the studio door was suddenly locked. Yeah, I'm stuck in it. Still trying to think positively, I tried to call the operator who accompanied me on duty that night.

“Sammy's sister, sis..” is silent, no answer. And for God's sake, my mind at that time was one of those waiting for me on duty today – either Brother Sammy, or even Mas Muara was fad and pranking me.

“Yes ALLAH, Brother Sammy, Mas Ra, Ganesha, open the door!” I cried desperately in front of the door that remained locked. GOD, only then did I realize everything, that this was not a prank. And the only thing that can make me auto angry at that very moment is, my phone is running out of battery. Ah, I completely forgot to charge it earlier, before leaving.

“You, don't make me angry..” I don't know when and where it came from, suddenly I heard the sound of – looks like a woman, behind me.

“Hah? Holy hooch! This what else?” I'm getting less and less. And for whatever sake, even though I can't see, I can actually feel that the – girl who looks like a ghost is approaching me. I frantically tried my last attempt by once again moving the door handle, trying to open it. And succeed! Yes, I managed to open the door. Relieved, I walked out of the dark studio, slowly looking for the stairs. But I felt something following me from behind, complete with its creepy laughter. And without a second thought I ran, and I did not realize at all that in front of me it was a ladder, and I continued to run, until I fell down on the eighth step, down to the bottom. Clash after impact is inevitable, until finally, silence and darkness later.

***

the Pov Author

A girl walked into her room accompanied by several people who still looked worried.

“Guys, mbok uwes, don't be kept under control. Wong I don't popo..” said Hanum.

“You just came home from the hospital deck, yes we are worried lah,” said Riana.

“Mbak, I put the bag next to the mattress,” said Vishnu while guiding Hanum's hand to the table where the bag is located.

“Thanks, New. BTW, where is Ganesh?”

“Later he followed with Mas Ra. They are still meeting like..” replied Vishnu.

“Yes already if so, already yes guys, I did not know the stuff first, thank you very much, it has been maintained until this whole. Elo also Yan, even though you don't know anything right?” hanum said sincerely as he opened his bag, took out the contents one by one, and then returned to his closet.

“BTW sorry yes deck, as long as you are treated it is mbak who back and forth to get your clothes, so mbak know the contents of your closet, sorry yes,” said Riana was not tasty.

“Casual mbak, there are no secret objects really here, so, everything is safe under control,” joked Hanum. Riana laughed.

“Yes already, you just rest this, mbak same others want to come out first... Don't you think we stay?” ask Riana.

“No papa mbak, I want to spend...”.

“No need, Ri, I'll handle it later. This is his Innate already want to hold the computer only, just healed too!” nagel Dian.

“Iya deh, yaaa, not computer first. Backup while ya Yan, most tomorrow I'm normal again really..”.

“In case of belom, do not be forced, let alone yak!” nagging Dian again.

“Adaaah is really a boy. Yowes iyo-iyo, no break!” hanum Sudang. Dian laughed, feeling victorious. After swiping Hanum's cheeks for a while, he immediately joined Vishnu and Riana who were already outside first.

“Yoopo iki?” tanya Dian while taking a place on the sofa, next to Vishnu, and,

“Do not know, I am still in shock mbak..” replied Vishnu.

“I ya shock this, again nice to go home briefly to Solo, mbok phone while panicking, pake say Hanum is in the hospital all. Stamp no matter the prank..”.

“Yeah 'mbak mbak, I was it in the afternoon, pegs Mbak Hanumnya already in the hospital, I was also confused tau..”.

“I'm already ngabarin, but no answers.” Riana answered irritatedly.

“Buset, very bad!” comment Dian. Riana just shrugged her shoulders. Shortly after, in the middle of the half-gibah discussion they were doing, there appeared two v*eh, two figures who had been waiting for his arrival by their respective queen. Yeah, who else if not Muara and Ganesh?

“For so long chicken piggy bank, where was it, hayo?” riana's nagging, as soon as the two put their faces in front of the penghulu, uh, the door.

“Neither from dear, look at this!” muara shouted while waving a plastic bag in her hand.

“Aaa, pentol and grilled sausage? Here, no tata-e ndek plate sek!” riana exclaimed excitedly, while taking the plastic bag from the hands of Muara – which can only be grinned. Hadeeeh, you little girl, has changed her mood. It was ready to go, now back again to be a sweet kitten (not using the group, yes), and obedient.

“You bought all this much Ra, want to practice as-RT po?” riana asked while arranging all the good food on the plate.

“Halah sak akeh-akeh-e, ngko lak bablas moro-moro entek,” said Muara.

“Ho-oh yo, crew of deweki do kabeh champion nek about handing... Yes I did not wake up Hanum first, he must love all this,” said Riana. The estuary just nodded.

“Han, snacking sek yuk, tuh, Mas Ra same Ganesh bring pentol same grilled sausage.” said Riana while shaking Hanum's body slowly.

“Woah... Suitable nek no, ayok, sek do not wash your face.” he said while rushing to the bathroom.

“Slow deck, you mah, just healed also already bar-bar aja,” protest Riana. Hanum just grinned.

***

While enjoying the pentol and grilled sausage that Muara and Ganesh brought (and equipped with sweet iced tea made by Riana), they resumed the discussion, and the theme is not far away; it is still about Hanum, Hanum, radio, and the background behind it all.

“So how, guys, do we need to investigate?” ask Riana at last.

“Yoopo investigation?” The estuary does not understand.

“Yes about the radio studio building, lah, cook anyway you are not curious, do not want to know what is really there..” Riana made her point clear.

“Ya peg, anyway, but if done in the near future from now it seems impossible, mbak, the problem is, is Mbak Hanum still in the process of recovery, later if everything is stable...” says Ganesh.

“Iya, mbak, I agree with Ganesh, because if now, Mba Hanum her also must still be traumatized.” said Vishnu.

“That's also what I think, indeed we have to devise a strategy anyway for this all..” said Riana.

“What strategy?” Curious estuary.

“Yes strategy, how do we do this investigation, but without arousing the slightest suspicion. The problem is, I feel there is something strange with my friend that one, deh,” said Riana again. His voice now sounded slower, as if afraid when the universe knew about all this.

“Who? Yura?” dor's! Question Muara right on target.

“Iya... Yura is actually a good son of Ra, very good. But he is ambitious, and his people tend to justify any means to achieve his goals. And I think there's something wrong here, with all this happening, and other weird things that happen in the studio.”.

“But Mbak Yura at that time was very sad like the beginning of the incident, can not be sure the same analysis mbak? Not wrong to suspect Mbak Yura?” Ganesh wonder.

“Ngak know too anyway, maybe the effect of mind writhing also times, so ngaco like this my analyst.” Answer Riana.

“Yes already, if so let's think later, there is still a lot of time... We let everything go normally first, before we move again to make further investigations,” Muara proposed. Everyone nodded in agreement.

“Tells said Mas Ra, instead of thinking about the situation, mending us a snack party just now, just a moment my order came, tuh,” said Hanum, while putting his phone back in his pocket. And sure enough, from a distance, there appeared a man with an iconic jacket that became his trademark, came knocking on the gate, complete with a big box in his hand. Buset, on mukbang's wish, guys!

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Halleoo... Yes ALLAH long time this novel does not stay, even though there are already many chapters that are so, but because it is too busy I forgot to come here wkwkwk. Still loyal to this story? Relax after the horror part is less than 2 parts again I will post normally, because the horror chapter has finished 🤗