Mystery of Room 13
Part 15: There's a Pocong!

"Aragh!" yells loudly. It was beautiful to look at me. Not only Beautiful, some friends who happened to one swift with me joined the crowd approaching me.

"What's up, Ma'am?"

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"That's it" I said, closing my eyes in fear that the ghost I feared the most was there long ago.

"That's what, Ma'am? Don't make us curious." Another girl tried to ask me.

"I-that, in the spinning a-there po-pocong building," I stammered. While my hand leads to the window where the pocong was standing firmly with a blackened face and cotton that clogs his nose. There was a red melt coming out from the corner of his eye. His black lips smiled smirkingly showing off his black and pointed teeth. From his mouth melted saliva but not saliva as clear as in general humans like us. The saliva is blackish color also mixed with red color.

"Where, Ma'am? There's nothing in there?"

Slowly I opened my eyes. With near-missing courage I set my eyes on the window where the monstrous creature appeared to me. The window that was once bright had become pitch-black. Nothing was visible there. At least I can breathe a sigh of relief because the ghost is gone.

"Where was the ghost? Why is it missing now? He was there, standing right there, Ndah."

"Calm down, Sister Hanna don't be afraid there's a beautiful here. It's beautiful to have promised to take care of Sister Hanna." Beautifully rubbing my back trying to calm my heart.

"Istigfar, Ma'am," he whispered softly because my hands and feet had not stopped trembling. How not, for a whole new life this time I saw a pocong in the real world. All this time only in movies or even in my spooky dreams.

"Astag." As soon as the words Istigfar were thrown out of my mouth, these feet and hands immediately stopped shaking.

"Ndah, let's go yuk! I'm afraid that the pocong is seen again."

"Yes, come on." Her hand gently held me to enter the production building.

But a few steps I left the crowd, I could hear the conversation of some people who had swarmed me.

"Do you believe there's not the same sighting that you saw?"

"Eitherway. Believe not believe. Yeah, we know it's creepy, but why is he the only one who saw it?"

"Perhaps what can see like that depends on the weight of sin."

"Yes? Time like that. Then who can see the right so much sin what little?"

"Okay, more is possible."

Their laughter resounded, scratching such a deep wound. I know they're just kidding but still they should be wiser at talking. I saw Beautiful's hands clenched tightly, surely he was offended by the clumsiness of people who thought the terrible incident was just a joke.

"Bak, my cup is hot. Want to hit those people," said Indah Lirih. I rubbed his shoulder gently.

"The quiet. Let people say anything. Just pray that they are kept away from such supernatural things." If it was Beautiful who hastily invited me in, now replace me who asked him to rush into the production building.

The sound of a sewing machine unites in the building like a song that shahdu. Because this voice will later lead each holder home to bring money to meet the needs of their family's life.

"Ribet really. It's just a little sloping not too obvious. Usually, Miss Wanti is okay, but why don't you?"

"Sir, this is the problem that the label position is very visible if it is not flat. The distance between left and right is also very different. It is better to be repaired from now on when it is finished all and our production is like this, all the work felt us this will be useless because it is definitely rejected by the boss."

"The child has just been songong" said the woman softly but still heard. It felt like returning his words but the call from a worker on the other line made me delay solving this problem.

"What's up, Ma'am?"

"Sir Hanna, Juniyati's words should not be taken away. He was indeed on that line of famous senior snobs. The old employees here."

I just smiled faintly in response to the Beautiful linemate. "If the senior should already know all the rules and standards that apply in this garment. Moreover, simple things like putting labels on products. Everything there are very detailed provisions and already listed in the SOP book."

"You know what else, Ma'am. Ma'am Wanti has given up on dealing with Juniyati."

"Bak Wanti's the usual QC of their line?"

"Yes, Mother. If part of the same shift they like their own sprains. Let alone QC, that supervisor was once rapped with him."

I frowned, how can an ordinary employee even dare to his boss. "Absolutely he who owned this factory until the supervisor was afraid of him?" I whispered to Beautiful. Beautifully shaking my head, this just makes me even more confused. Then what are the fears of those women who may be three heads old.

"He's his wife's head of security at the factory. There used to be a staff who arranged for the woman in public for some reason. The next day, the staff was beaten by an unknown person. People believe that it must be Juniyati's man."

Miris also heard stories of the arrogance of people who should maintain the safety of the factory actually spread terror.

"Just if the mistake is not fatal do not be reprimanded, Ma'am. If he's wrong, just ask Linda to fix it." Beautifully pointed to a girl who was resting on the floor and was cutting the remaining thread dangling from the clothes that had been sewn. I nodded slowly and returned to the table to continue my work again.

In the midst of the roar of a simple sewing machine, there were laughter and jokes that sounded thrown alternately to eliminate drowsiness that began to attack. Dangdut music that is deliberately installed to increase enthusiasm, it feels enough to help workers not get swept away in drowsiness. Every now and then it sounds all singing in unison even though the hands do not stop working. Without the bell a break sign rings. Everyone immediately turned off the engine and scattered out.

Sit cross-legged in the lobby of the building, each with its activities. Some eat while playing mobile. Some are sipping coffee and some choose to lay their bodies in any place. To the cafeteria is not possible other than the conditions are pitch dark, there is also no selling anything. They sell only in the morning and afternoon, meanwhile, I and Indah choose to eat cat rice that we buy in angkringan near the house of Indah before leaving for work. One pack of rice makes me full, especially I never eat dinner at this hour, at three in the morning. After eating, I saw almost everyone laying down and trying to sleep even for a moment to recover energy.

I was going to sleep when suddenly the urge to urinate woke me up and immediately ran to the bathroom. The bathroom here is a little dirty because the cleaning service workers are very limited, so sometimes cleaning it is careless.

The smell of tobacco came out as I opened the door of the room containing the four toilets. In one of the toilets there was smoke. I knew from the smell that someone was smoking there. I quickly threw away my wish. However, strange as soon as I came out, the smoke was gone and the bathroom door was also open. There's no sign of anyone here but me. There is an ambush fear but no, I should be able to fight this feeling.

I chant the prayer softly so as to slightly parse the fear that could whack. I stared at my reflection in the big mirror, my eyes were red and marsupial like a panda, maybe sleepy especially during my new life this time feeling work at night.

I washed my face with water, when it touched my skin it felt really cold. My smile grew, apparently my efforts to get back fresh succeeded.

My phone rang indicating a call was coming in. As soon as I took it out of my pants pocket, the ringing stopped even as my phone screen went off. Ah, I just remembered earlier, wasn't my phone dead, so it didn't feel like there was anyone who could reach me.

My eyes looked back at my reflection. Suddenly my face was silent. However, as soon as I stared at the figure more thoroughly he smiled the longer it got wider and creepy.

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