Mystery of Room 13
Part 49: Intan's Pain

Instead of answering my question, Wulan instead went out of the room with a sultry reason to buy a drink in front of the index. I felt like there was something Wulan was trying to hide, hopefully my guess was wrong. Wulan had no intention of taking revenge in the wrong way. I don't want Wulan to be like Gayatri who is mired in darkness blinded by vengeance.

Not long after, Wulan came with a bag of fried food and two packs of ice. "Nih, drink first let's not drag." The woman threw ice at me.

"Lan, you didn't answer my question just now, why?" I asked after sipping ice with java sugar as a sweetener.

"The question is why did I keep the box? I told him not to mess with us. There's nothing else."

"Hopefully you're honest, Lan."

Wulan looked at me sharply, "is it true that you have a desire to take revenge for Intan's treatment of me as well as my children is wrong, Han?" I could see that there were tears welling up in the corner of her eyes because we were only thirty inches away.

"Wrong. You may hate him, it is natural that he has taken away your happiness and that of your children. I was also very angry about his actions. However, you must remember, let the Power alone teach lessons to Intan, our task is to try to mengikhlaskan. Didn't you tell me yourself?" I rubbed the shoulders of the woman who was now weakly bowed. He even started to sob.

"I can accept that he took Mas Adnan away from me but at least let Mas Adnan stay a father to his children. You know, Han, my son came into the hospital last week because he missed his father so much."

"Have you contacted him?"

"All my access to contact him seemed to be blocked by him. That day I told him about the beard, he knew why my son got sick. He should have been able to tell Mas Adnan or even he deliberately hid the news. My heart aches, Han, when I remember my weakly drooping child helpless, the fever is very high, and always delirious in calling his father's name. However, his father seemed to have no pity in the slightest."

I hugged her body that was shaken by the heart-wrenching cry. I want to reveal a reality that I know. When Wulan's son lay sick, at the same time Intan returned to his village to hold an engagement with Adnan in luxury. No, now is not a good time to reveal everything. I don't want to sow salt on Wulan's wounds.

The woman who had looked strong as if she could overcome all her problems by laughing now seemed so fragile. Her tears are non-stop coming out. A betrayal must have left a deep wound for his victim.

"Lan, you must be strong to face all of this! You still have a lot of people who love you."

The necessity that enveloped my usually creepy index room made this room warmer than usual. I let Wulan sleep after the many tears she shed. I shuffled out of the room and headed to Wulan's room to clean up the room that was ravaged by Intan.

On the second floor I met Bu Wati, she was sweeping. Incidentally, I was still curious about the ritual he did in my room, last Friday night.

"Assalamualaikum, ma'am," I said. The middle-aged woman looked surprised at my arrival.

"Waalaikumsalam, Ms. Hanna." Ms. Wati seemed to avoid eye contact with me.

"Mom, can Hanna ask no?"

"Well, ask me what?" Now Bu Wati's gaze was straight on the floor.

"Mom, last Friday night what was Miss Wati doing in my room? Why are there cantile flowers on red soil?"

"A-anu, Ma'am. I-that was yesterday I was told by the owner of the index to perform the ritual of expulsion of ghosts, Ma'am. Because lately since Sister Hanna lived in your friend's house, there have been many mystical events in the room. Several times the sound of women crying even saw a woman sitting on the porch holding her head."

"But by slaughtering cemani chickens and spreading flowers like that does not invite invisible nations to come more, Ma'am, not expel him?"

"I just follow the orders of the owner of the index. He paid me, Ma'am. Yes, I'd like to continue to take a few rooms."

Without saying any more, the woman took her broom and entered the room. Bu Wati closed the door a little hard to make a thumping sound. I was fixated on looking at the actions of Bu Wati who seemed to dislike my question. I took a deep breath while thinking where my mistake lay. Wasn't it natural to question all this let alone the mystical thing that was done inside the room I had rented.

When I was busy sewing the slashed pillow, the phone rang indicating someone was calling me. I saw my phone screen light up. Who's this to a number I don't know called me. Between fear and curiosity, I picked up the call.

"Assalamualaikum," I said slowly.

"It's Hanna huh?"

"Yes, I'm Hanna. Who are you and what do you need because I don't feel like I know this number?"

"I'm Adnan. You remember me, right?"

The adnan? Wasn't he the man who caused Intan and Wulan's friendship to break down. What does the man want to call.

"Yes, what's wrong?"

"Please tell Wulan not to torture this cruel Intan. I know the mistakes we made do not deserve forgiveness but also not in a cheating way like this is your way of revenge. Don't use the mouth."

"Who sent a call or what? Me and Wulan are here..." My brain again thought something was wrong here.

"Are you with Intan?"

"Of course, he's in a lot of pain"

I changed the settings from what was once a voice call to a video call. I could see the man's face, the man I met a few days ago doing indecent acts with Intan. He is beautiful but in my eyes he is like an animal.

"We saw for ourselves, how Intan is now. He was shaking in pain. I had to stuff his mouth with a towel so he wouldn't scream. Look, I tied his hands because he was trying to scratch his face and blistering body. If you don't feel sorry for him, please feel sorry for the child in the womb."

There was a sense of pity when I saw Intan who was in such pain. Its smooth body also looks decorated by festering ulcers. "But, I did not send anything to Intan. I don't even know how to."

"Then why does Intan always call this you guys?"

I was surprised how when Intan was in pain, his mouth was still used to slander me and Wulan did such a terrible thing. I was cleaning the room while Wulan was sleeping, how could it be... Wait a minute, did Wulan say that if the powder box is burned then the wearer will burn too, lest Wulan--not

With the call position still connected, I ran to my room. I wish my fear hadn't happened. Several times I almost slipped because I did not pay attention to the road. Arriving in front of my room and with a gasp of breath, I pushed open the door. My eyes opened to see what Wulan was doing.

"Wulans! Stop that!" I shouted while clasping his hand.

Wulan who had laughed while opening the powder box, turned glaring at me. I could see his red face and his bleached eyeballs. Why is Wulan like someone who is possessed?

"Don't interfere! Go you!"

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