Mystery of Room 13
Section 63: Guests Not Invited

The face behind the window continued to grin broadly, showing off his pointy, black teeth. His slightly blackish green saliva melted everywhere. The blood that filled his face dripped onto the floor. The door, which had been tightly closed, was now slowly opening. Such a creepy face was peering out. He's the head ghost, the occupant of my room.

"Why stay outside? Quick in!" he said with a hoarse voice then followed by a shrill laugh.

"D-no!" I immediately decided to run away from the room. The laughter continued to resound even as I was already ascending to the third floor.

"Lan! Open door!" I said, knocking on the door hard.

"L-yes, hold!" wulan from within. When the door opened, I rushed in and almost forgot to say hello, then quickly locked the door.

I sat down behind the door with a breath. Seeing me like this, Wulan thrust out a glass of mineral water. Without further ado I chugged down to the toilet, not a drop of anything left.

"What's wrong with you, Han? Seems like this fear and fear."

"A-anu, that ghost head is in my room."

"Isn't he there and he lives there? You've seen him so many times, why fear like you just met for the first time?" Wulan chuckles.

"You'll meet the first million times even the one whose name is afraid, still afraid, Lan. Gini, you're me. Everywhere terrorized the same ghosts."

"Religion. I felt possessed yesterday was very afraid especially you who almost every time interacting with them. Could die young me."

"Hish, don't just talk. You know, I went into the room, somebody slept in the bed. I thought it was you, Lan. That's why I take a shower and clean up. Eh don't know the ghost of that stump head. Where is serem real."

"Luckily, I just finished Isya I went upstairs because the air in your room suddenly creeps."

I don't know sometimes I get confused, when Wulan was possessed yesterday the head ghost helped me. But tonight he showed up horribly. Ah, I better not trust their nation. There are not many lies that they do.

"Lan, in the factory I had a strange mystical experience." Wulan who was looking at the phone screen, raised her head towards me who was standing peeking outside from behind the window.

"What mystical events? Just be curious."

I recounted my mystical experiences in the factory, including the state of Intan who made, forced to dance in a state full of wounds and if not reluctant to some people whip him.

"Geez, it's terrible, Han. Is that really what happens when we ally ourselves with their people?"

"It's possible, Lan. Therefore, no matter how angry we are, do not fall asleep with their persuasion."

The woman's eyes condensed. "I once intended to take revenge on Intan, Han. After knowing he had betrayed me so knowing I could torture him with the powder box, my heart was reluctant to release the box. Every time he saw the box, there was a huge anger that seemed to be about to explode and the desire to avenge was so strong. However, after the tragedy that could have taken my life yesterday, I realized I shouldn't have kept the cursed box. We'll throw it away, Han."

"I gave the box to the owner, Lan. I don't want to deal with that damned box. I almost panicked when you were covered in wounds yesterday."

"The owner of the powder? Who do you mean?"

"Intan, I gave it to Intan through Adnan. Let him alone endure his deeds. However, if what I saw yesterday was true, she was punished as severely as it was heartless, let alone she was pregnant young."

"I feel sorry for him too, Han. No matter how bad our relationship is now, we used to be good friends. After all this is not entirely his fault, Adnan also took part in this problem. He left great hopes in the heart of a teenager who was looking for his identity. The girl who willingly gives her crown in the name of proof of love. I didn't expect a husband to be that old."

"Where do you know it all came from, Lan?" I was surprised by his words. The woman showed me the diary I had read earlier this afternoon, I did not keep it anymore just put it carelessly on top of the closet. I didn't expect Wulan to find him.

"I've been anywhere all this time? Why don't you know my best friend keeps things this big?" Her tears are shed. "He must have been very hurt because in his long wait had to end when he knew Mas Adnan already had children and a wife. If I had known from the beginning, Han. I would be a honey sister to him. I will ask Mas Adnan to take responsibility for his every action. Even so my heart will be hurt, it's fine. It just takes time to accept reality."

Those beautiful eyes seemed to condense, her tears coming down her scarred cheeks.

"Lan, yes, don't cry anymore. Later you will get hurt, lo" I said while wiping her tears with a tissue.

"I feel sorry for you, Han. Just because of his past love, he dared to take a big risk that would probably sacrifice himself by allying with the demons. Han, if what you see is true, Intan, what does it mean that Intan is gone?" Wulan back sobbing.

It is true, too, said Wulan. If I see Intan in the village invisible and already a slave of the dancer. It could be that Intan has met his end but why is there no news of any kind.

"Come, Lan. We can only hope that what I see is not Intan but someone else. Do I need to call his cell phone or Adnan's cell phone so we know for sure what's going on?"

Wulan seemed to be knitting her brows and frowning. "Contact Adnan? Do you know her cell phone number?"

"I know the number..." I haven't been able to continue my words, Wulan has cut and interrupted my words.

"Where do you know the number? Is he teasing you, too, Han?"

I quickly shook my head. "No, I just had his phone number last night. He's mad at us for thinking we're the ones who sent Intan until he was in pain."

"I knowingly did torture Intan all night, Han. But only a moment later did I realize that what I was doing was wrong, so I stopped. That's when someone came to take my hand and take me to a very dark place. If anything happens to Intan, I will never stop blaming myself, Han. Let him hurt me but I can't hurt him."

"Here you go, don't blame yourself. It's not your fault, Lan. It is only natural that you are angry and hate them. The important thing is that now you learn to forgive them, about their punishment let it be the creator's business. Tomorrow I'll try to find out about Intan's situation. Have you eaten yet?"

"I'm full, Lan. It was during the break that I ate a lot of it and since I had passed out, Ridwan bought me a lot of food." I showed you my bag full of bread.

"Guide me eat yes, Han. I beg you." I accepted the request of the woman who kept her eyes open to seduce me.

"But if my stomach hurts, you have to take responsibility, Lan."

The sound of laughter is now slowly becoming silent because we both enjoy rice fields with side dishes cut rendang meat, a food that is said to be the best food in the world. Seeing me greedy to eat by hand, here people call it grandiose or eat using hands without a spoon.

"Han, you make drooling tau. I'd like to eat like that too but look at my condition, I'm holding a spoon is hard."

I smiled bitterly at Wulan, how could I forget that she was injured. "Don't you, Lan, I'm bribing you?"

A wide smile was shown by the woman as I offered to bribe her. "I want to, as long as you're grandiose, how? Deal?"

A unique base of friends, when others would be disgusted if eating with the hands of others, Wulan actually proposed such conditions.

"Aren't you disgusted, Lan? It's my hand, isn't it necessarily clean?"

"You eat with your hands, right? Even if you have to have stomach pain because your hands are dirty, at least I'm not alone because there are you who must also have stomach pain."

Laughter was heard in our room at midnight. "It has. Don't laugh anymore. Later on gedorin our room for disturbing the rest of the other occupants." I put my index finger on it so we'd shut up.

"It doesn't feel like anyone could have banged on our door, Han. They're all scared to hear our voices."

"Can't you?"

"they thought that the two chugs were laughing together, so how could they dare to disturb us." hearing the words Wulan said I was getting more and more curled up, he said, to the point that this stomach feels very stiff.

"Crazy, we thought two Miss Kunti." I patted her shoulder slowly, if only she was not injured at this time I would have pinched her cheek that was so strong.

"now think, Han.who likes to laugh at midnight like this other than Miss Kuntilanak?" I shook my head quickly because the one who liked to laugh in the middle of the night was identical to the female ghost in a white dress and with that long unraveled hair.

"Hush, my laugh is not as scary as it was times, Lan. If I laugh wide, hahaha. It's so much the same thing as a firefly that lives on a mango tree in my factory."

"what if that one over there was laughing how, Han? try practicing dong."

Wulan is strange, I have to show the laughter of the Kunti ganjen in the middle of the night like this.

"You sure you want to hear me, Lan? His voice is horrified." The woman nodded her head quickly.

"Hurry, Han. I've never heard anything supernatural before, just on television."

I let out a long sigh, it felt like I could not bear to refuse the wishes of this woman before me. "Hopefully look alike but don't laugh at it, Lan. Laughing Miss Kunti was like this. Hii... Hii... Hi...!"

just as I stopped, I heard the sound of laughter similar to the one I sounded.

"That way you can imitate the voice of the kunti, even more like me." I looked at Wulan who was sitting while looking at me.

"Just boy. I've been busy, Han. How can you laugh? I could choke on you."

"So who laughed after me?"

Wulan proposed for me to repeat the laughter of the Kunti waiting for the mango tree again.However, this time my eyes were on Wulan, I was sure that she was just pranking me. I let out a rough breath before I laughed mimicking that ghostly voice.

"Hi... Hii... Hi.." -..."

My hair fell with goosebumps when the sound of laughter was heard again. There was no way it was Wulan, because the woman was tightly clenching her lips.

"Lan, did you hear that?"

"I-yes, but that vow is not my voice. I just kept quiet from that."

"Who's voice then?"

The sound of laughter was heard again, this time more clearly than before.

"Let'soo!"

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