Mystery of Room 13
Part 84: Stories of the Past

The woman sat down and hugged her knees tightly. She hid her face then cried softly to the point that her shoulders were violently shaken. He is like a child who has lost a toy. Long enough, Miss Wati cried like that. After being satisfied he raised his head then rubbed the tears that soaked his face.

"You know the pain of loving without being able to have? Of course not. It hurts and it crushes into one. Years of adoration but never thought to exist, it felt like it was destroyed. Want to escape but in reality this feeling is tied up strongly."

The woman took something hidden from under her clothes. God help me. I can only continue to pray in my heart. Especially when the woman pulled out a very sharp knife. Similar to the knife he left in the hospital yesterday.

"Do you see this knife? This knife I always carry everywhere because I used to take an oath if anyone touches me before ndoro kakung, then I will finish myself off. That's my sacrifice for him to know, he's got a woman who always takes care of heart and body. He won't regret loving me a little something."

Why is Bu Wati so stupid, that is her love. He knew that the man never bothered him.

Bu Wati told of their wonderful childhood. His mother is a courtier who is in charge of taking care of Ndoro Kakung. The difference in age that is not far away makes their childhood continue together. Wherever there was Bu Wati's mother, the two boys went along.

"Playing marbles, kites, until bathing in the room is always together. Once we secretly went out of the fence without permission from Ndoro madam only to play firecrackers in the field with the village children, but unfortunately our action was caught by him. I was punished for cleaning the bathroom in his house which was quite a lot, there were more than ten possible. Feeling unbearable because I was the only one being punished, he helped me clean up a dirty bathroom."

However, their childhood happiness disappears when the man's family is expelled by their extended family. All of that was due to the father of the man selling several acres of ancestral heritage land without the knowledge of his other brothers. After a fairly violent expulsion drama, the family decided to return to the hometown of the wife, Solo.

"Only my faithful mother and I remained with their family, which at that time turned 180 degrees, from the rich to nothing. They live in a small rented house. Sleep tight because at that time ndoro kakung had a sister."

Their days are gone with life. Old man ndoro kakung suddenly left after entrusting ndoro kakung to his mother Bu Wati. The two went to take ndoro kakung's sister who just got her first period. Three years they've been lost without news. During that time their lives were roasted by his mother Bu Wati who worked as a washing worker from one house to another.

Bu Wati's relationship with her mother's master's son is getting closer. Bu Wati who was a teenager began to feel the swish of romance in his chest. However, that distinct taste was not felt by the other party. The man had indeed fallen in love but not at Bu Wati. She falls in love with her classmate who is always the class champion. Meanwhile, Bu Wati had to give up her desire to continue her education so that the mother could finance her employer's son's school.

"Nawang Prameswari, that's the name of the girl who became his first love. That's why I hate you because when I see you, ndoro kakung mentions that name. You know I was so hurt back then. My anger was so high that I felt like I wanted to finish you right then and there."

With a savage cry, the woman stabbed the pillow that was beside my head. My chest feels tight fear that the middle-aged woman is acting recklessly. It could be that what he stabbed was no longer a pillow but my body. The feathers bristled but I was powerless because all my body was tied up.

Ms. Wati seemed to be drinking water from the same glass that I was wearing before continuing her story. After nearly five years of living three, the man's parents returned. However, their circumstances were much different from when they left the city of Solo. Their daughter was also not seen coming home. They now live in one of the luxury homes in downtown Solo and have several other assets spread in several cities, one of which is this bloody index. That's when pride began to rule this family. Ms. Wati was forbidden to talk to their son.

"Wati, you don't run. Never assume my son is your friend. He is your ndorom. Remember your position it's just babu!" Bu Wati imitated the words of the master.

"My heart was broken because my pride was trampled on, even the sacrifices that my mother and I had made in hard times were not appreciated at all. Only ndoro kakunglah understand you. He often puts his money aside for our needs. That's where I'm more convinced that he's the right man to be my husband."

Bu Wati seemed to wipe her tears before continuing her story. "Today ndoro kakung who was interning at a company came home with a woman who was two-bodied. My heart was breaking because my love was clapping side by side for the umpteenth time. It's just that I'm happy because the ndoro kakung family is against their relationship. The woman was dragged out of this house violently by the mistress. Ndoro kakung had time to protect but by master, ndoro kakung prevented and held tightly."

The woman seemed to smile cynically. "I really enjoyed this family show. I also enjoyed every groan from the mouth of the woman who was bunting, I don't know who was actually pregnant. I think he just trapped ndoro kakung in order to enjoy the wealth of the ndoro kakung family alone."

The family of the owner of this index turned out to be very cruel. How can they expel a pregnant woman from their son. Is that not their grandson. Wait, is that pregnant woman Ridwan's mother? Ah I don't know. I can only guess who that woman is.

"Hanna, you still want to hear my story? If you're sleepy, just say so. Let me gouge your eyes so you can't feel how hard it is to endure sleepiness." The woman laughed like a kuntilanak, so creepy that I brushed my hair.

This person is already mentally ill like him. Binding and threatening me in such a way just to tell her past. He never had any friends. Despite the fear, there was still a sense of resentment towards Bu Wati.

The woman recounted that after the tragedy, the man was asked to keep his lover in room thirteen. Bu Wati felt in a dilemma because he was between jealousy and his employer's orders.

So that woman is the occupant of my room, is she the murdered woman or is she Ridwan's crazy mother?

"You know every time I see her there's a sense of wanting to finish off that woman. Especially when ndoro kakung comes, his attitude turns spoiled. Hmh! Just gather some romantic cockroaches. Ndoro kakung glued the belly of the beard, but it must also not be the blood of the flesh. The woman was just a factory worker. To be his wife ndoro kakung who is a noble, blue-blooded, and including the richest man in this city, it feels so far away, like a punguk misses the moon."

Bu Wati's heart was apparently filled with rot. He was jealous of someone his employer clearly loved. Hah, did he not have a mirror when he said that the woman was like a punguk miss the moon. He himself is worse, already know not loved still just hope.

The woman suddenly laughed again. Then put his face to my ear. "You want to know no, what did I do to that woman to the point that ndoro kakung hated her so much?" Ms. Wati whispered in a hoarse voice. "I went to a smart man to finish him off."

My eyes glared in response to his horrible deed. I saw scenes in horror movies that I often saw. A shaman stabbed a straw doll that had been given incantations before. Every time the straw doll is stabbed, the person whose name is mentioned in the straw will experience tremendous pain in the same part where the doll was stabbed with a rusty nail.

Ms. Wati once tried to send pellets to the man she had loved since her young age. However, it failed because apparently the man had guards from his ancestors to magic as strong as anything would be mental.

"The only way I can get ndoro kakung is to get rid of every woman who is nearby. After all for this one thing the master and mistress agreed to it even those who asked me that somehow, ndoro kakung should part with that lowly woman."

The woman suddenly revealed my clothes upwards to the point that my body was plain without being covered by thread. So do my pants. I want to fight but free. Now I can be said to be without clothes covering my body.

"It's a tempting spot, baby," she said, pointing her camera at me. I want to cry because surely the woman has a wicked plan behind every action. I'm trying to avoid the camera glare of Ms. Wati. I rolled around even to the floor. The woman was not so sorry that she laughed.

"You're a great Hanna. Without me directing it, it's already good at posing. I'm sure if this video I sent to one of the websites where prostitutes peddle themselves online must be a lot of striped men who dare to pay dearly for you. You're still a girl, aren't you?"

The woman continued to laugh but a second later she looked at me fiercely. "But none of this will be sent to the brothel because I'd rather have this video sent to your family, ah especially your father. Didn't you say he was sick? It would be even more exciting if he knew his youngest daughter posed so erootiss in the region."

My tears are getting bigger. Want it feels to hold the phone and slam it to the ground so that the mentally ill woman does not act recklessly. In my eyes was the face of my father who must have been destroyed because his beloved daughter was in this disgusting condition. Father must have been growing more and more the burden of his mind. What if my dad's health is getting dropped and... Ah, I can't imagine if this video got into my dad's hands.

"Hanna, listen to me carefully. I'll let you go but you have to obey my will. I only want one, this incident can't be anyone knows one person. If it leaks, I won't hesitate to spread your video!"

Slowly the woman opened the bond in my body. When he was about to open the duct tape, the money he put on it to smother me. So Bu Wati jerked firmly and pulled him quickly.

"Aw! It hurts!" er pain. As a result of Bu Wati's actions, I was in pain on my lips, cheeks, and jaw. It felt like it was hot, it could no longer be expressed in words. I gently rubbed my mouth and cheek, hoping to alleviate this pain a little.

Ms. Wati looked sharply at me. "This time I'm good, so let go of you. Don't waste this opportunity leaking our little secret. Because if you leak it, then you must be ready to accept the risk, which is to die in a way that you never imagined before."

Leisurely, he breezed away and exited the room. However, it was only a moment when the woman returned.

"Ah, fuck! I forgot to tell you, there's one more thing you should do from this second. You should stay away from ndoro kakung. He's just mine. That is if you want to live longer. You're willing, aren't you?"

I quickly nodded my head. After all, I have absolutely no interest in a man whose age might double or even be much more than that. I already have Ridwan as my lover.

"Good, you understand my words. So I don't need to explain you at length and need to spill blood again. Oh, clean your room before Wulan comes home and suspects you."

The woman left, I quickly locked the door back. I sat behind the door with trembling legs. I shed the tears of fear and anxiety that I was holding back from earlier. I don't know how long I cried, suddenly there was a notification indicating there was an incoming message. Apparently from Bu Wati. Actually, she wanted to contact me.

"Hurry, clean your room. Wulan will be home soon. Don't let him see his room is a mess." I read the message from the woman trembling. I slowly cleaned the room.

After everything is sorted just stay by throwing the trash. Just when my work was done, Wulan had already gone home.

"Han, I told you it's better to take a break. Don't do anything yet. Focus on restoring your body first."

"It's okay. Precisely if just lying down, it feels like this body is not because."

Me and Wulan were both busy with our thoughts. I had to figure out a way to keep life from being haunted by a lot of absurd things. I wanted to move to a quieter location. However, to move from a bloody index that harbors horror and awesomeness requires money that is not small even though I have not been paid. However, if I go back to Ungaran then it will be much longer to be able to buy a tombstone for my mother.

"Lan, it looks like I'm just going back to Ungaran."

"Why? Is something bothering you again?"

"No, I just miss my dad too Ms. Arum."

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