Mystery of Room 13
Part 9: Food from Another World

I slowly opened the black plastic knot carefully. My mouth does not stop saying prayers to avoid disturbing ghosts. I was surprised when I saw the contents of plastic which according to Wulan contained fried rice.

It is just dry leaves. Thankfully, there were no strange things in it. I asked Wulan to accompany me to take out the trash, I did not want to be alone outside the house.

"Follow!" Intan apparently also does not want to be left alone even if only for a moment. Just when the plastic fell in the room, suddenly there was a bad smell coming from the plastic.

"Cock so stinky like this, huh?" I immediately closed my nose because I couldn't stand the smell.

"You what the hell? The feeling I do not smell strange smells," Intan said while sniffing. The same action was done by Wulan. Am I the only one who smells this stench. Out of curiosity I took back the black plastic that contained the dried leaves.

"Aragh!" I threw the plastic after I found out.

"What the hell is it, Han? Why are you throwing away the plastic that contains these dried leaves?" Wulan was about to pick up the contents in the plastic that scattered out. I hurriedly brushed her hand away so as not to touch that disgusting thing.

"Don't hold! I-it's rotten meat and full of maggots! Come on, let's go to the room!" I dragged my two best friends and locked the door as soon as possible. I'm sure that rotten meat is the ghost's terror.

"What rotten meat? It was you who opened it in the plastic that the leaves were dry." I shook my head in response to Intan's question. Although I also do not understand why the contents of the plastic can change and only I saw it.

"Once, let's rest first. We ask God to protect us from the bad."

Wulan rushed to change her work clothes with a negligee. He immediately asked me and Intan did not think of anything strange just now. I don't know how long my eyes closed, Wulan woke me up feeling hungry.

"Han, anterin me dong."

"Where?" I asked while rubbing these heavy eyes.

"Bottom."

"Well? Ghosts will come again." I close my blanket because the night wind sometimes infiltrates from the vent hole.

"Just for a second, Han. My stomach is hungry because I didn't have time to eat the hunt there was a ghost incident."

I had to accompany this one-child mother down. Although there is a sense of trepidation also because it has to go out these nights. On the stairs leading to the first floor, there was a smell of flowers gushing forth.

"Lan, do you smell strange smells?"

"There's nothing. You're too parno."

Although scared, I still walk following this single parent. The night wind blowing this time felt even more piercing even felt to the bone. Me and Wulan walked down a very quiet street.

"Lan, aren't we gonna be afraid of being scuttered?" Wulan only smiled faintly. After quite a distance we looked for the stall, Wulan and I stopped our steps and went into a little angkringan.

"Sir, tea anget dua yes" I asked a father who turned his back on you. The man whose hair was covered in gray hair and wearing black clothes only nodded without turning his head.

Tonight it seemed like my best friend was very hungry, he ate a pack of cat rice in one go. I haven't finished eating a pack of rice, while Wulan is somehow finished. This woman who is as neat as I know is throwing her rice wrapper carelessly to make this shop look seedy.

"Lan, just dump the trash in the barrel. Poor his father later." I was surprised when I rebuked him, Wulan looked angry. He glared at me.

"Basic chatty!" Not only that Wulan also kicked the angkringan table loudly. What is this, what is this my best friend's original temperament, grumpy and unadulterable.

"That's why you don't interfere too much with other people's business! No matter how it's my business, remember it!"

I just nodded because I didn't want the matter to be long-tailed. "Yes already. Come on, let's just eat."

In silence and in the midst of the gusts of the cold night wind hugging his body, Wulan and I continued eating. Sometimes I glanced at him who had not stopped eating. In addition to cat rice, Wulan also eats various side dishes served at the table. There are fried foods as well as several kinds of sports, such as intestinal satay, quail eggs, and more. The table that was once full of fried foods is now almost empty. Wulan burped loudly and had surprised me.

My eyes could not be separated from the woman who turned out to have a big appetite that was drinking hot tea, not from a glass but directly from a kettle or kettle that had just boiled.

"Lan, careful. Your tongue will blister." Again Wulan glared at me a sign of not liking my words. Just a few seconds after that, Wulan looked in pain. His hands fluttered his tongue out.

"That's right. You really, like ngeyel if you say. It hurts." I was trying to pick up an item that could roughly help her to ease the pain. But wait, why is Wulan's tongue getting longer and longer, it has even touched his chest. I retreated because I started to feel something strange about my friend.

"Lan, w-why is your tongue so long?" I asked with a trembling voice as fear began to possess me. Wulan's tongue is getting elongated, now it has touched his stomach. It's obvious this must be something that's not right. I ran up to the angkringan salesman who was fanning charcoal.

"To-please, Sir. Something's wrong with my friend." Because there was no response from the father. I pulled his arm hoping the man realized I needed his help this time.

"Hm."

"Aragh!"

What is this, why the man can turn his head 180 degrees. His body remained behind me but his extremely pale face was facing towards me. The distance between my face and her was only a few centimeters.

I screamed hysterically and ran as hard as I could. From a distance I heard a loud laughter. I ran in any direction facing someone I could ask for help.

I was relieved from a distance I could see the lights were brightly lit, it seemed like it was angkringan quite a lot of people were enjoying food there. Hopefully the people there will help me at least find my way home.

I just lived in this area a few days ago, so I don't know the exact direction of the road to my index.

"Excuse me! Can anyone help me?" I asked with breath still breathing.

"Sit down!" A middle-aged woman patted the chair, asking me to sit down for a while. While a little girl handed me a glass of hot tea whose smoke was still billowing.

"Drink!" I sipped tea in that striated-patterned glass. A strange taste filled my mouth. Sweet but odd smelling, unlike most tea leaves. Immediately I dismissed my doubts, when I saw the people sitting there were busy eating and drinking.

The little boy came back to me and offered me a plate of rice complete with vegetables and side dishes. "Sorry, Cah Ayu. I was full already." I refuse his gift. Besides I was full, it felt like my appetite was lost due to the ghost earlier.

The middle-aged woman who had asked me to sit down took the plate from the girl's hand and then leaned on me. I don't know what happened to my stomach, I suddenly felt hungry when I received the plate from the pottery.

I was about to put rice in my mouth when someone patted me on the shoulder.

"Sir, what's this hour at the cemetery? You huh?"

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