Radio Broadcast Midnight 2
Episode 23

"Gia!" remi exclaimed in shock when he saw Gia with a wet face, was pinching Adul. At the same time, I approached the two of them and pulled Gia away.

"Si Adu asked in ba*bug kanya! I'm not wrong, maen flush!"

"Ma-sorry, Gia Tea. Adul thought Teh Gia Satan, because earlier did not enter the broadcast. Where fit in the studio there is a stench! Usually if the smell is like that, signs there is a demit passing—."

"I fart," cut me fast.

"What, Tea?" Adul looked at me in disbelief.

"In the studio I farted, because mules. Gia had also sent a message if she was in the studio one helpin Bang Win, Opi Tea with Kang Utep, but yes because of mules, I did not take nyampein, because I want to mop up the toilet," obviously relax.

"Astagfirullah," exclaimed Adule quietly with a cynical look at me.

"Maap."

"What the hell to eat, Tea?! It smells like garbage TPA" he added.

"The rub." I pulled Gia back to sit in the reception room, and gave her a tissue.

"Why in the storm?" tanya Teh Opi loosened her head from studio one.

"Neverything, Tea. Gi just wants to sit here for a minute" replied Gia.

"Okay," Opi Tea's response was brief.

"We know, we've met too often the same strange, so can't be different where the original where the appearance of the imitation," said Remi pulled Adul's hand to sit.

"Well, yes, Gia Tea, seriously Adul does not know," Adul said as he glanced timidly.

"Yodah is nothing! But then again mah, ask first. I was going to be your nyubitin" replied Gia rubbing the front of her wet clothes.

Adul nodded in understanding.

"Beres off the water?" ask Teh Opi again, out of studio one.

"Alhamdulillah be well, Tea. But it has not been checked the recording," replied Remi.

"It's simple to server but?"

"Already," Remi replied again.

"Yaudah, what's wrong in studio one? All try out the new equipment," invited Teh Opi who made us all stand up, and headed to studio one.

"Hoi bumil," said Kang Utep with a big smile. "What's the matter? Say the same Mang Utep, later sought. Just don't ma*ling mango neighbors aja."

"No cravings, safe," I replied casually as I sat in one of the chairs.

"Win, can you try it? Want to check the footage off the water The Story of Midnight," asked Opi Tea on Bang Win who was still staring at the computer screen.

"could. Sok dipake his headphones."

We all wear headphones except for Bang Win and Kang Utep who are still busy tidying up the cable. "Beres," he sounded pleased. "You guys continue to dreadin? Utep same Win sniffing from the main computer in the room Win."

In Bang Win room there are two computers with five screens that become the center of recording storage. It is on that computer that the recording of the entire broadcast is monitored, broadcast, and then stored for documentation. Within a few seconds, the opening instrument of the Midnight Story broadcasts as soon as the two of them exit.

"Well, how?" asked Remi in a surprised tone.

I myself started to feel tense when I understood what was happening.

"Teh, how is the recording of the phone conversation with the Rose not there?" Adul opened the voice.

"What kind of relationship?" Remi said in an anxious tone while looking towards the wall clock. In less than an hour, the footage should be broadcast.

"It's not easy, Rem. But how weird, huh? Xu's voice was the same as Adul's, but why was the source's voice not at all astonished?" timpal Opi Tea.

We tried to listen again to the footage that was still playing, and Remi raised the volume, to make sure that the sound of the Rose was heard. But nil, there was no sound of the Rose, even though it was slow.

"Where's dong, Tea?" tanya Adul stared at Teh Opi while exhaling a long breath.

"Try the speaker's phone, ask him to tell you again. You see in opening the same closing, his name was repeatedly called. Difficult if you have to change the source, later it must be repeated from the beginning. Time isn't enough, eleven o'clock."

Remi nodded and tried to call the Rose's phone number which we contacted a while ago at studio three. In an instant, there was a connecting tone in the headphones I was wearing. Adul himself, already prepared in front of the mic, next to Remi.

"Ngga was lifted! I've slept the Rose many times" complained Aduh Adul in despair.

The call was repeated several more times, until someone raised the connection at the other end.

"Hello?"

I looked at Adul with a frown. This male hoarse voice, indicating if it was not Rose who picked up the phone.

"Hello" answered Adul. "Maap malem-malem calling, this is from the Story of Midnight Radio Rebel. Can I talk to the rose?"

"Roses don't exist" replied the voice shrill in the end. I'm Mawang."

"Oh yes Kang Mawang. Hello, I am Adul. The roses are asleep, right? Gini, a while ago, I called Rose to be a speaker on the Radio Rebel Midnight Story broadcast program. Unfortunately, the recording has not been completed. I wanted to ask the Rose for a story again. But, if the Rose has already slept mah, nothing, do not do it," explained Adul at length.

"Punten. It's the wrong people, right? Maybe it means another rose?" ask Mawang.

"Another rose?" i'm astonished.

"This phone number is right, Kang," replied Adul.

"Kang Adu is sure? I know Roses, but there's no way he's calling Radio Rebel."

"Why?" ask Adul with a voice to know.

"Roses, my twin sons, died when we were both little."

"Huh?" Adul fell silent and took a few seconds to understand what he had just heard. "Joking on Akang mah! Or maybe, Akang who just called here, continue to use the name of the Rose?"

"Not Kang, I'm Mawang. The rose was my twin, but she died when she was a child" Mawang repeated at the end of the joint.

The deg!

"Ta-tadi, just a moment ago, Rose called Radio Rebel and was the source here."

"Well, yeah, no Kang. Perhaps it was another rose," said Mawang.

Me and the others were stunned in their seats.

"Yes, that's it, Kang. Sorry for interrupting the break" said Adul.

"That's okay, Kang. Just relax," Mawang replied before turning off the connection.

"So who was talking to Xu and Adul?" ask Remi. I could hear the fear in his voice.

"That's all you know," replied Gia.

Opi tea glanced at the wall clock and looked at us all one by one. "Sori gaes, you guys have to be on water. I can't possibly anymore make the footage of the off-air broadcast just now."

Me, Remi, Gia and Adul took off the headphones and looked at each other with lethargic gazes.

"Sok, just broadcast here. Test equipment," continued Teh Opi.

The four of us stood up and occupied each other's positions, before I looked at the computer, and a red mark on the screen flashed a sign there was a phone coming in. "Si Mawang called again, nih!" I almost panicked from fear.

"Lift Xu," said Gia.

"Gga ah, Adu," threw me while staring at Adu.

After being seen swallowing the saliva several times, Adul approached the mic and pressed the call receipt.

"Ha-hello" he said softly until barely heard.

"Adule Kang? Did you call the rose? The rose had gone to sleep" said the voice at the end.

"Your wealth is wracked, as are the Roses and the Mawang. Basic abege, very joking seneng," timpal Teh Opi chuckled.

"Yes Roses, Adul called because there was a broadcast recording that did not coincide. Had called you tea, wanted to help you tell me one more time, make a record. But, that was the guy who picked up. He said his name was Mawang."

"Mom!" the hysterical Rose screams at the end there after previously being silent for a while.

Not long after, there was the sound of someone behind the connection asking what was wrong.

"Temen Mawar, Akang announcer, calling. But he said he picked up the Mawang's phone" said Roses to someone nearby crying. There was a small commotion at the end of there. Then, a foreign voice sounded in my ear.

"Hello? Sorry, this is the Rose Amber. What if Akang called this number and answered the same as Mawang?"

"Yes, Ambu, really. The one who picked up the phone was called Mawang. He told me that the rose was his twin who died as a child."

"Astagfirullahaladzim."

"Why Ambu?" ask Adul.

"Back Kang. The rose and the mawang are twins. But the one who died as a child was Mawang," Ambu's voice sounded raucous as if holding back a cry.

We all heard what Ambu had just said. Stammering, Adul thanked him and disconnected the connection.

"This is not distinguishable anymore. Which is really human, which is demit," he said softly while leaning back.

"Where is this dong ...?" gia timpal.

"Public holiday ... Make a substitute for advertising sponsorships with the same list of songs," said Teh Opi staring at us one by one with a frightened face.