Radio Broadcast Midnight 2
Episode 3

"Have you lived here long?" I asked Mr. Obi.

This afternoon, I caught up with Bang Win to Radio Rebel after previously picking up a car that was being serviced in the workshop.

"Ngga's too long, Neng. I moved here after entering retirement as the head of a railway station in one of the areas of West Java."

"Oh, that is," I responded while drinking the iced coffee I just bought.

"This building belongs to your older brother, and was abandoned when you moved here. Because there are no other activities, Mr. prank clean-up. And after Neng Rebel's husband bought this place, he asked you to come here once in a while."

"So Mr Obi is Teh Nday's uncle?" manywould be surprised.

"Rubber, Neng."

"Teh Nday himself how the hell is he, sir?" I looked at him curiously.

Mr. Obi chuckled for a moment before replying. "That day from childhood was indeed amazing pinter. Unfortunately because he has a congenital heart defect, he can not do much activity outside the home. That's why, the theme is also not much. Neng Rebel was the only friend of Nday. They fill each other, equally sinter, both have big dreams that at that time people around them think is impossible to realize."

"If the one behind it is tea, whose grave, sir? Which has a headstone."

"Si Bruno, Nday's pet. Temen play Nday if at home, all the guards of this building," replied Mr. Obi.

"Dogs?" ask me curious

"Yes. Make sure they are a family because this area was once very quiet."

"Sir Obi," call Kang Utep from the side yard. "Have you eaten? Can you please help me for a minute?"

"Udah, Nak Utep," replied Mr. Obi as he stood up. I saw Kang Utep carrying a large frame still covered in brown paper and tied up.

"Father stay, huh, Neng?" pamitnya.

After Mr. Obi died, I chose to go in and look around the studio I would use to broadcast the Midnight Story program. Modern studio equipment, compared to the contrast with this building. But somehow, the combination of the two gives a unique impression. There is no need to install AC here because this room itself is cold enough.

I enjoyed the quiet silence. Here, I never once heard any strange sounds. This made me feel very relieved because at first I thought I would get a lot of interference.

The phone that sounded distracted me in an instant. Fearing that something was important, I quickly grabbed the handle of the phone plane located on Gia's desk.

"Good afternoon, with Radio Rebel here. Can I help you?" my many.

I waited for a few seconds when there was no answer at all from the end of the connection. Feeling that maybe this was a prank call, I put the phone handle back in place and waited.

True to my guess, the phone in front of me went off again. "Good afternoon, with Radio Rebel here. Can I help you?" my ul.

"Hello ...?"

"Yes, hello. Sorry, who am I talking to? Can anyone help?" my many.

"This is the radio?" ask the voice at the end of the connection that sounds astonished.

"Yes right. This is Radio Rebel. Sorry, can I help you?"

"I am Novi" he replied.

"Yes, Novi Tea. Can anyone help?" I'm starting to get upset again.

Only silence I got from the other end. "Who will Teh Novi talk to?" repeat again while trying to hold back so that my voice does not rise.

"Ngga wants to talk to anyone, Teh. I got this number in the payphone box."

I frowned in disbelief. Are there any public phones operating in 2022?

"Steh where is it? Need to call a pay phone?" I asked with growing curiosity.

"In the Cipaganti area. I'm using the house phone now, Tea. I got this number from a public phone box in front of campus. I guess this is the original number, no idea really connect to the radio," he replied hesitantly.

"Cipaganti Street number 128."

"Oh, the power is here huh, Tea? Play here dong. There are a lot of Rebel Radio listeners who like to play here" I added.

"Can you, Tea?" ask Novi.

"By dong, why not? Just play it here."

"Yes, I'll find the address first. What was the name of the radio?" Novi sounds enthusiastic.

"Radio Rebel's. Never been heard?" many wonder.

"No, Tea. After me, radio in Bandung only Oz, Dahlia, Ardan, and Lita."

"Oh, that's senior radio. The radios are from the 1970s. If the six-year Rebel Radio is standing," I explained.

"Oh yes, Tea. Really nothing if I play there? My friend and I want to be broadcasters. In fact, we had a dream to make our own radio."

"That's really cool, Novi Tea! May his dreams be fulfilled?" my reply.

"Aamiin, makasi ya Teteh. Later if I play there, do not be expelled," said Novi chuckled.

"Ngga. Just calm down, right?"

"Yes, a lot of tea. I hung up. Drug."

"Sama-sama, Novi Tea. Drug." I put the phone back into place, and intended to go to Bang Win's room when my husband's figure was already standing in the studio's doorway.

"Who's the same, Yank?" tanyakanya.

"Sama caller tuh. Just called here, yes keep talking" I replied to him. "You going home now?"

"Wait for magrib prayer time first," replied Bang Win with a tense face.

"Why? How come his face?" manya I'm peeping.

"Are you sure you were talking to the caller?"

"Dad," I replied firmly.

"That's possible, Yank. Radio Rebel's phone line is not yet connected. Utep just signed up yesterday, and it's still in process."

I frowned. "really so. The caller was called Novi. He said he's got Radio Rebel's number in the payphone box."

"More not possible. Radio Rebel numbers are processed. We don't know what number. And the phone planes in each studio are extensions, so even if someone calls, it must be the sound of the phone plane at the reception desk. Anyhow, there's still a pay phone operating in 2022?" asked Bang Win in a soft voice.

My heart slipped and a feeling of anxiety came back.

"I shirked his power," I said lethargicly. I'm pretty sure I just talked to someone on the phone.

"Neither to think. Ignore if it's weird." Bang Win began to understand the strange that happened and he thrust his hand to hold.

We came out of the studio and saw Kang Utep who was putting up a big photo right behind the reception desk with the help of Mr. Obi.

The closer to them, my heart beats faster. My eyes were glued to a black and white photograph of a large enough size, featuring two girls in style right in front of a building I recognized as the Radio Rebel building.

Novi Rindayu (Nday) and Regina Maharani Rahman (Rebel)

Jalan Cipaganti No. 128 Bandung - Year 1992

My breath immediately choked after reading the writing right at the bottom of the photo and made my body limp suddenly.