Radio Broadcast Midnight 2
Episode 30's

"Yank, if you want to sleep, in the room I was there," said Bang Win who saw me start to close his eyes after sitting on the sofa terrace.

"Ngga wants to sleep, just want to let go first," I replied slowly. Actually, my broadcast schedule is still later tonight, but the rain that fell from before dawn until now makes me want to eat a plate of pempek sold in front of here. That is why, after the dhuhur prayer, I followed to Radio Rebel. Unfortunately, pempek sellers are not selling today. Probably because of the rain.

"Well, I work first, right? There's a broadcast to make back up Hani's broadcast," she called me.

After Bang Win, I opened my eyes and looked at the Japanese lawn. 'Look ahead, another time, ' I murmured in my heart as I stood up and took the umbrella in the corner of the terrace.

I walked slowly in the yard enjoying the fall of the raindrop that hit the umbrella. The cold sensation that the rain brought, hit my face and caused an addiction of its own. My eyes moved to the left and right, to look at the food vendors.

"Neng, is there a noon broadcast?" greet the mother of the chicken porridge seller who in the end I approached.

"Ngga, Mum. Again at home, so come here," I replied as I sat down after closing the umbrella. The mother of the porridge seller gave me a glass of warm unsalted tea whose fragrance greeted my sense of smell.

"Who's mom?" I asked when I saw the white plastic wrap near the bowl in the cart.

"Have Kang Hud, he bought porridge but it hasn't been taken either. I also want to take security money."

"What if security money is paid every day?" ask again.

"There is a daily, weekly or monthly, Neng."

"How much is a day?" I'm curious.

"Two thousand, Neng. Money security equals cleanliness. So, if the mallm mah-mennya Kang Robin and Kang Hud like to patrol to keep the goods seller here. Rich chairs, tables, and others. Sometimes also clean, so just want to sell it has been sold only."

"Oh, is it useful?" my connection.

"Yes Neng, his name is only a merchant. If it doesn't exist, it doesn't exist" said the seller's mother who made me nod.

"Well, that's Kang Hud" exclaimed the mother as she stood up. I stared to my left, where Hud had just come without an umbrella.

"Teh," she said kindly. I nodded and smiled back.

"Old girl, Kang Hud. I already want to go home first," said the mother of the porridge seller.

"Yes mom, punten. My wife is sick, so I took her to the health center first" replied Kang Hud.

"You sit down, you make coffee, huh? Must've been cold. Here, security money." The mother of the porridge seller gave money to Kang Hud before preparing a hot cup of coffee.

"Akang's wife is pregnant too, right?" I asked when Kang Hud was sitting not far from me.

"Yes Tea, that's why I'm worried. Where's the first kid again, I'm confused about what to do."

"What pain?" ask again.

"Who can eat, Tea. Every meal what must be vomited again." Kang Hud's tone of voice sounded desperate. "Where every night I don't sleep. If you sleep it must be ngigau to scream."

"Huh?" response wonder.

"Yes Tea, these days it's so rich."

I pensively paused for a moment before finishing my tea, and then bailed back to Radio Rebel.

***

"Well, Inoxu Tea is here too?" greet Adul who just came. He opened the raincoat and spread it on the porch wall as high as the thighs of adults.

"Well, what are you doing here too?" many wonder.

"Kekey wants to play here" he replied shyly which made me laugh.

"Eh, how did it go to the mallem market?" I'm curious.

"Of course, just look around."

"Eat the test-fitting shellfish!" sahutku.

"Huh?" ask Adul.

"Liat-liat doang not snack!" my connection.

"Duh, that's not it. Money Adul mepet," he exclaimed frown. I laughed again while shaking my head.

"Punten, this is going to return the umbrella." A man was standing in front of the porch and holding an umbrella that I had used when I saw a food vendor.

"Oh yes," I said immediately stood up. "Maap Kang, so ngerepotin. Missed it in the chicken porridge."

"Yes, Tea. The mother of the porridge seller has been picked up by her son, so ask me for help."

I grabbed the proffered umbrella, and accidentally touched the man's hand.

Plash!

***

"Until when does Akang continue to be sad?! Agassa is dead, Kang!" teh Ayu jolts the figure of the man who returns my umbrella in a lavishly furnished room.

"Akang only felt guilty about Nengsih, because he could not take care of Agassa well."

"Sad again! Lament again! Neng swore to let him ma*ti all of you!"

"Neng, don't do it! Nengsih is happy with his new family. Don't be bothered anymore!" reply the man with a red face.

Plash!

***

"Tea? Tea, here's the umbrella. How's diem?"

The question surprised me for a moment. "Eh, ma-maap Kang. I was a little dizzy just now to stand up. You mean the umbrella?"

"Either. Mango Tea, Kang." The man turned around and left while I sat back on the sofa.

"That's her husband Ayu Tea huh?" ask me about Adul.

"Dad, Adul likes to see him sell if it fits the Ayu Tea does not exist. What's wrong, Tea?" ask Adul.

"Nega, he did." I leaned my back on the sofa and thought about the brief vision I had just experienced. This is the second time I have experienced this.

"Teh-teh! That's Kekey," exclaimed Adul misbehavior. I took a gulp and saw a girl with an umbrella in hand, walking in the courtyard.

"Assalamualaikum," he said as soon as he reached the terrace.

"Waalaikumusalam's chat. Kekey, is it nyampe?" tanya Adul has a stale taste that makes me rub my forehead. "Know, this is Inoxu Tea."

"Hello Teteh," Kekey nodded at me.

I stood up to greet him myself. "Hello Kekey. Adul often tells a story about Kekey," I smiled back knot. "This yuk? Sit down first."

From a brief conversation, I could see that Kekey was a gentle and shy girl. "Kekey want to go around the studio?" tanyaku who responded nod. Immediately, I stood up followed by Adul and went inside.

***

"Well, if it's called a mic. Mic tea loudspeakers, so if we talk in front of the mic, the sound can be buzzing all over Bandung Raya. That's why it's a buzz on the listener's radio" explained Adul as we sat in studio one.

The previous announcer only laughed, when he heard Adul with his bow explaining the function of the studio equipment on Kekey. "Since when can mic be used for loudspeakers? Think Adu, that's the mosque toa kali ya Teh?" he whispered before leaving the studio and gave me a stomachache, holding back the laughter.

"Well! Here, the most famous studios are serem. That said, there are headless Dutch people who like to look at themselves," continued Adul who made Kekey immediately pale.

"Really A?"

"Yes," answered Adul. "But calm down, there's Adul. There is no danger. People don't have heads, what can?"

"Ish, Paul! Start again," I scolded her cynically.

"Right, right, tea? What to fear? Keep your own head can't, how do you want to nakutin people!"

I shook my head softly hearing Adul's words. He smiled arrogantly and looked in all directions. "Adul is more afraid of humans! Humans, if evil, can be more than demons!"

Jeder!

The sound of lightning shocked the three of us.

"Quiet, Key. Not father, no papa," said Adul calming. I started to feel anxious in my chair and decided to leave the studio.

"Turn to the front? The next announcer wants to get ready," I asked.

"Hayu, Tea. Kekey wants to go to the bathroom." Kekey stood up and followed me walking. Surprisingly, Adul was still sitting.

"Te-teh, Adul can not move this," he said stammered.

I turned around and just nodded. "Adul likes to joke Key," I said, which made Kekey smile.

"Teh, Kekey wants to go to the bathroom first, huh? Step ahead" said Kekey out of the studio.

"Hayu cepet, Dul! Kekey doesn't exist, don't joke!" I started getting annoyed.

"Adul's not kidding! Adul's body can't move!"

"Ah time anyway," I doubt it. I almost walked up to him when I heard a soft Dutch chant.

The deg!

My steps hung in the air and made me decide to retreat. Faintly heard the sound of the ball rolling.

Bugs!

A ball hit Adul's foot and made him look down. "Ish, that little boy dared to come in here! Inoxu tea, help me here." Adul looked back at me.

My own gaze was fixed on the ball at Adul's feet that slowly looked blackened and formed a part of the human body that I could clearly recognize.

"Hiiii, head rolling!" I screamed before turning around, and ran outside the studio.

Brak!

The studio door closed hard as soon as I got outside.

"Steak, help!" the sound of Adul asking for help surprised me.

Gubrak gubrak!

I think I know what happened in there.