Radio Broadcast Midnight 2
Episode 41

"Dark, Xu! And dream of you!" Gia rebuked me before she sat down on the porch sofa. "Liatin what?"

I stared at him for a while, wondering if he would be afraid if I told him about the writing of a little boy in a book I picked up from the fridge in the pantry.

"Dark, Xu! What the hell is going on?" ask Gia again.

"If I told you something, you wouldn't be scared?" Instead of answering the question, I asked back.

"Well, if you're that, I'm usually scared. Just, because now there's Tomo, so selow. What's wrong?"

"It." I showed the writing to Gia.

"What's weird?"

"This book I took from the refrigerator. Fitting scrawl when the last broadcast yesterday, I did not intentionally find this writing," I explained. "Observe well."

"His wealth is normal" said Gia, tilting her head.

"Ish Gia! Look real," I cried.

"Seriously, Xu! Nothing is strange. Who could it be, it's just like that."

"The real look! It's a little kid's writing, isn't it?" ask again.

Gia noticed the writing, before her eyes faded. "The writing is ugly."

"Gee!" I closed the book in my hand and glanced at him cynically. "This is a little boy's writing!"

Gia covered her gawking mouth. "But there are no children here."

"Yes, that's why it's weird! No kids but no writing."

"Don't it be a child, ask for help because something has happened? Rich time in the old Radio Rebel office, Xu!" exclaim Gia.

"Well, it can be" I answered briefly.

"You can't squirm that weird, Xu?"

I'm shaking.

"Ngedenger strange voice?"

I shook my head again.

"How do you want that nolongin?" Gia breathed a long breath.

"There's Adul, right?" my answer.

"Oh yeah, he can still see that!" Gia smiled broadly. "Entar told him. Let's go to the studio first. I'm gonna be eleven."

I nodded in agreement and stood following Gia inside, having previously put the little book in my bag.

***

"... One song request from Kirana Nya Fla from Letto with Heart Backrest will I play as the beginning of our story in the evening ...."

I was opening the broadcast when Adul walked into the studio with a big smile.

"... Stay tuned, and don't go anywhere."

After turning off the mic, I faced towards Adul who was sitting on the broadcast chair right next to me. "Tumben Dul, bad luck?".

" Yes Inoxu Tea, I ate fried rice first with Kokom."

"Cie! Someone is made! Eat dong, Dul!" exclaim Remi chuckles.

"Teh Remi knows. Yes, from Adul's face?"

"Yes! Your smile is so wide" said Gia.

"Congratulations, Dul. Hopefully it continues to a more serious level" I said smiling. I then contacted the source for the Midnight Story and asked him to wait for a moment after confirming.

"Yeah, that's what Letto is with Heart Backrest ya gaes ya! The name of the band is rich in toys that are now viral and create headaches," continued Adul continued the broadcast.

"What tuh?" my many.

"Letto-letto," replied Adul grinned. "On the other end of the line, there's been our source for tonight. Let's say hello, Hello? With whom where?"

"With Tifa in Batunggal."

"Ih, rich Kunti use T-H huh, Tea? His home in Batununggal. Never mind the meeting too" whispered Adul who made me put my index finger on the lips.

"Teh Tifa, what story do you want?" my many.

"You want to tell me about the horror experience at my home in Bogor, Inoxu Tea."

"Mango, Tifa Tea," I welcome.

"A few weeks ago, I went back to my home in Bogor to clean up. Usually, we went there, during school holidays. Let there be a new atmosphere, that is. At that time, I loved reading horror stories. Because I happened to not sleepy, I read the story while holy and nemenin the child who wants to sleep."

"Yes, mothers usually really like to do several jobs at once. Kaya mamak Adul," said Adul chuckled.

"Well, just a little more exclamation-voice read, buzzing there is the sound of people using broomsticks from behind the house. Still I'm cuekin, Tea, Kang. His voice was so tight."

"Yes maybe a neighbor Teteh time huh? There will also be people who clean up pas malem. So early in the morning, everything is neat," I said.

"It's impossible, Tea. That's why it's so bad, it's almost twelve."

"Wow," Iid.

"Yes maybe Tifa's neighbor can only turn up at that hour" added Adul.

"Well, so who's dong?" Adul.

"Yes, I don't know Kang. Emang rather horror lives on the banks of times, Kang. Especially not far from my house, there is an abandoned nursing home. Often metatengin Youtuber to create content, because really serem. Often every time there are abis who make content in the home, residents must be disturbed. There is a door of his house tucked, the window is shoved, the voice of a cry, until the buzzing voice of people talking but there is no form."

"Well, bothered about the coming rame-rame?" my many.

"Yes Tea. Just because it's so often, yes ordinary citizens. There is also a story from the banana. So, in front of my house was a road that was fifty meters long. In the morning, in front of the house, so the market. Once upon a time, a banana seller who sold right in front of the house, came to part. At four o'clock, he arrived. When abis naro merchandise, from the fence of the home, there are grandmothers who call, because they want to buy bananas. The banana seller is nyamperin, but about ten steps, he just inget if the home is empty. In addition, the grandmothers who called him, it turned out to be Mak Hos, a subscription to him who had died from before the empty home."

"Well! How are you going, Tea?" Adul asked.

"Yes it's Kang."

"Holy shit, lem. The dawns meet the same thing," I said.

"Over again, Tea. There's a dead body of a suicide victim stuck under my kitchen."

"Huh? How can?" i'm appalled.

"Bottom of my kitchen again. I love having something to do."

"I mean, that's a real suicide victim? Jump to kali?" I'm starting to feel creepy.

"Yes Tea. So there are mothers who carry the same baby with small children. Two children are eight years old, while the baby, I don't know what age. They were a few days earlier looking back and forth on the bridge deck. Every time there are nanya citizens, the mother always answers if she again nyari her husband who works in Bogor, who has long not returned home. I just don't know where the Bogor is.

On the day of the incident, at two in the morning, there was a vegetable maker who wanted to shop, see this mother standing again on the bridge decket. The greengrocer thought, the mother again waiting for angkot. Eh, it's done shopping and want to go home, the market has rame, Tea. Said something was off the bridge."

"How come?" Adul asked in a soft voice.

"It turns out, the one who fell was the mother with her two children. Fitting again rame, came the mother's biggest son, who was eight years old. He told me that his mother had invited him to jump off the bridge as well. But since she didn't want to, the mother brought her two sisters."

"Astagfirullah," I and Adul compactly voiced.

"Under the bridge were many large stones, and at half-six, their bodies were found floating. The position of the infant child, still in the sling, while the two-year-old child, was next to him."

"Oh Allah, very sad," said Adul.

"Yes Kang, um. It's an experience I haven't been able to escape until now."

"It's definitely tea. Yes horrified, yes sad, yes mixed up anyway," I said.

"Truly Inoxu Tea." Tifa tea sounded like a long breath. "Yes, that's my story at best. Makasi many have been given the opportunity to become a resource person. Healthy always yes Inoxu Tea and Kang Adul."

"Aamiin, Tifa Tea too? Healthy always with family." I paused for a moment, before returning to speak in front of the mic.

"That's the story of Tifa Tea, about the experience at his home located on the banks of Cisadane times, Bogor. How wonderful is the story of Tifa Tea just now about the suicide bomber." I exhaled for a moment.

"In modern times, many people have often voiced mental health for women, especially for housewives. However, in practice, there are still many parties who underestimate what these mothers feel. Those who underestimate, come from the same profession or I can say from fellow housewives. A simple example, if there is a housewife complaining or telling stories about her life at home, not a way out, but a fight for fate and strength. Indirectly, mothers love to dress themselves with other mothers, and feel proud if they already bear the title of a great mother.

If the end is like this, honestly I can not imagine, how heavy the burden of life, the inner burden, the mental burden that must be borne by the mother, she said, until he took a shortcut that also involved his children. Sometimes, these mothers don't expect to be helped, just listened to. But baby, many of us are still not sensitive. My hope, hopefully in the future, is that there will be no more events like this. Please remember. Families don't need great housewives, children don't need great mothers. All they need is a happy mother." I swallowed the saliva slowly.

"Duh, I laughed at the atmosphere and so talked at length. Yak, it has been an hour and a half that I and Adul accompanied the listeners all. It's time for both of us to step aside. But before, I will play a song requested by Dwi Astuti Sutina Sutawijaya from Aurel with Happy Rights. Greetings to Artzhevant 2007 mother and MTs teacher mother. Karangmangu. Finally, happy rest, wassalamualaikum warahmatullahi wabarakatuh."

I flicked the mic and took off the headphones, followed by Adul, Gia and Remi.

"Temenin first huh? Tomo wants to pick her up, but she still has some business," the Pinta Gia I call. We all walked to the sofa. Remi himself said goodbye, because Nyx had picked him up.

I just leaned back, when I remembered something. "Dul, look at this. Teteh found this writing. It's a book, it was on top of the pantry fridge. Look, there's something weird, right?" my many.

"Well, rich writing this little boy mah. Who's he got, Tea?" ask Adul.

"Well! Don't know who's got. There are no children here" I replied.

"His power is high, someone wants help. He left behind a pension in this book," continued Adul.

"Duh, don't freak your dong out. This serem!" exclaim Gia. He sat down to me.

"Do you see anything?" ask me about Adul.

"There is no tea. But just look at the writing, Adul creeps really."

"Is there an incident when we went on holiday?" ask me again in a soft voice. Instead of answering, Gia and Adul looked at each other.

"Aa Adul! Well, Kokom thought Aa was home," exclaimed Kokom approaching us. "Here, hape Aa kebawa Kokom fit earlier Aa nitip in the bag."

Adul patted his forehead slowly and smiled widely. "Makasi ya bebih, Adul forgot that the nitip hape in your bag dear."

"Geek!" Gia made a soft voice, while I just chuckled without a sound.

"Well, how is that book in Inoxu Tea? Kokom nyariin from yesterday," asked Kokom who saw when I intended to put the book in the bag.

"This is Kokom's?" ask me after seeing if he wears his hearing device.

Kokom. "That tea contains catetan Kokom if asked to shop at the market."

My eyes are patterned and immediately show the writing of a small child on one of the pages of the book. "Do you know who this is? Rich little writing."

"Oh, that's Kokom's writing."

"What?" many wonder.

"Yes, Kokom nulis is using his left hand."

"Tok use your left hand? What's your right hand?" ask Adul with a worried tone.

"Why A Adul. Kokom again sleepy because there is no work, so the prank is using the left hand. You see, Kokom's right hand again snacked," he replied innocently.

"Astagfirefull!" I closed the book hard. Gia laughed out loud while holding her stomach. As for Adul, he looked at Kokom demgan with an affectionate gaze.

"Aah," I'm upset because I've been thinking a no-no.