Radio Broadcast Midnight 2
Episode 5's

"That's so bad, Yank? The feeling was in an ordinary house," said Bang Win when I appeared in his room.

"Don't know, it was in the air all of a sudden Kliyengan," I replied throwing a body on the sofa.

"Yet again low blood?" Bang Win came to me.

"It could be," I said short. The sun was outside, the heat was stinging, and the light made my eyes hurt. When I had just closed my eyes, something cold touched my cheek to the point of surprise.

"Drink a lot," said Bang Win thrust a bottle of mineral water that has been opened. I gulped down the contents in the bottle until I was half away, when I thought of something.

"Yank. Have you ever felt weird not being here?" I stared at him.

"Relga."

"Times?" I just don't believe anymore.

"Yes, there is a. Just ordinary," Bang Win chuckled.

"Digangguin too?"

He nodded. "It's called a building that's been empty for a long time, isn't it?"

"Yes anyway. How disturbed are you?"

"Neither need to be extended. You don't want to keep me here" he replied.

"Yes, don't." Just as I stopped talking, my eyes suddenly stared at Bang Win's work chair that was spinning slowly. He himself looked at me with a questioning gaze before following the direction of my eyes.

"Well, you know how to talk," he said chuckling. "Don't play woy! It'll break!"

Suddenly, the chair stopped turning and I took a deep breath.

"Don't be afraid, there's me" added Bang Win who made me turn my head.

"There are many, huh?" manya curious. I don't know, even though I'm a coward, something like this arouses my curiosity.

"Yank," reprimanded Bang Win.

"Yes-yes, no more," I replied, narrowing my eyes. "We're now broadcasting the experiment again? How many times does it take to broadcast the experiment, until it can actually broadcast?"

"Nih yeah. The first experimental broadcast, will check the same server electricity this building, strong or not if used together. Well, broadcast the experiment this time, make ngetes generator, function or not if the electricity goes out."

"So later in the broadcast, the electricity will be deliberately killed?" ask again.

"Yes. Later the technique wants to come to check. If it is safe, it means that it is ready to use the broadcast completely.

"Abis magrib again?"

"Yes. Because the electric power goes up usually at night. The use of the night is usually more, so the electrical load reaches its peak from five in the afternoon to ten in the evening" he explained again.

I nodded in understanding.

Tok tok!

The door of the study was knocked by someone from outside, and when it was opened by Bang Win, Mr. Obi was already standing there.

"Get in Mr. Obi."

"Yes, son, sorry to interrupt," said Mr. Obi friendly.

"Not bothering at all. What's the matter, Mr. Obi?"

"This, sir, let's go home first? There's a distant brother whose wife you came from out of town to stop by."

"Please, Sir. I guess what's going on," chuckle Bang Win.

"But, that's my son" Mr. Obi looked doubtful.

"What's up, sir?" ask Bang Win.

"That's what we were talking about with Neng Rebel at the time" replied Mr. Obi in an almost inaudible voice.

"Oh that. Yes sir, I remember. I'm sure at eight all activities are in order," continued Bang Win.

I looked at the two of them alternately full of question marks.

"Alhamdulillah if Nak Win inget. Yes, excuse me, son, Neng?" pamit Mr. Obi.

I smiled nodding and Bang Win stood to take Mr. Obi to the door. After that, he sat down next to me again and took a deep breath.

"Why, Yank?" my question is getting curious.

A doubtful expression could be caught clearly on my husband's face. He looked at me in silence.

"Hey, why?"

"We will not be able to broadcast the experiment today" he replied slowly.

"Why?"

"Because Mr. Obi doesn't exist." Bang Win still looked at me.

"Sir Obi's a genset technician?" I don't get it.

"You don't feel weird, Yank? Why did Rebel Tea say Mr. Obi should stay here and help us all?" Instead of answering, Bang Win asked.

"Yes, because Rebel Tea wants to help Mr. Obi with his job assignment, right?"

"No, no. Because Mr. Obi can handle all the old residents of this building who he said average on a whim."

"Damn it?" many spontaneous.

"Shhhh! That kind. Teh Rebel said, from the time he went to college and often stay here. This building is haunted."

"Wow," I said slowly. "Sir Obi shaman?"

Bang Win laughed. "About a pisan you mah if you say. No, he's a brave worship man. Look at himself when he realized Adul yesterday, right?"

"Yes," I agree. "Well, what if Mr. Obi doesn't exist?"

"Yes that's you. I work for my snacks," I said.

"Haha! Yes, I make a living, you're the one messing around." Bang Win rattled my hair, even though he knew it best, I really didn't like it when my hair was ruffled.

***

After the congregational magrib prayer, we all gathered in the meeting room to get a brief instruction related to the experiment broadcast that inevitably had to be done tonight. This cannot be delayed, because the generator technician only has time tonight.

"Later, the power supply begins to be stopped, the UPS must work before it gets a replacement power supply from the generator," instruction Kang Utep.

UPS or Uninterruptible Power Supply is a tool that provides a short-term backup of electrical energy, so that the tools in the studio can still remain on for a short time before the electricity supply from the generator is received.

"Perhatiin also fitting the process of switching from the main electricity to the generator, if there is equipment down or settings that change."

All of us who were in the meeting room nodded in understanding.

"Yes, at best, yes. Try all broadcasts in unison so that they are done together. Bismil was bornrahmanirrahim, hopefully this time our trial broadcast was successful as well," added Kang Utep.

"Aamiin," everyone present answered in unison and disbanded towards their respective studios.

***

"Ish you! New meni come, Adul!" spray Gia when we're all in the studio.

"Sorry, Tea. Adul's house is far from here," he replied with a breath of breath. "We're broadcasting the experiment again, right? Selow is that. People don't really."

"Si Adul has his mouth pierced," exclaimed Remi looking at him sharply.

"Yes-iya maap," Adu nyengir.

Me and Adul are ready in front of the mic. After getting the cue from Remi, the two of us started talking as if we were on broadcast. About ten minutes later, the lights dimmed. As far as I'm concerned, this is a sign that the power supply is switching to a generator. Spontaneously, I looked at the large monitor in front of me and immediately smiled broadly at the sight of the recording process still running.

Gia who was standing behind Remi's chair was also seen smiling. Remi himself was still staring fixed computer screen that is still on, the sign of UPS functioning optimally, until how many seconds later, when the dim lights back to normal light.

"Alhamdulillah be safe" whined Remi.

"Alhamdulillah," continued us all. I grinned and turned off the mic and took off the headphones.

"Yes! Soon again can be a real broadcast," said Adul cheerfully.

"Udah yuk ah," invited Gia to hold her bag, followed by Remi. Just as we were leaving the studio, Bang Win and Kang Utep approached us.

"Same?" ask Kang Utep.

"Safe, Kang," Remi replied.

"Report was brief in the meeting room, so tomorrow it can be reported to Kang Saija," said Kang Utep. "Can't Win?"

Bang Win looked at the wall clock and nodded. His eyes looked at me with a view that implied that I was not far from him.

Just when we and a few other broadcasters were already gathered in the meeting room, the lights suddenly went out.

"Okay, hell!" exclaim Kang Utep. I could hear the annoyance in his voice. "Euy's block, start a moment," he stood up while turning on the flashlight on his phone.

"Eh, the UPS in each studio is on the job right?" ask us who immediately responded to the nod, before leaving the room with Bang Win.

While waiting for the lights to turn on, some of the announcers moved into the reception room. Because many moved there, me, Gia, Remi and Adul also came out.

Clot!

The sound from the direction of the pantry made me and some of the announcers turned their heads. There was a black shadow coming out from there and into the music storage room.

"Kang Utep instead of electricity, even diem in the pantry" said Adul.

Tok tok tok tok tok tok!

Just when Adul finished talking. There were knocks on the window.

Initially, the knock came from the window in the meeting room that was close to where we were sitting. Over time, almost in each window there was a knocking sound that continued.

"That's what?" rizky asked in a stifled voice, pointing towards the ceiling.

With a makeshift illumination from a few flaming phones, my eyes saw clearly the figure of a disheveled native-haired girl crawling on the ceiling.

"Astagfirefull!" a few broadcasters approached each other. We all froze in our respective positions, and still continued to stare towards the figure, when from behind, we heard footsteps slowly approaching.

The suffocating atmosphere was so dense that it suffocated our breath and made us no one dared to make the slightest sound. A black shadow began to be seen standing in the doorway connecting our room with the back room which was originally the terrace. My heart almost jumped from its place after noticing the black shadow figure had no head. Faintly, a man's voice was heard, singing a song in Dutch.

Hello, Bandoeng! (Hello Bandung)

"Ja's mother, hier ben ik" ("Yes mother, I'm here")

"Dag lieve jongen," zegt zij, met een snik ("Greetings from your granddaughter," she said with a cry)

Hello, hello "Hoe gaat het ouwe vrouw?" (Hello, hello. "How are you, Mom?")

And zegt ze alleen "Ik verlang zo erg naar jou" (Then he said "I miss you so much")

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"Jongenlief," vraagt ze, "hoe gaat het

Met je kleine, bruine vrouw" ("My dear son," he said. "How's your wife")

"Best hoor," zegt hij, en wij spreken ("Good," then he said)

"Elke dag hier over jou" ("Every day we talk about mom")

"En m'n kleuters zeggen's avonds" ("Also our children every night always pray")

"Voor't gaan slapen 'n schietgebed" ("Before they sleep")

"Voor hun onbekende opoe" ("For a grandmother they don't know yet")

"Met 'n kus op jouw portrait" ("They kissed your portrait")

The singing was hypnotic. With my eyes, I saw the bodies of some announcers lose consciousness before they finally woke up, then screamed and cried simultaneously.