Mystery Hotel 27
First Day of Terror
I stared at the maps in the car carefully, I did not want to miss a single item from the road directions. I did not go alone but was accompanied by my husband Bagas. Bagas used to live in this area but he has been in town for a long time since his father and mother died. At least Bagas mas can still be said as a citizen here, while I was born and raised in the city until the age of 24 new years to this village. Mas Bagas already told me about his village but I didn't expect a village with him.
Dad never told me about his village so I never knew about this. My mom has been dead since I was in junior high school in 1st grade. I remember very well how the mother died in an unnatural way, the mother was in good health but at night the mother even showed strange behavior by strangling her own neck to leave bruises. Though the mother is famous as someone who is good among many people, but at the end of his life he faced God in a strange and sudden way.
Since the death of my mother, my relationship with my father has also been strained because I consider the death of my mother to be caused by a father who is too busy and causes my mother to get sick without being known by anyone. We lived on a mediocre basis but dad always tried to give my best even until I was married to Mas Bagas after girlfriendana for 2 years. My father died of a heart attack at my sister's house. So I have a half-brother named Ratih, who is always looking after and caring for my father. But my father died without a penny of inheritance including for me and also Ratih.
I returned to focus on looking around, it turns out that the village of Jati Ireng is not remote, can be seen with very adequate facilities and infrastructure and also magnificent buildings along the way. This sight fascinated me, as well as Mas Bagas who was very enthusiastic when entering the Village area.
“Mas still no family here?” I asked to look at my husband.
“I also don't know for sure deck, because it's been a long time. But I'm sure there must still be family from father and mother. It's just that this village has very far changed.” Said Mas Bagas watching the surroundings solemnly.
Before long we followed Maps finally we arrived in front of a multi-storey building with a very strong feel. But it looked very quiet and we went down to enter. When I first entered I felt a cold wind sweep my face slowly, Mas Bagas was still outside parking the car.
Although it was a bit dark but I could see a luxurious and clean hotel, I immediately went to the receptionist to inquire about the owner of this hotel. A Woman behind the reception desk was a middle-aged Woman who smiled calmly. I glanced at the name tag written in a thick font, Hartati. Soon came a man who looked older than this mother. I stared at the two alternately who were clenching their hands as his friendly welcome.
“Sorry mbak, manager of this hotel where ya?” Ask me to return their smiles first.
“I am in charge with this hotel mbak.” Answer the father politely.
I then explained about the intent of my arrival which made the two of them stare at each other.
“You are his son Mr Juna?”
“Iya sir.” Answer friendly.
They then invited me to enter the room of the father in charge of this hotel first, accompanied by Mas Bagas who had just arrived. Along the way to the manager's room, Mas Bagas said his suspicion why in the hotel is so big and luxurious his workers are two people who are not young anymore. Although we were surprised, we kept calm.
Along the corridor there was nothing strange, I could see children running around as well as young girls who were busy playing mobile phones, as well as some men who were smoking casually. We were then directed to take a see-through elevator so we could see out. When I entered it I was amazed because the people I saw were no longer there.
Mas Bagas and the hotel's in charge told each other, until we knew his name was Mr. Bhishma. In the midst of our conversation, I immediately asked in astonishment.
“Where did they all go?” Ask wonder.
“Means deck?” Tanya Mas Bagas raised his eyebrows.
“So there are a lot of people right.” My words pointed towards the corridor of the hotel lounge room that filled many people.”
“There are rarely any guests mbak, most only tourists who come the rest are no.” Said Mr. Bhishma listlessly.
“But I saw there were a lot of people”.
“Mbaknya may soybean.” Refute Mr. Bhishma with an uncomfortable face and make me suspicious.
“Iya dear maybe the effect you are tired and lack of sleep is also right.”
“Emmmm...” It's possible, let alone take 13 hours to get here. I was just hallucinating, I said deeply.
Before long we arrived at the 2nd floor, the manager room of the hotel. I entered the room, and Mr. Bhishma began to tell me about my father's hotel. Not to forget that I showed you the certificate of ownership of this hotel.
Mr. Bisma explained, that this hotel is indeed very quiet but only applies during the day, at night it will be very crowded.
“Why is that sir?” Said Mas Bagas curious.
“Then why only Tati's father and mother are here?” Also ask.
“Other employees will come at night Mbak.”
“Ohh like that.”
“Then how much is the income turnover of this hotel sir?”
“Can reach 5 Billion in one year Mbak.”
“But it's still beyond rent and means here.”
My mouth is almost perfectly rounded, how could Dad hide this huge source of money and choose to live a simple life and make me his son suffer with poverty.
After chatting with Mr. Bhishma, Mas Bagas and I were escorted to the 4th floor to enter the room to rest. So this 27 hotel consists of 5 floors, each floor has the characteristics of its residents. On the 4th floor, guests will checkout at any time, while on the other floor can checkout for a matter of weeks and months. So the explanation of Mr. Bhisma earlier that makes me and Mas Bagas feel confused because the concept of this hotel is like an apartment.
Mr. Bhishma gave us the key and passed away, as he entered my room dancing to see a very clean and full of facilities.
“The room is very good yes deck, but why even deserted gini.” Say Mas Bagas after laying his body on the Mattress.
I chose to take a shower and arrange our luggage, because Mas Bagas and I will stay here from now on let alone know the benefits of this hotel are very much.
After the bath, I found that Mas Bagas had fallen asleep very soundly. Then there was a very loud knock on the door from the outside. It may be Mr. Bhishma who knocks but is impressed disrespectful if he knocks in a big voice. I approached the door and looked through the door. But there's nothing. I tried to open the door and look around but there was no one. I then entered the room and while locking the room, again the sound of knocking was heard. I then opened the door again but this time I saw a pair of eyes that made me instantly startled, screamed and stepped back. A pair of mats that looked bloody and horrible.
Mas Bagas woke up because the sound of my screams immediately jumped from the bed and asked me to sit down.
“What's the deck?”
“A…..A….AD”
“What's the deck?”
“There are people in front of the door Mas.”
Mas Bagas immediately stood up and opened the door, but for a long time he was outside there was no one. Mas Bagas then entered to lock the door, but the door of the room could not also be closed like something was stuck.
“Why Mas?”
“Do not know the deck, but can not close the door.”
“Mas thrust strongly.” I said give advice.
Mas Bagas followed my instructions and finally succeeded.
“Any.” Gerrutu Mas Bagas's.
Not enough 24 hours here, but I already feel a bad feeling about this hotel, I began to doubt my choice to stay at this hotel. I feel this hotel is also very strange, but it could also be too overthingking plus Mas Bagas continues to say I was just hallucinating.
at dinner, Mas Bagas and I went downstairs, it seems I was very surprised because the atmosphere of the hotel is very different from last afternoon which is no less strange I could not find the whereabouts of Mr. Bisma and Mbak Hartati anywhere.
Her beautiful maid allowed us to enter but I felt insecure because only I was wearing makeshift clothes while the others looked neat. I accidentally saw the kids running around this afternoon. So calling them and giving them cake, they smiled happily. But I haven't gone one of the kids with braids whispering something that made my whole body go limp.