The Midnight Radio
Episode 14

"Assalamualaikum warahmatullahi. Good night listeners everywhere. Inoxu from the second-floor studio The Story of Midnight 12.08FM Radio Rebel Bandung is back on this cold, rainless night."

For this broadcast, I acted a little formal due to a visit from the owner of the radio where I work. Keep the image yes!

"Over the next hour and a half, we will be presenting the life stories of the faithful listeners of Rebel radio. As an opening, an old chat from Hetty Koes Endang with Standing Romaku Feathers, a request from Rafina's listeners to accompany us all tonight. Happy listening and don't go anywhere."

I turned off the mic and selected some incoming messages that Gia had selected. After connecting with the source, I asked him to wait for a moment.

"Stand up, Mom, my Roman Feathers. Whoa, yoo! All applause! Hey-ah! Uh-uh!" seruku. For a moment I forgot if there was a number one person on this radio who participated in the broadcast, because it was carried away by the atmosphere of a fun song. It was Gia and Remi's eyes that awakened me.

"That's Hetty Koes Endang with my Romance Feather Stand. This song was successful in its time and its richness is still okay to listen to in this day and age. Yak! As we all have been waiting for, at the end of the connection there are already our speakers who will share the story. Huh hello? From who and where?"

"Hello Inoxu Tea, this is with the Saints in Cicaheum."

"Please Holy Tea" I said.

"I just moved to a new home. I'm the mother of one six-year-old son."

"House of horror is sure," as I am.

"What a Tea. We moved into a new house when my son was four years old. The first night at home, my son could not sleep and cried continuously while pointing to the top of the closet. He said someone was looking. Out of fear, he asked to move to sleep in the tv room, not want to be in the room. Yes, my husband and I followed her from a night without sleep. Uh in the tv room my son was crying again. This time he squirms towards the middle door that leads to the kitchen. He said there were other brothers sitting on the window porthole. Those brothers from earlier thought he kept on waving his hands."

"That drug?" my many.

"Yes Tea. I was afraid of half ma*ti, but I had to nenangin child. So I told my son to tell the brothers that we're all new residents of this house and don't be disturbed. Not long, my son began to calm down and can sleep even though the whole sleep should be embraced."

"That little girl, that indigo, Tea?" ask again.

"Maybe it's tea. I don't understand. Before moving here too, my son used to play and talk to himself. He said there was a friend in the room we were in. Do not want if invited to take a nap, alesannya at play with brother. Once Teh, I prank to a nephew who can squirm rich things. And my niece said, there's a bald little boy the same age as my son who likes to play games."

"Certainly Sacred Tea would have stayed in the serem house or moved?"

"Put here for Tea. For a week, my son still likes to cry the lines at night. But over time mah ngga. Even now it's very selow. We've been here two years. And thank God it's still fine."

"Alhamdulillah, be relieved of his horror. Is there any more Holy Tea?"

"It's tea at best. Make Tea? I have the opportunity to share my story."

"That's the Sacred Tea in the Cicaheum with its story. Yes, it is undeniable that many humans have abilities, above normal human abilities. One of them was the son of Holy Tea. Most likely, the Sacred Tea child was an indigo child because it could see things that were invisible to other humans. Maybe yes?

One song by the Panbers or Pandjaitan Brothers and the Old Church will close our meeting this time. I am Inoxu and the whole team please leave. See you in other stories in the Story of Midnight 12.08FM Radio Rebel Bandung. Stay healthy and keep the spirit, wassalamualaikum warahmatullahi wabarakatuh."

I turned off the mic and heard that the song had been played before removing the headphones.

"Cool this! This broadcast rating is quite high for the class of midnight broadcast programs," said the radio owner. "You need property, especially, will you say yes? Perhaps occasionally want to ngundang guest star, can be arranged for the addition of property."

Me, Gia and Remi smiled widely. We chatted for a few moments later until the radio owner left the studio.

"Are we going to move studios?" gia Proposal.

"It's up to you, but I'm enjoying it here. In another studio later even re-acquainted with the residents, can berabe ah," I replied.

"Yes, I'm at home here too. Although the serem but yes long-time usual," Remi timpal.

"Yes, just here. The artisan fled first was quite brave now," Kekeh Gia. "Well, isn't it Xu?"

I did not focus on hearing Gia's words because I was fixated on a single point in the dim corner of the room. Among the broadcast tools, there was a pair of eyes staring at me without blinking.

"Xu's? Xu's? Denger no?" ask Gia.

I still stared at those pair of eyes.

"Inoxu?!" call Remi a little loud.

"Diem! I look at the same eyes in the corner again."

Suddenly, the two of them stared at my eyes and each gasped.

"Xu, get rid of Xu" whispered Gia. He and Remi looked back at me.

"We're safe, Gia, if Xu doesn't run. At most, someone will be jolted again," Remi added. The two turned their heads towards the pair of eyes I was in when I suddenly stood up and ran out of the studio after previously snatching my bag.

"An*jir the Xu! Kirain is brave!" maki Gia before him and Remi came running after me.