The Midnight Radio
Episode 17's

"Where's the adul?" I asked Gia and Remi who were already in the studio. I was almost too late to come because I had to pull over for a moment when the fire engine drove by.

"Working her, feverish," Gia answered withholding laughter.

"Those yesterday?"

"himsy anyway. He also said he wanted to resign. Long-long fear of working here," Remi added.

"Well, yeah? Who said it, you guys?"

"Makinja. His mother came here and said that Adul could not broadcast," replied Remi.

"Well, what a pity, it's delicious when he's. Although spaneng is the same behavior, but we are safe from demit-demit."

"Yes," the two agreed.

I headed to my desk and checked everything before Remi asked me to standby. Within seconds, our show was already on water.

"Assalamualaikum warahmatullahi. Inoxu was present from the second floor studio The Story of Midnight Radio Rebel Bandung. How are all the listeners? May always be healthy and in the protection of Allah SWT yes, aamiin. I had a little story on my way to the Rebel radio station. On the road, I met a fire truck.

As we heard on the news. Lately many fires have occurred in several points in the city of Bandung. From the start of storage dus warehouse, market even Bandung city hall as well. The cause of the average fire is due to electrical short circuit. Listen to all, please be careful. Checked again that the electrical lines in his home each. If it looks chaotic or most plugs, it's good to make a new path. Anyway, always be vigilant because the name of disaster can come when.

One old song from The Corrs with Radio, Iin Susanti's tea request will be the opening of the Midnight Story this time around. Stay tuned and don't go anywhere."

I turned off the mic and started to pick a source for tonight. After several calls and the results zonk, the last connection was successfully lifted by the next selected resource. I asked to wait for a moment at the end of the line until the song finished playing.

"That's The Corrs with Radio. One of my favorite bands in school. I used to fantasize about making a band with my brothers because of the squirming of this band whose personnel are also brothers.

Yak, do not have to linger again, at the end of the connection, we have been connected to the source tonight. Huh hello? With whom where?"

"Hello Inoxu Tea, this is Jaka in Dago."

"Hi Kang Jaka, what story do you want?" my many.

"You want to tell the story of the incident right in the village of Temen, Tea."

"Mango," I'm inviting.

"So the weekend two weeks ago I went to my office in East Java. At that time, I got word from his family that his mother was sick. Because it was sudden and also far away, he had no more time for airline tickets or public transportation tickets. He came back to the village with a car. For fear of cape on the road, the minister asked me to come along so that all the change of nyetir. Because the work is not too much, I want to.

We left the next day after the meeting I got word from the village, and decided to start before dawn. Long trip to the village can be a full day but because there is already a Trans Java toll road, it could be more flat to arrive.

The beginning went smoothly. Until finally we arrive in the city of Surabaya and intend to cross to the next island where my village is located. Just arrived at the bridge that is quite famous, the position was already magrib. We agreed to stop at one of the roadside mosques after crossing the bridge. And it turns out that from our position to my village it is still about three to four hours away because it is located at the very end. We stopped in the city center for dinner.

Because my friend was sleepy, I took over to drive again. My friend has already set gps so far safe. Long story short until we finally in my village about ten o'clock at night. We went straight to my mother and thank God the pain was not severe. We're going to relax too, right, Tea."

"Yes, really, at best, have you seen the condition of the parents first, Kang?"

"That's really. Towards midnight after all my family was sleeping, me and my friend were sitting on the terrace drinking coffee because the weather there was very hot. In addition, because it is quite cape, it even makes us unable to sleep because of the pegels. Yes, hanging out is the wind.

Right after midnight, my eyes squirm richly there is a flash in the sky, but not lightning huh. Rich in light that way tea, the color is red light. I'm curious about going to my desk. Surprisingly, my friend was even rich who was afraid to keep pushing me inside. After that, he also let me sleep. Out of curiosity, what's wrong with me."

"Why why, Kang?" manya curious.

"So, if my friend says that. In the village he is still a lot of shamanic practices. And the light we saw earlier was a sign that someone was sending magic to the targeted person."

"Are you good to Kang?"

"Yes Tea, that's kind of it. But if the one sent in the form of red light can be ascertained tomorrow someone dies."

"Well! And then someone dies really tomorrow?"

"There's Tea. At dawn there was an announcement at the mosque. Who died an old pregnant woman and her house is not far from my family house."

"Innalallahi, how is Kang?"

"Citizens are shocked because previously this woman did not hurt anything. Those who understand, do understand, but they are diem-diem. Want to recite but there is no evidence, then even make a race and kasian to the family of the late home. The atmosphere was so different that it felt so bad after this neighbor died, Tea."

"Hororor but not even as lonely as last night when I just came. So if you say temen anyway, in his village, if there is a woman who died in a state of pregnancy, the grave is guarded to forty days."

"Why, Kang?"

"The first, because many want to take the shroud ma*yat Teh. He said to the sciences that, do not understand me as well. And the second one, which makes me personally quite a serem."

"What tuh?"

"Said women who died soon after becoming pregnant can be the target of certain shamans to then be resurrected again but in a different form. Rough, kuntilanak tea. Kuntilanak this could be the son of the shaman to then become his accomplice to send black magic."

"Astagfireullah! Continuously?"

"Yes do not know what it will be, will I hunt back to Bandung before forty days. Just that makes goosebumps, my fitting experience called someone again time to coffee after magrib on the terrace."

"Who's Kang?"

"The dead woman, Teh. I don't know, I don't know how rich his face is. So, fitting there is an old pregnant woman wearing a long batik negligee negur yes I answer. He knew that I was rich again talking to people, as he looked out of his window and there was no one. Because of my name, I tell a story about the characteristics of pregnant women who were negur. It even says it's a house. My family said the rich are so strange in their village. I'm the only one who's been told that it's so hot that it's cold to go back to Bandung."

"Ih Kang, serem is so! But it's safe 'has it arrived in Bandung?"

"Safe Tea, thank God.

"Alhamdulillah. Is there a follow-up to the story, Kang Jaka?"

"Udah The most delicious tea. Makasi Teh, I have heard my story. Healthy and successful for Radio Rebel."

"Thank you, Kang Jaka. Make up the story too, healthy always huh?" my reply closed the conversation and fixed the connection.

"Serem also the story of Kang Jaka just now? Fortunately the village is far from here, hehehe. One presentation from Kahitna with Love Story request from Ibun Aksha to be the end of our meeting this time. Inoxu and the team farewell, see you again in the Story of Midnight 12.08FM Radio Rebel Bandung. Wassalamualaikum warahmatullahi wabarakatuh."

I turned off the mic and looked towards the door where Bang Win had just entered. "Not broadcast?" tanyakanya.

"Ngga, Bang. He's sick," replied Gia.

I took off my headphones and stuffed my personal belongings into the bag, then approached the two. Remi also looks to be cleaning up the goods.

"That, under there is Adul nyari, beautiful girl," explained Bang Win.

I gasped and turned towards Gia and Remi who looked surprised. "Duh Bang, tell me to go home," I said softly.

"Loh why? His friends come when they're told to go home?"

"Yakan Adul also did not enter. Anyway, there was an incident during the last broadcast with him. Bang Win went straight out of the studio, so don't know" Gia said. He then recounted the incident during the broadcast yesterday when we left Adul alone in the studio with a figure who was only half the body.

Tok tok!

Right after the story, the window was knocked from the outside. Me, Gia and Remi simultaneously approached Bang Win and hid behind his back.

"Look at Bang, come back it was Adul," I said slowly.

Calmly, Bang Win advanced towards the window while the three of us stayed in place close to each other.

The srek!

I saw Bang Win open a sliding window and saw the figure we saw during the last broadcast. My heart was pounding automatically as it imagined its half body, floating outside the window.

"An*jir! Rek naon ai sia? Nyingsieunan adi - in aing?! Tong came deui mun embung diduruk! A mantog! (the an*jing! What do you want?! Nakutin my sisters?! Don't come again if you don't want to be read! Go home!)" bang Win Exclamation.

My eyes bulged at the sight of the figure hovering backwards then flying out of nowhere. My knees were limp and I almost fell on the floor when Bang Win closed the window.

"Beres-beres, we go home," he asked the three of us.

With all my might I walked up to take my bag just like Gia and Remi. We came out of the studio, followed Bang Win who had already walked outside.