The Midnight Radio
Episode 4

"Xu! Look out if you ran away rich yesterday, I'm a real bitch."

Gia's threat was the first thing I heard as soon as I walked into the studio tonight. "I'm sorry, I'm afraid of the sound without any form of it."

"Gee! Even get discussed. Just saying yes is it hard?!"

"Yes Gia, yes" I said briefly.

I walked to the broadcast table and took out a bottle of mineral water and a rice-filled lunch box from inside the backpack.

"Not eaten malem?" ask Remi who just came in.

"Udah, just want to eat again" I said as I sat down.

"Mutih fasting? Eating rice?" timpal Gia approached and sat down next to me.

"Udah pesen satay tuh in front, briefly again among the most."

"Eh Xu!" call Gia. "We get a lot of ads to be displayed in the hours of our broadcast."

"Alhamdulillah, next month's snacks are safe," I looked back at him.

"That's why, we have to keep running this program. Many are interested in the Midnight Story. Who wants to tell a lot of stories."

"Yes walk. I want to stop if you want to keep going. That's the producer." I was still staring at Gia and leaning back.

"That's the problem. From day one, only the nurse's story from the hospital was safe. Others want to run away, no? Presumably we're all here mentally gatotkaca times, not afraid the same as that."

"Why again, we can't ask the listener to share the story as we want. They want to share horror stories that must be other than horror," he said.

"Yes that's him. Therefore, for the sake of next month's snacks are safe, the ads that enter a lot, we must be mentally strong with the horror of any story that is given by the source."

"Yes-yes okay," I replied.

"Don't be okay with you! Yesterday you were the fastest!"

I laughed, "I'm sorry, 'it's spontaneous."

"Just we need to be mentally strong, okay?"

Yes, okay-okay," I replied again.

"Goody!" gia closed the conversation.

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"12.08 FM Radio Rebel Bandung. Assalamualaikum listeners everywhere. The story of Midnight with Inoxu back on the air on a night that was again quite cold. As always, we come up with a variety of stories from sources we will contact after one slick song from Christina Perri with Jar of Heart which is requested by a 'the girl who always misses you even if you're far away'. Ow hell! Really long, huh? Happy listening and make sure not to go anywhere."

I snorted after turning off the mic. To reduce the tension caused by the Story of Midnight, Gia added sessions to receive song requests from listeners.

The satay of my order Remi had brought into the studio was already on the table, ready to eat. Unfortunately, I have to wait until the broadcast ends and prefer to contact our source this time. After a briefing, I again waited until the song finished playing and Remi signaled.

"3,2,1!" Remi raised her thumb sign I could continue the broadcast.

"Yeay, jar of hearts aka Jar of Heart by Christina Perri further add syahdu tonight. Welcome to the listeners who have just joined the Story of Midnight. Enjoy this broadcast for the next hour and a half. Try not to run away before it is finished because at the end of the event there will be a cash prize quiz for two winners. And at the end of the line there's already a source for tonight. Please introduce yourself."

"Inoxu Tea Night, I'm Alex."

"Good night Kang Alex. Please, what story to share?" my many.

"I want to tell you about last week's experience going to my grandmother's house, Tea."

"People, please Kang Alex," I'd welcome. Gia walked slowly over to my desk and opened the satay I bought slowly.

"Seek a little, laper," he whispered.

I nodded and focused on Kang Alex who was about to start telling stories.

Since I was only able to go pick up my mom after work, I finally arrived at my grandmother's house around nine in the evening. My mom offered to buy something for dinner, but I refused because I had to go out again. As I recall, many salespeople often pass in front of grandma's house and choose to wait until someone passes.

Until eleven o'clock at night, no salesmen passed by, while I already felt a very lager. So I don't want to, I have to go out for dinner. Well, really fit I want to wear a jacket, the sound of sataymen passing by. Yes, yes, I did buy satay."

"Well, eat satay! I also just bought satay. Even though now it's almost not restless," I glanced at the cynical Gia who responded with a big smile.

"Hehe." Kang Alex's chuckling voice made me feel anxious.

"Keep buying the sat?" ask me to divert the discomfort in the heart.

"So Tea. Fitting that satayman just came out, so the stock of the satellite is still a lot. After buying satay, I went in and locked the door. I put satay on the dinner table, and I went for a while to the bathroom. When I went out of the bathroom, my mom got up and went to the bathroom. He asked who I was talking to. I replied, I just bought satay and had a chat for a while the same one that sold it.

I went to the kitchen to get rice, back to the dining room, my mom was sitting there. Kaya wants me to eat. But my mama's face was a little weird, Tea."

"How weird?" many quick.

"The rich are astonished. Then he asked again, I bought satay from a seller who characterized how. Because there is nothing strange, yes I said if I buy satay from the fathers of sellers whose bodies are a little fat continue to wear hats. At that moment my mother was immediately shocked and wastigfar, Tea."

"Loh, why?"

"He said, the characteristics of the satire was exactly the same as the satayman who had just died from being hit by a car not far from my grandmother's house. I was shocked, but still trying to calm down, Tea. I told my mom, maybe it was a coincidence. And just as my mom was pointing satay at the plate, I realized immediately that my mom's story was true."

"Why the saty?"

"Tea fragrance, scorched of trees. The appearance is disheveled, there is a small tenacity that is," replied Kang Alex.

I looked at Gia who stopped from pulling the skewer in her mouth. The face of my producer seemed to be withstanding the extreme nausea. A few seconds later, he took off the coarse headphones and ran outside the studio.

"So who sells satay is that demon?" ask again. I flinched as Remi patted her forehead hard and instantly realized that I had misquired.

"It could be tea. Whether the devil, whether the genie, whether the spirit is a satay seller," replied Kang Alex lightly. "But the story didn't finish that way. That night I did not eat dinner. Her satenya was thrown by my mama into the trash can in the kitchen. Abis, my mother went back to sleep in the room. As I was sleepy, I also went into the room. But strangely my room stinks of satay. It stinks so much. A mixture of charred meat that is flush with that spice. It was so thick that I was short of breath. I woke up again and meant to sleep outside. But again, when I was half asleep, rich people paced near me. It continues until dawn."

"Who's the satay, huh?"

"Yes rich tea. The next morning, I told my mom and grandma. It turns out they said, many neighbors have been looked at one by one. Mamang satenya always knock on the door of the house and ask for help to find the part of his body that was scattered when hit by a train."

"Astagfirefull!" my spoken. The cold began to spread from the soles of my feet.

"Yes tea, I was also shocked when the story of my mother and grandmother."

"His grandmother lives alone, Kang?"

"My aunt's partner. Coincidentally fitting sick, my aunt again no need to get out of town. It's been a while, my mama's been there to take care of it."

"OKAY. Serem is also Kang Alex, the story goes. Any more follow-ups?" ask me after looking towards Remi who reminded me of the duration.

"Tea, that was my experience last week."

"OK if that's it. Kang Alex, thank you so much for the story. Stay healthy" I said in the end.

"Ready tea, equally," replied Kang Alex before closing the connection.

"Well listener! One horror story from Kang Alex adds to the list of horror stories that occur in our daily lives. As we know, there are other creatures that coexist with us, the humans. If you want to talk scared, who would be afraid? Moreover, the story of gini rich that happens a lot in society. Yes, I too have long been afraid of myself. After this there is a quiz that can be answered by the listener and give a total of hundreds of thousands of rupiah for two winners. One song from Padi Mahadewi will be the closing of the Story of Midnight this time. Inoxu and the rest of the team leave, see you again on Monday at eleven p.m. Wassalamualaikum warahmatullahi wabarakatuh."

"Italynusalam ...."

I was stunned to hear the greeting answer right from behind me. After turning off the mic, I took off the coarse headphones, grabbed my phone and bag and ran towards the door leaving Remi alone with a look of wonder.

"Someone answered my greetings just now! Behind me is a wall" I cried as I arrived at the door.

Bruaks!

As I thought. Remi slammed the headphone, before running out of the room following my lead.