The Midnight Radio
Episode 63

"Adul!" I cried when I saw Adul just come in. "Worse you mah! Remi was treated never nengokin, ampe is now home, also never look! Temen, that time?!"

"Ih Inoxu Tea, not that. Adul is also sick, you know yourself a week more not to participate in the broadcast," he replied while sitting on the sofa.

"Eh yes, too" continued Gia. "Where are you, Dul? Absent the old broadcast."

"Contonized, Adul is sick! Adul fever, jolly, because dicerburin mom to the colem again. Abis was not opened the door like aman, so cold to sleep outside."

"Can't you?" many wonder. "What are you causing trouble again?"

"Ish Inoxu Tea, rich Adul who makes trouble! Adul digituin because of the right to go home, mother knows the new cell phone Adul cracked when we run away because someone followed the photo."

"Haha! Why are you angry until you get along?" ask Gia.

"That's my mom who bought it. Just dapet nyicil once," he answered memelasil. Where the crack until the dalem again, so it can't be made."

Gia and I laughed together. "Sukurin" added Gia.

"Eh Mumu where's the tea? Tumben Adu can't see?" tanyakanya.

"So there, abis hanging out in front of the same security guard. Where to now" I replied, looking at the wall clock. There is still time before the broadcast.

"Flatter!" exclaim someone who turns out to be Mumu. He embraced Adul so tightly that it made me and Gia look at each other.

"Why Mu? Heh Mu, why?" ask Adul. Instead of answering, Mumu sobbed. "Here and sit down first! You mah! Asked instead of realizing it even mewek."

Mumu followed Adul's advice to sit on the sofa right in front of me and Gia.

"Why the hell are you? There is Adul even crying. Want you to tea?" manya curious.

"It's not that Ino Tea, Mamu really did not want to tell a story, but Mamang was sick, continued not to come here and here. Mamu's turn to Mamang's house, diomelin the same Nini. Nini said that seriously her work, do not leave maen, Bang Win will be angry," replied Mumu with a clear face.

"Nittle?" ask again.

"Adul's head is his nose, Mumu," explained Adul.

"Oh," I nodded in understanding.

"What the hell is wrong with you? Try the story," asked Adul. Me and Gia focused on listening and subconsciously leaned our bodies towards them.

"I came early and lived in that back room, Mamu used to be Mang, Tea. Just fitting here and here, Mumu often saw there was a shadow of the item pacing back and forth in front of the room."

"How come?" Gia asked.

"The more here the shadow of the item often passes in front of Mumu. Finally, some mallem. Mumu woke up in the middle of the mallem because of the sound of a crying woman from the top floor."

"Can you be confused? 'And you're behind, '" asked Adul.

"Yes, Mumu was curious, continued to dance until finally on the second floor, clearly the cry. At first Mumu thought there was another Ino Tea broadcast, fitting the mallem was not a broadcast schedule. And just checking the studio one-on-one, in the studio room there's nobody."

"Yes, have you told me that this place is rich. How come you're still surprised?" reply Adul.

"Ih Mamang, Mumu has not finished the story. There was no one, Mamu went down again. Meet Teteh announcer wear glasses, hair short, wear a red jacket but wet all his clothes. Again crying while sitting there, tuh," continued Mumu while pointing to the side of the empty sofa next to Gia who suddenly made Gia move to sit.

"The feeling here there is no broadcaster whose characteristics are so rich," murmured Adul.

"Ya Mamu don't know, 'kan Mumu has not memorized the same all the broadcasters here."

"The broadcaster here averaged long hair, if not wearing a veil," added Gia.

"Ya Mumu also finally knew that it was not a broadcaster, because it was just as Momu squirming the figure, not long the lights of this room died, but not for long. Put on the flame again, it's not there, please," Mumu said timidly.

"Woi, on what chat?" exclaimed the new Kang Utep down from the second floor.

"Ngga Kang, just have a normal conversation" said Mumu lowered her head.

"Eh, Mu. Please dong in studio top dipel. No wind, the floor is wet. Almost aja Utep kepeleset," said Kang Utep to sit next to Adul.

"Hii, there and there, far away, ntar nyosor again," Adul glanced cynically.

"Astagfirullah the Adul, say yes this is a child! The nyosor first is not Utep, but you!" Kang Utep denied.

"Did, alesan!" connect Adul.

"Have you gone, on yuk? Get ready," Gia mediates.

"Take care. Eh Mu, want to mengepel ngga? Come, gentlemen! We're on top of this" I said, which made Mumu hurry up and go behind.

We all rushed upstairs after Mumu returned with a mop.

***

"Assalamualaikum warahmatullahi wabarakatuh, good night to all listeners Story of Midnight 12.08FM Radio Rebel Bandung. Inoxu and Adu were present from the second-floor studio to accompany the listeners' nightly rest with a story from our source. A song requested by Sonia Hermawan from Mario Gerardus Klau with Just Because you will be the opening of our story. Stau tuned on and definitely not going anywhere," I said opening the broadcast.

I turned off the mic and looked towards Adul who was contacting the source. Near Gia's desk, Mumu sat pensively and occasionally looked around the studio. He asked us to let him stay here for fear of having to go back down alone.

"Mario Gerardus Klau, better known as Mario G Klau, is simply because of you. At the end of the phone line there is already our source ya gaes huh? No need to wait any longer, let's say hello! Huh hello? Who is this with? From where?"

"Night, who is this with?" ask Adul.

"With Asep on the path of Peace."

"Please Kang Asep, what story do you want?" I changed asking.

"You want to tell me about my time working on the mountain, Inoxu Tea."

"People, Kang Asep," I welcome.

"I have a different 2-year-old. When I was in school, I worked. Sometimes we still like to meet and hang out together just playing guitar. Sometimes, we also like to bring small meals from home to enjoy together."

Zvz! Zvz!

I frowned and held the headphones in my ear. Although faint, there is a hissing sound or noise (nois).

Zvz!

"When I graduated school and worked, the intensity of our meetings diminished. We never hung out together again after I worked for two years. From the stories I heard from other families, my om is working in the mountains. Whether to open the plantation or take the solid rock, I do not know. Bottom line—,"

Zvz! Zvz!

"—he works in the mountains."

Adul looked at me and pointed at the headphones he was wearing. As I looked towards Gia, Gia did the same.

"Every month of Ramadan, I love going home to my grandmother. Coincidentally my grandmother's house and my parents' house are still one RT. The first week of Ramadan, he still likes to go to the mosque to pray five times and also the Quranic tadarus. In week two, his behavior began to strange. Starting from yelling often for no apparent reason, almost menge*kik his mother or my grandmother, climbing a cempedak tree and finally screaming for help because it can not go down, jumping up and down like a ghost of a Chinese film, and then jumping around like a ghost of a Chinese movie, until—."

Zvz! Zvz! Zvz!

"—almost plunge into ju*rang which is still fortunately there is one of the sodara that clay and finally can prevent."

"That's a big deal, Kang?" sahut Adul's.

"Darling, Kang. Therefore, on the agreement of a large family, brought my om this to diruqyah. Oddity re-occurred, when people who treat recite the holy verse of the Quran, om me in a different voice, along with say smoothly. Likewise when the verses of Ruqyah are recited. Out loud, om I recited Ruqyah verses recited by the one who was treating."

Zvz! Zvz!

I let go of my headphone and got up to Gia. "Gi, severe noise huh? Is there a channel leaking? People's broadcast times are coming into our frequency."

"There is none, Xu. Stable all the. I was just wondering why this could be noise. Rich pull-traction frequency with each other channel," replied Gia. I just took a deep breath and returned to my chair.

"The Ruqyah process is carried out every day for a full week. And for his daily life, this om I was not allowed to go out of the house for fear of hurting himself. He was once tied up, but strangely always loose and soon always trance. Until entering the fourth week of Ramadan, my om is already very weak because it rarely eats and drinks. Not long after, he breathed his last breath" Kang Asep told.

"Innalillahi wa innailaihirojiun," cried and Adul kompak.

"The story's not finished until here Kang, Teh. After my father died. There were two cousins who went to work to pick up personal items left behind. There they met one of our coworkers who told my two cousins that this kind of thing happens a lot. I am not the first worker to die with a strange illness after working there. Previously, several workers were recorded to suffer the same fate. Because one of my cousins is curious—."

Zvz! Zvz!

"—ia went to the mountain where om I work, by bringing smart people. They brought a black chicken that was then placed on the mountain. Where exactly, I don't know. Said the smart man, if the chicken is missing, there is a possibility that the mountain waiter asked for a tumbal. If not, then it could be that what befell the workers was just a coincidence.

One of the clever words happened, when they turned around to leave, my cousin was curious and looked back. And what happened, the chickens they had previously put down disappeared without a trace. All around them, there was no one."

"That's a big deal, his name's—." Zvz! Zvz!

Adul's words were cut off by a fairly large noise until a while later. He looked at me with a panicked face. "Why is this, Tea?" tanyakanya.

"Neither know!" I cried while looking at the monitor and checking if there is damage.

Zvz! Zvz!

"...𝙎𝙚𝙩𝙚𝙡𝙖𝙝 𝙖𝙠𝙝𝙞𝙧𝙣𝙮𝙖 𝙞𝙢𝙥𝙞𝙖𝙣 𝙠𝙖𝙢𝙞 𝙗𝙚𝙧𝙙𝙪𝙖 𝙝𝙖𝙢𝙥𝙞𝙧 𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙘𝙖𝙥𝙖𝙞, 𝙥𝙚𝙣𝙮𝙖𝙠𝙞𝙩 𝙨𝙞𝙖*𝙡𝙖𝙣 𝙞𝙣𝙞 𝙢𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙣𝙜𝙜𝙪𝙩𝙠𝙪 𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙞 𝙨𝙞𝙨𝙞 𝙨𝙖𝙝𝙖𝙗𝙖𝙩 𝙗𝙖𝙞𝙠𝙠𝙪. 𝘼𝙠𝙪 𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙪𝙨 𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙜𝙖𝙡𝙠𝙖𝙣𝙣𝙮𝙖 𝙨𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙞𝙧𝙞. 𝘿𝙖𝙡𝙖𝙢 𝙠𝙚𝙨𝙚𝙙𝙞𝙝𝙖𝙣 𝙙𝙖𝙣 𝙠𝙚𝙨𝙖𝙠𝙞𝙩𝙖𝙣 𝙠𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙣𝙖 𝙠𝙪𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙜𝙖𝙡𝙠𝙖𝙣 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙩𝙖 𝙙𝙖𝙡𝙖𝙢 𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙟𝙪𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙖𝙣 𝙙𝙖𝙣 𝙟𝙪𝙜𝙖 𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙖𝙖𝙣 𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙞 𝙤𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙜-𝙤𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙜 𝙨𝙚𝙠𝙞𝙩𝙖𝙧, 𝙙𝙚𝙢𝙞 𝙢𝙚𝙬𝙪𝙟𝙪𝙙𝙠𝙖𝙣 𝙞𝙢𝙥𝙞𝙖𝙣 𝙠𝙖𝙢𝙞 𝙗𝙚𝙧𝙙𝙪𝙖. 𝙈𝙚𝙢𝙗𝙪𝙖𝙩 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙨𝙞𝙪𝙣 𝙧𝙖𝙙𝙞𝙤 𝙠𝙖𝙢𝙞 𝙨𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙞𝙧𝙞 ...."

"Whose voice is that, Tea?" Adul's getting panicked.

"Xu! There's another broadcast leaking into our frequency! That's the sound coming in" exclaimed Gia.

I just nodded with still checking the voice recording on the monitor.

"It's true, Gi! I can't do anything if it leaks mah. Where not to stop closing anyway," I replied.

"It's nothing, let's just all the sound connections from the same mic from the headphones, I report to Kang Utep," said Gia who I hung up the thumb.

After turning off all connections. I took off the headphones. "Go home ajalah yuk?" take me to the others. We cleaned up our personal belongings and walked outside the studio.

"Is it sorted? asked Bang Win who was already standing by the studio door. "There's still fifteen minutes left yet."

"Because it leaked another channel, Bang," I replied. "Initially there was noise as the source of the story again. Long time even rich in frequency. Last sound broadcasts someone else coming in."

"Yes, let Utep check. Going home?" tanyanya reached out her hand.

I nodded before reaching for his hand. At once Bang Win scrambled my hair slowly with one hand, and brought his hand that was holding my hand into the pocket of the hoodie he was wearing.