MY HUSBAND STROKED BUT DID NOT DIE
Chapter 24 WHO HE IS

I kept running until I got to our table. Then immediately hugged the Arka mas who was sipping coffee. Until the coffee spills.

Nafasku. Mas Arka immediately calmed me down. And put me in the chair next to him.

Yola gave me the water. I drink it immediately. I also took my breath again. Then lean my body on the chair.

"What's the matter, baby?" asked Arka, while her hand stroked my arm.

"Yes, what's up Ar, you're running around chasing demons. Don't know what, if you're pregnant?" ask Yola too.

I let out my breath. Yes, I did run off the ridge, regardless of my stomach which is now in it.

Before answering their questions, I looked to the right and left. I was afraid that the man was around us.

I swallowed my saliva which was dry. I took Yola's water again, and drank it, to wet my throat.

"So when I came out of the toilet, I saw the man who was helping us on the street. He stood in front of the musholla and looked at me sharply" I stammered.

Then I grabbed the water again, and chugged it down. Yola glared at me. I was surprised to hear my story. Or because of the drink I spent.

"What are you Ar?" yola asked, looking less sure.

I nodded my head. And hold Arka's hand tightly. I turned back to the right and to the left.

"Maybe you saw it wrong, baby. That guy just went away. It's not possible that suddenly he's here" said Mas Arka, trying to calm me down.

I was silent to Arka's words. There's a point too. Maybe I saw it wrong.

But I still very much remember her rather creepy face. And he was looking at me sharply.

I tried to cast off that scary shadow. In my heart I wish I was the wrong one.

Yola had been going to the toilet too, so undo her wishes. He was also afraid of meeting this man.

"Come, he said. Ntar wet the car" Deni, while teasing Yola. Yola shook her head. Maybe he'd better hold back his pee, than to see him again.

Mas Deni got up from his seat, he said he wanted to go to the toilet too. He said, if you ever see that person again, he will thank you, because he was helped.

We continue to enjoy our orders. I've been ordered warm oranges by Arka mas. Because I'm pregnant, Arka's mas forbid me to drink coffee.

Mas Arka tried to break the tension, with a lot of storytelling. There's something about it, to comfort me and Yola.

From a distance, I saw Deni walking with his face bent. What's wrong with her?

He immediately approached us, and sat back in his chair. His face was not as bright as before, when he was about to go to the toilet.

"What's the matter beb?" ask Yola. I was curious to see her husband's face change.

"Nothing beb. Just tired" replied Deni. Then sip back the coffee.

But I feel like something's been hidden by Mas Deni. Last time she went to the toilet, she was still smiling seductively at Yola.

We all fell silent. Even the Arka mas who had talked a lot, fell silent.

Until finally, we decided to continue our journey. I walked while hugging Arka's arms tightly. My eyes are straight ahead. I dare not look to the left.

His face looks a little pale. Yola opened the middle door for her husband.

We continue our journey in silence. Good thing in a moment, we will enter the toll road. It's safer for us. Not having to go through a stressful lonely road.

We heaved a sigh of relief, as our car began to enter the toll gate.

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We arrived in Jogja. About ten o'clock in the night. Our bodies are already feeling very tired. We immediately find the address of the hotel that has been ordered by mas Deni via online.

After we got to the address of the hotel, we were all stunned. His appearance was far from our expectations.

We thought we were going to enter a star hotel, which is modern. With a pampering facility. As I often see on the Internet.

It turned out that the hotel, in the form of a fairly old building. And it's more creepy than the restaurant, where we were resting.

"Isn't this our wrong address?" ask me Arka.

"The address and the name of the hotel are the same Ka" replied Deni.

We looked at each other. I shook my head towards the Arka mas. The creepy male shadow that I had seen at the restaurant, flashed again.

I don't want to, suddenly I see him here again. Even if it's very unlikely.

"Beb, I don't want to stay here" Yola told Deni.

Deni also looked confused. He paid for it in full, two rooms, for the next three days.

Mas Deni said, he saw his photo in an online service, not like this. Although not including a star hotel, but this hotel offers a natural atmosphere. Typical jogja.

The photo features rooms with traditional shades. With hotel staff wearing traditional clothes. The food that will be served is all Javanese cuisine. Not like in a star hotel, with western-style food.

Anyway all presented with an exotic Javanese touch. That's the explanation from Deni.

We returned to our eyes. And I kept shaking my head. Because what I see now, is not a hotel with a Javanese feel, but a creepy old building.

Yola refused it. He insisted on finding another hotel. Even if you have to pay again.

"Yes, we're looking for another hotel. Than we can't sleep. Later let me pay for the hotel" said Mas Arka relented.

Yes it is true. We will not be able to sleep if we have to stay at the hotel. We are both tired. We are rest workers.

"Where's bro?" ask Arka again. Because Deni is still silent.

"Beb, I don't want to stay here anyway. There are still many other hotels. Let's look for it again. There must be" Yola still stubbornly refused.

I was thinking, why does Deni look confused? His face also looked gloomy. Is he really tired?

Or because, he saw that creepy man too, in the recorder earlier?

We're still quiet with each other. No one's making any more noise. Still with each other's minds. We saw a man, wearing a raincoat, standing at the door of the hotel.

As soon as we screamed. And Arka immediately turned his car around. Pressing down on the gas and darting, leaving the old building.