Time like a dead. Moving slowly to three a clock. For nearly an hour, I reading a number of related articles on Marina Island and Guest House Marina Bay. A lot of the insight I getting from this curiosity. Nothing strange that I have encountered, other than the island of Marina which was once a battlefield. (Read: Part 4)
My attention then turns to the things of physics. Like why a building feels damp and stuffy. I scroll search engine on smartphone screen. Could. There are several articles that explain why a room feels moist.
Based on the article, a room feels damp if the air duct is not good. For example, the absence of windows or ventilation.
Then, I checked the kitchen room. Everything mentioned in this article is indisputable. The lodging kitchen of the inn that we rent for this week, can be categorized healthy. The kitchen have a windows and perfect ventilation. I read the article again.
The humid room can also be caused by water seepage or pipe leakage.
I checked the kitchen room. No signs of stagnans water. No pipes leak, not even a hollow roof. Secure.
"So, what?"
I knocked on the kitchen floor. First knock, solid. Second, third to count sixth, all solid. However, in the seventh beats, just below the sink was another sound. As there is an empty space between the floors with the foundation of the building. I tapped the area around the floor. Empty, empty, empty. "There's an empty space about 2x2 meters." I said to myself.
Then, I checking the floor to the room. Nothing strange besides the empty floor. I headed down the hall to the kitchen room to the bedroom. Back knocking on the floor. I start from the bed room door, then to the living room.
A small of investigation, I got two meters of empty floor in the hallway. His position is parallel to the empty floor in the kitchen. "Does this inn have a basement? If yes, for what?"
To my knowledge, the building construction of Marina Bay is not a stage house. This is really weird. As also, I didn't find an article telling of this building having a basement. The man who rents this inn does not explain about it either.
I'm get out of the inn. Surround at the house parameters. From outside, this house there is no window for the basement. Moreover the door to the basement.
"Maybe it's dark, tomorrow I'll go check again." I speak for myself.
"Aaaaaaa .... aaaa..aaaa ..."
The sound of my children's cry. I hurried into the inn, without noticing the footsteps in the darkness of the night. Until finally I tripped the hard objects.
"Brak ..." I fell down on my feet. The whole body is hurt. I'm trying to get up. Weight. My eyes stared at the sky, stars and clouds. The moon seemed to frown until it closed under the clouds.
The edges of the Mahogany trees is look at like dancing. The leaves seemed to mock me that fell. My child's screaming voice shrank until I could no longer hear anything. The atmosphere became dark. I can't seeing my own hands. While the body still feels heavy. "I hope you're okay," I mumbled, so sad.
The lyrics of "It's My Life" sung by Bon Jovi's band were freshest. The rock group from Sayreville, New Jersey, USA is like being around me. The voice continued to repeat the song It's My Life, until I was surprised. I looked around. Dark. I looked to the left, rows of mahogany trees and meadow began to reveal some of his face. I am confused. "Where is this?"
I look ahead, rocky hill with rock cliffs gripping the ocean. To the right there is a coconut tree. The rest, again and again, mahogany. I then look back: the inn.
Jon Bon Jovi's music is heard again with Reff's It's My Life. I looked around, searching for the origin of this sound. There is light on the grass. I stepped toward the light. "My Android."
My memories started coming back. Yes, Bon Jovi's song deliberately set my smartphone as a ringtone. I reach for the communication device, staring at the screen. "Yusuf called,"
I answered Yusuf's call, "Assalamualaikum."
"Waalaikumsalam, are you okay? I called you since 30 minutes ago after reading WhatsApp message, are you okay?" Yusuf asking.
Yusuf is my youngest brother, whom I ask for help to pick up my wife and my childrens at the inn. Yusuf lives on the main island. He also recommends this island as our family holiday destination. Yusuf initially disagreed, when know I renting Guest House Marina Bay.
Yusuf said, the inn had been empty for decades. One of the heirs of this inn also never comming at that the inn. The building is even entrusted to local residents, whose rent can be used for local youth activities.
"Oh yes, please pick up my wife and my kids tomorrow, something is wrong and interrupt our vacation, I'll tell you when you're here," me said.
"Okay, I'll try to get there soon, if there's anything, you call Engku. He lives in the village, near the inn, just say you're my brother," Yusuf said. "I'll send the number by message," Yusuf said again.
"I'll call him at dawn, Assalamualaikum."
I gasped. I'm remember, I had fallen when heard the crying of the childrens. I hurried to the inn. "Honey, why are the children?" I'm asked my wife. She looked confused.
"You're okay? Why your body like that? The clothes are dirty? Your arms and forehead are also bleeding. My wife asked back.
"I was outside, wanting to see things around because could not sleep, when I heard the sound of the children crying, I half ran to go to the inn, but my legs tripped something and falling down," I said.
"Don't make joke like that, you just came out of the bedroom saying wants to go to the toilet, you also made milk for the eldest, right?" My wife glared.
I am confused with my wife's explanation, because I'm from the outside. "No, I've been outside, swear, by Allah." I'm reassuring her. My wife's face was pale. She lost his words. Her hand is holding my arm. Cold. "Are not you kidding me?"
"Right, I'm not kidding."
"Well, it's not you who made milk kids? Honey, I'm scared," my wife said.
The window curtain flew over the wind. "Tuar .... geruduk..duk ....." The weather changed suddenly. Lightning strikes, the wind blows a hard. Rain is falling. My wife and me looked at each other. "Tuaaaarrr ...." [] (to be continued...)
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