This story happened if I did not mistake in 1985. At that time I was still demanding a misunderstanding of an institution of higher learning. I stayed at the 4th floor. At that time most students returned home because of the weekend. Then stay with my roommate.
We are not back because busy preparing a term paper. The clock shows at 2:30 in the morning. Our roommate has long dreamed. He was unwell since the evening. The weather is somewhat dreary with flash light once it's time to rain it's coming soon. My study desk faces the window. The outside atmosphere is dark. Occasionally when lightning flashes, it detects dry exposure outside. Wind blowing faster. I slow the radio to not disturb Aming. His broadcast was often disturbed when flashing. Suddenly I was shocked to hear Aming moan. He romped.
I can not hear what he mentioned. He looked anxious. Her eyes were tightly closed. His body was just like a man tied up. Her legs are seizures and her hands grind the fists. Once again I was horrified when I heard a loud voice outside. My hair feels standing up. This can not be so, think of my heart. I tried to surprise Aming. He still raved. Her hot body feels as if she's holding her breath. The thunderbolt was totally frustrating.
My body feels cold. The clusters are getting bigger. The rain began to fall heavily with lightning rays and crazy thunderstorms. I wake up to shut the window. At that time I saw something white in front of the big tree right next to the window. I love and say a few times. At that moment I heard a loud voice and a white object as if the cloth was approaching the window.
I'm stiff and sitting next to Aming's bed. I tried to surprise Aming who was still rambling in a language I did not know. His body is still hard. I called her name several times. Suddenly his eyes glanced at the coin. Her eyes are red. He does not rouse but moans. At the same time, I felt a whirlwind of the wind. The noise was filled with our room space. I looked awake. In the meantime I feel very weak and can not do anything.
What I see is terrible. The white cloth had been in our room. It seems to be stuck on the coin fan. Talk about it. My voice is stuck. I just can see. Suddenly my shoulders buried Aming strongly. Her red eyes are still staring. His mouth was bubbly.
I tried to scream, but my voice did not come out. I said in my heart a few times. The shade of the white cloth just shook my ear. At last I managed to chant azan. Although slow, but managed to calm the situation. The voices were blurred and eventually lost in the sound of heavy rain outside. The white hats in the sky are also invisible everywhere.
Gengaman Aming got weaker and finally his hand drooped. Our breathing is as tight as just running and running away. Sweat dampened our face. We have already begun to realize. He told me that he had stuffed something heavy so hard to breathe. He said he repeatedly asked for help from me but I did not seem to care about it.
I asked if he saw what was happening just now. She's confusing. He said he just saw me studying my dimeja. I'm confident myself. She seems to have no idea what's going on. The clock shows almost 6:00 am. Mistakes are heard reading the holy verses from the nearby mosque. I'm grateful we both survived although each had two different events at the same time.
