My name is Indah, a student who is writing a thesis in this final semester. The list of supervisors will soon be posted on the bulletin board near the campus lobby, so like students in general, my friends and I chat with each other while hoping to find a supervisor who is easy and fun. Because usually, only the name of the supervising lecturer, in fact many who instead of guiding actually make it difficult for students.

Finally, the academic department posted a list of students with their supervisors on the bulletin board. We, the final semester students huddled like ants who saw a hill of sugar in front of the bulletin board. Then I could hear some happy screams and complaints coming out of their mouths. It seems they already know who the lecturer will be guiding their thesis.

While I was still busy looking for my name on the board. I didn’t find it among my friends’ names. In the midst of my busy life, my friend called my name with a little shout, telling me to immediately meet him who was standing on the other side of the bulletin board.

“Look, there’s your name!” My friend suddenly told me, pointing at the bulletin board.

Finally. But why is my name at the end of the list? I’m curious about the lecturer. Komaruddin, or as Mr. Komar is called, that’s the name of the lecturer. I feel unfamiliar with that name. After being investigated, I was the only one who got the lecturer. Feeling something strange, I faced the academic department. But the answer is really simple, he said Mr. Komar is usually seen on Thursdays because he has a teaching schedule only on that day. The problem is, because he only wants to accept one student, the reason is because he is quite busy with other things.

Even my friends were surprised and asked if I was serious about getting the supervisor. I said of course. One of my friends spoke up, last year there was a student who got the lecturer, and coincidentally she was the only student who got him. But the next day after she went to his house that night, she was found dead under a bridge near his house with a dismembered body.

I honestly couldn’t believe what my friend was talking about, but the others also spoke up. He said that the police also questioned Mr. Komar at that time, but due to insufficient evidence, he was finally released and the case was closed. My friends finally advised me to be careful, considering that I was the only one who got the lecturer to be mentored with.

After I asked permission to do research in a company for my thesis, I immediately wrote a report before finally one night I inevitably had to meet my supervisor. I went that night by bus, because my car happened to be being repaired. I’ve confirmed the location because it comes from GPS, the address was told by the academic department.

Then I arrived in front of his house. I’m starting to think that maybe what my friend said is true, Mr. Komar’s house is quite hidden, there are still many community gardens around and the houses are not so crowded, reminds me of my hometown. What made me a little scared, at that time many street lights were not working, hopefully nothing will happen.

I also knocked on Mr. Komar’s door, not long after the door was opened by a man who was in his forties.

“Beautiful, huh? Come on in.” Reprimand the person who would later be known as Mr. Komar.

The house looks so simple and most of the lights still use yellow bulbs. It’s really like the atmosphere of my hometown. After I realized, it turned out that the house was very quiet, it seemed like it was just me and him.

“My wife went to her hometown with my kids, so I’m alone now.” Mr. Komar suddenly started the conversation, as if he could guess the question that crossed my mind.

Ugh, I’m feeling bad. Moreover, my lecturer suddenly closed the door and told me to sit near him. If anything were to happen, I had already prepared a stick I carried in my bag.

After he served me a glass of water, he sat down next to me and began to inquire about my interests. Obviously without further ado I immediately took out my report and asked him to immediately check it. I noticed his behavior was quite stiff and cold, it made me a little uncomfortable and felt strange. Still ringing in my head about the student who died last year on the same day she stopped by this house.

When he finished giving corrections and approvals, I immediately rushed to say goodbye.

I quickly left his house when the door was opened by him. But not long after I walked, suddenly my mouth was covered from behind and my eyes were immediately closed. I felt like I was being carried somewhere by someone, but I didn’t have time to struggle and scream because his movement was very fast.

I was immediately tied up and seated on a chair, my mouth was also tied tightly, then I heard the sound of the door being locked. I was so scared and kept on rebelling as best I could, I immediately thought that maybe I would be the next victim. But I do not want to. I cried while trying to scream loudly and tried to fall off the chair. But all not very fruitful.

Finally the blindfold was removed by that person, who turned out to be Mr. Komar. Then he harshly rebuked me,

“Shut up I say! Ever since I checked your report, I realized that you were doing research in the same place as my student last year. I was forced to do this to you because my student didn’t listen to me at the time. You know?! I was careless and didn’t notice it at the time.

Now listen! I saw a man in the same uniform from where you were doing research stalking you ever since you came to my house! He’s still there…”