I am Indah, a student who is writing a thesis in this final semester. The list of supervising professors will soon be posted on the noticeboard near the campus lobby, so like students in general, my friends and I chatted with each other while hoping to find an easy and fun supervisor. Because usually, most supervisors is just a name, in fact there are many who are not guiding their students, they made it difficult for most students.

Finally, the academic department staff posted a list of students with their supervisor on the notice board. We, the final semester students, crowding like ants that saw a hill of sugar in front of the notice board. Then I could some to listen to the happy cries and complaints escaping their mouths. It seems they already know who the lecturer will guide the thesis.

Meanwhile, I’m still busy looking for my name on the board. I didn’t find it among my friends’ names. In the midst of my busy finding, my friend called out my name with a little shout, telling me to immediately meet her who was standing on the other side of the noticeboard.

“Look, there your name is…” My friend replied suddenly, pointing at the noticeboard glass.

Finally I found my name. But why is it laid on the corner? I’m curious about the name of the supervisor. Mr. Komaruddin, or as he is called simply Mr. Komar, is the name of the lecturer. I felt unfamiliar with the lecturer name. And after research, only I got the lecturer. I got something strange, I turned to the academic department. But the answer is really simple, he said that Pak Komar is usually seen on Thursday because he gets a teaching schedule only on that day. But the problem is only me who will be supervised by him, the staff said it is because he only wants to accept one student, the reason is because he is quite busy with another activities.

Even my friends were surprised and asked if I was serious about getting the supervisor. I said of course, I even told them to see my name on the notice board. One of my friends spoke up, last year there was a student who got the supervisor, and incidentally she was the only student who got him. But the next day after that evening she went to his house, the student was found dead under a bridge near his house with his body that had been dismembered.

I honestly couldn’t believe what my friend was talking about, but the others also spoke up. They said the police also investigated Pak 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 only me got the supervisor.

After I asked for permission to do research at a company for the sake of the smooth running of my thesis, I immediately wrote the report before finally one night I couldn’t help but have to meet my supervisor. I left that night by bus, because my vehicle happened to be being repaired. I confirmed the location because it was sourced from GPS, the address was told by the academic department.

Then I arrived in front of his house. I started to think a little that maybe what my friend said was true, Pak Komar’s house is quite hidden, there are still many groves belonging to residents around and the houses of the people are not so crowded, reminding me of my hometown. What made me a little scared, at that time many of the street lights didn’t work, hopefully nothing happens.

I knocked on Pak Komar’s door, after which time a man who was around his forties opened the door.

“Are you Indah? Come in.” Said the man who will be familiarly called Pak Komar.

I excused myself to enter his house, it looks like his house is so simple and most of the lights still use yellow light bulbs which not so bright. It really is like the atmosphere of my hometown. After I realized, it turned out that the house was quite quiet, it seemed like it was only him and me.

“My wife is returning her home with my children, so I’m alone for several days.” Mr. Komar suddenly started the conversation, as if he could guess the question that had crossed my mind.

Ouch, my feelings are getting worse. Moreover, my professor suddenly closed the door and told me to sit near him. If anything happens, I have prepared a stick that I already prepared in my bag.

After he served me a glass of water, he sat next to me and began to ask all my concerns. Obviously without further ado I immediately issued my report and asked him to immediately check it. I noticed his quite stiff and cold attitude, making me a little uncomfortable and feeling weird. It’s 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 approval, I immediately said goodbye to him. I immediately left his house when the door was opened by him. But after a while I walked, suddenly my mouth was locked up from behind and my eyes were immediately covered by a pair of hands. I felt like I was being taken somewhere by someone, but I didn’t have time to rebel and scream because his movement was so fast.

I was immediately tied up and put on a chair, my mouth was also tightly tied, then I heard the sound of the door being locked. I was so scared and I couldn’t stop rebelling as much as I could, I immediately thought that maybe I would be the next victim. I do not want. I also cried while trying to scream loudly and tried to fall from the chair. But all of them were not very successful.

Finally, that person took off my blindfold, who turned out to be Pak Komar. Then he slightly rebuked me,

“Shut up I said! Ever since I checked your report, I realized that you were doing research in the same place as my students last year. I had to do this to you because my students weren’t listening to me at the time. I really didn’t notice it at the time.”

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