Just a little break
The Horror Story of Young Doctor

My name is Radit, earlier this year. It was the beginning of my professional education in one of the hospitals in the small town of West Java. This is my story when I was in forensics. High rainfall at the end of the year.

Make this hospital, a little flooded. Tonight, I'm on duty with one of the mortuary officers. Aa Walid's name. The guy's big tall and a hilarious pepper. Sundanese and Arabic Blesteran.

After dinner, my stomach mules. Geez, what a hard ordeal today. I guess I can't be arrested anymore. Peess, slowly but surely there's gas coming out of the back hole. Fortunately, he did not hear his voice.

Suddenly there was another sound. Peess, ahh this is not mine. Nor does it smell. Mine smells more eco-friendly, and doesn't smell as high. It smells like tabunan ban dalem. Is there a burning cable or something?

“Aa, you fart ya?” ask Walid.

I was shocked. How did he know I farted. But I swear, I farted just once, and it smelled eco-friendly. I answered her question, “Iya Aa, but I swear. I was just once.”

He responded to my words just now. “Soalya, ane also daritadi nahan fart, Aa,” said Walid with Sundanese accent to Arab-araban.

It seems we are both the same. Equally finished eating, continue mules. He daritadi nahan fart, ehh even become at home. So that was kissed it smelled like a tabunan dalem, not the fart.

Be us two big tall guys who are both mules. Want a chapter but how? How to clean it too? I'm new here, and the hospital's condition is also a little flooded.

I even caught a glimpse of it, just as I was about to go into this room. Two toilets flooded. Going to the second-floor toilet, the info from Walid is being fixed. Going to the third floor toilet, far away. The first one came out in the elevator.

As if I could read what was in my mind and heart. Walid asked me to follow him. I finally followed my handsome colleague. Infonya sii, Aa Walid is a cute and brave man.

But tend to be reckless, sableng and even arguably sadistic. I was invited out of the room, walking unsteadily through the puddles of flood water that seemed to be rising. Holding the stomach while hoping during the trip there is not a single ‘golden object’ it all without me knowing.

I followed him for a chapter, and I don't know why this time I'm really following this guy. We both went to the hospital toilet. Because the building of the mosque is very high, so toilets and places wudhunya not tend to flood. The water is clean too. It's not in vain that I follow Aa Walid.

“Kok Aa Walid can know very well, Aa?” my many.

“This is the second time, Aa. This is a hospital that has flood water. Understandably, the risk of living in a small town and prone to flooding. So it's quite common to face it,” said Walid.

“Ouww pantesan,” my word is short.

He told me, the first time he chapter in this mosque. He was a little horrified, because time again to clean up. Suddenly the trunk brackets in the corner of the mosque shake themselves. When I asked why I was rich. Walid just lightly replied, “Yaa destiny is like that time, Aa.”

Oh my goodness, simple answer. Where was the stem brackets I held. Oh, my God, this is really sableng Walid. But finally, it was also relieved. For the rest I will think twice if I want to eat pedes at night.

Especially after flooding and part of the schedule. Lucky not in the rain. If it rains, it will also be complicated earlier. We both went back to the mortuary. More precisely in the dugout of the guard doctor.

To kill time and time, I watched the television in the room. Awake, who knows there are patients who come to be asked for a visa or autopsy. Coincidentally still in the euphoria of the 2022 World Cup in Qatar. So exciting, especially the schedule of the game tonight.

The Netherlands against Argentina. Messi meets Van Dijk at two o'clock in the morning. The game which was ten o'clock was also still not finished. The match between Croatia and Brazil.

Brazil must goalin before penalty shootout. You see, if it's up to penalty shootouts, usually Croatia who win. The night is getting late, time has shown twelve o'clock past fifteen. This will surely be a penalty shootout.

I played down the television. Because it sounded a little tight earlier. I just turned down the sound of the television. I was startled by the sound of people running and banging on the door of the room. Though at the moment.

It's just me and Aa Walid playing online games. The door slingshot, getting louder to wake Aa Walid also from the fall. Not even just banging on the door.

The guy was like shouting. “Check kuring really! Abdi is not dead. Abdi tiwas.”

The voice sounded very clear, between the sound of the door banging is also loud. I who do not understand Sundanese, asked Aa Walid, “That means what, Aa?”

“That means, check me properly! I did not drown. I was killed,” said Aa Walid.

I could not see the face of that man. I just saw her back, she's a woman. About thirty years old. His body was fat, his hair was long to waist. He wore a casual red t-shirt and jeans on his knees.

I was trying to chase that woman. But he was very fast. The woman suddenly disappeared. After I lost sight of my eyes, I took the initiative to check into security. At that time the security guard named Mr. Mail.

Because it could be, it's another guard. Or someone waiting for a sick patient. Or it could be, an acquaintance of Mr. Mail. When I met, Mr. Mail was playing hp again. After saying hello, I asked him.

“Sorry sir, was there anyone running here gak?” my many.

Mr. Mail replied that he was on guard. No one goes in and out of this hospital. He also did not leave his post for a second. He was always standing guard at the post while playing hp.

“Waduuh, I have been guarding while playing hp no one, Aa. Why?” said Mr Mail.

Knowing it. I was so surprised. Because I hope the one who banged while screaming earlier was an acquaintance of Mr. Mail. Or officers, or relatives of patients who are waiting for the sick. Who then banged on our room and shouted?

This time, Aa Walid came to help me confirm to Mr. Mail. When Aa Walid and I told you about the incident we just experienced. Mr. Mail, who is quite senior, is used to such things.

While Aa Walid, she also just experienced the same thing as what I had just experienced. Mr. Mail took me and Aa Walid for a drink, and we told each other a little bit. Until we finally go back to our room.

Time has shown at one in the morning. I saw the television, and it turned out to be my prediction. Brazil lost on penalties to Croatia. Now the match between the Netherlands and Argentina.

Just lying on the seat, suddenly the phone rings. Aa Walid picked up the phone. Then chat a little with the person on the phone. After the call is closed. Aa Walid informed me.

That there will be bodies sent from the police station. The body will be carried out an autopsy. Aa Walid called the senior forensic doctor. While I, prepare the protective suit, and the equipment for the autopsy.

Not long after, about half an hour. The ambulance that brought the body came. The first police diganosa was. This body died from drowning. With the condition of the face that has turned blue.

The body bag was put in the room. See the senior doctor is going to the toilet for a while. I'm welcome to start first. I opened it and saw his face.

I feel like I've seen it. The figure of this woman's corpse, was the same as the figure of the woman who ran after banging on the door earlier. Women with fat bodies. Her hair is long to waist.

He wore a casual red t-shirt and jeans on his knees. Not long after, the senior doctor arrived. Doctor Wahid, who has been working at this hospital for a long time.

To Dr. Wahid, I told him. The incident I experienced, before the arrival of this corpse. Armed with that scream. Doctor Wahid and I agreed to prove it. Then Dr. Wahid and I did a positive buoyancy lung test.

The result is, if the body turns out to be. Not drowned, but drowned. Exactly, according to the scream of the female figure at the door earlier. After the task hours were over, I was allowed to go home by Doctor Wahid.

At home, I watched the news for a while. Want to know the news about the result of the match between the Netherlands against Argentina. But I'm not done yet, I heard the news. I've been hunting sleepy.

Between the conscious and unconscious. I was ringing with the voice of the woman who was pounding on my guardroom earlier. I remember the body I just had an autopsy on.

Like his face and stature. Then I wondered if the body was giving me a message to examine her body more thoroughly. Then, shortly thereafter. I fell asleep in front of the television.

The figure of that woman, came to me in a dream. The figure of the woman was no longer behind me, but this time face to face. His figure was similar to the corpse I had autopsied earlier. In my dreams, the figure did not say a word. The woman just smiled sweetly at me.

After that incident, I continued to follow the investigation progress of the corpse. It was revealed that the body was the victim of the first wife of a businessman by snacks in West Java.

His motive was envy and hurt. Because her husband used to go to the victim's house in a small town, to see her. Rather than meeting and being with the perpetrator, whose age was already five heads. Perpetrator berasalan, how he did not envy and hurt.

The effort was initiated by his parents. Then her husband is running it. After success, he married a widow in a small town. The widow he gave a luxurious house and luxury car from the efforts of his parents without his knowledge.