Just a little break
The Autopsy Horror Story

Tonight is the third night in the history of gripping the Land of Limbun Trees. It has been three days since he kidnapped and killed almost all members of the president's family. Seven people were found inside an old well, in a remote area of the town of Twig.

It includes Mr. President, Mr. President, his two sons, one daughter, one grandchild and one son-in-law. All are almost rotting. Others, however, were found alive and bound.

In an unused sugar warehouse in the Dahan city area. The 10th of November 2022. At about eight o'clock in the night, a truck with more than twenty soldiers came to my house, in the area of Silkworm Village, Branch City.

The time the soldiers came. My family, especially my four-year-old daughter, was shocked and scared to death. My wife, she thought her husband was involved in the rebel assassination of the president's family.

Because at this time there is an incessant clean-up and search for rebel members who slaughtered the president's family. No, the soldiers brought a letter from my senior. Letter from Prof. Ibrahim Alwi's.

I was asked to come to the Central City Hospital (RSPK) to help him examine the body of the president's family, who was killed on November 8. Then I cleaned up, dressed neatly. After saying farewell to my family, I went to the RSPK using the army truck.

At that time, the atmosphere of the city of twigs was very gripping. Curfews are still in place, and in some places there are guard posts. We had to stop and the soldiers who picked me up were asked to say their passwords.

Each stop at one post, either the one that picked me up, or the one that stood guard at the post. Always in full alert condition. The rifle is always placed on the chest and ready to be cocked whenever it is needed.

Really, I was so scared. The army truck that picked up was an army truck that was wearing blue tarps, prepared in rainy conditions. I sat in front with the driver and one soldier who was always on standby.

Thankfully, everything was good on the way. Until we got to RSPK safely. Still vividly remembered that time, the one who picked me up and took me was not from the Reserve Force, but directly from the Main Force.

They drove me to the front of the RSPK autopsy room. There was also my Professor, Prof. Ibrahim Alwi, along with my other senior in the forensic field, is Dr. Idris is five months apart from graduating with me.

I was appointed Prof. Ibrahim Alwi to help him, because he is the most senior and experienced. But he was old enough at the time. I am the youngest among them.

In the autopsy room, I saw that the bodies were covered by body bags, they were lined up, and there were two autopsy tables. Broadly speaking, according to the report of who took these bodies. The condition of the corpse has rotted, it is not round, but the skin of the arinya has been scratched.

Not too bloated, a little slimy and the skin begins to yellowish. But there are also some that are still quite intact and recognizable. All the bodies were still fully clothed, like the last one.

That is why we record the things that are attached to the bodies of these bodies. Each of us started working. And accidentally it turns out the body that I first examined was the corpse of Mr. President Dzakaria.

I confirmed it to Prof. Ibrahin and he asked me to continue the examination. When examining Mr. President's body, there is one thing I remember most. Both of his eyeballs, already almost dislodged and sticking out.

I know the cause, it happened because, when put in the well, his head first. It was likely that at the bottom of the well there was still water left, so his head was submerged. I remember the clothes Mr. President was wearing.

He was wearing pajama clothes, there were some broken glass in his pajamas. After checking in on Mr. President. I continued to examine another corpse, and this time his face was still recognizable to me.

He was Yahya, the first son of Mr. President Dzakaria. I recognized her face because she was often on television and in public during her father's campaign. We worked all night until the early hours.

We ask the official or the person responsible for this autopsy. There are two generals. Dr. Idris asked one of the generals who was watching the autopsy. “These corpses, would you like in a complete autopsy what not?”

“No need,” the General said firmly.

About the other general out there. At first I did not really pay attention to who the General was outside. He is the greatest general of the country, General David.

How devastated and humiliated this General's face was. As soon as he knew the President, and almost all of his family members were abducted and killed sadistically. It shows how good he is as a security officer.

While we were busy, he came in, followed by two of his aides. When he entered, General David said nothing. I also did not have time to pay attention to him, because he was busy working, which I still remember.

I was still examining the body with a little raised head, and only realized there was General David in the autopsy room. She wore a battle dress with a sharp eye like an eagle. Reportedly this RSPK from night to morning is heavily guarded by the Main Force.

But, to us who did the autopsy, there really was no pressure whatsoever. The news of the torture before being killed against this family is true. The bodies were shot many times. The ankle of the body of the second son of the President, named Isa, was clearly destroyed because of a strong burden.

The layman must have understood, the corpse that was dropped into the well was his foot first, it would not be able to break his ankle. The President's mother's head broke, obviously this is a gunshot scar and a blunt force blow. The body of the seven-year-old boy, who was thought to be the granddaughter of the President, crushed his thigh bone to the base, like a blunt object hit as well.

The other, who is thought to be the son-in-law of the President, the wife of Yahya. His condition is almost the same as Isa. But what was different this time, his palms and wrists shattered like they were tied with a strong weight.

The condition is not much different from the bodies that already exist in this room. Then immediately taken to the RSPK to participate in the autopsy. General David asked Prof. Ibrahim and Dr. Idris to examine the newly arrived body in another room.

Quite far from this room. I was asked to continue with the task. Thought me in the heart. Just make a visa.  I was left alone in the autopsy room.

I make the writing of the visa with as objective as possible. By the time I wrote the visum for the first and second corpses, it sounded from the outside like the footsteps of a woman wearing high heels. Pletuk. Then stop at the door.

It's like knocking on the door. Iopenit. It is clearly visible. A young woman, dressed as a secretary. Her makeup was thin, behind her white skin. He smiled at me.

Introduce yourself briefly, and intend to enter. Want to see the bodies of the victims of the insurgent violence. But I clearly refused.

“Sorry miss, this is a state secret. Plus you're not the official in charge here. Please leave, or I call the apparatus in charge of expelling you,” said I firmly.

This woman slightly lowered her head, I could clearly see the two moles on her head. Precisely on the upper forehead, almost bordering the hair. The girl also left.

Having previously threatened me, that he would return. Because I feel disrespected by me. He was very hurt by my treatment. I firmly say, “Please miss, want to treat as I will, which is clear. I only run country tasks.”

He also left me alone. Long enough. Profs. Abraham and Dr. Idris went back to the autopsy room where I was. This time it was accompanied only by one aide of General David. They also asked me about my situation.

“Udah done, Musa?” ask Dr. Idris.

“From the six corpses. Again just make the visa, Mas.”

Profs. Ibrahim and Dr. Idris looked at each other in confusion.

“Means seven times huh, Mus?” ask Prof. Ibrahimian.

“Seven, Prof.?” ask me back confused.

“Loo this one checked yet?” ask Dr. Idris showed me one more body bag, which was a little separate from the other body bags.

“Ohh I am not aware Mas, if it turns out there are seven pockets, the problem is somewhat separate.”

Finally we, assisted by General David's aide, put the body bag up on the autopsy table. I opened the body bag, she's a woman. Being around twenty years old, he was still quite good. His face is still recognizable. Hold still.

I looked closely at the corpse from bottom to top, and it turned out. Gosh darn. Wasn't she the girl who wanted to enter this room? If he's dead and his body is lying here. Which one just wanted to enter this room?

I tried to think logically and asked who was this girl? Prof Ibrahim explained that he was the youngest son of Mr. President. He is rarely seen in public because he is finishing his studies in Singapore.

“What is he twins?” ask me with a beating heart. Try logical questions.

“Now!” prof Ibrahim said firmly and clearly. “Pak President only has three children," he added.

My heart is beating faster. But keep trying to calm down. Who knows, I just saw it wrong or was hallucinating. But increasingly examine carefully.

Be assured that this body is the girl I met at the door. Starting from clothes, skin color, face shape, curves and the most undeniable are the two moles on his forehead. Cold sweat was pouring down my forehead.

I try to be calm. Ask permission to the one in this room to go to the toilet for a while. In the toilet, I washed my face, trying to be normal.

But when this heart begins to calm. There was a voice of people walking in high heels. Plastered, pleated, plastered, pleated. The steps are getting closer to this toilet, and. Tuk.

His steps stopped in front of the toilet door.