Cambodian Ward
Chapter 22 ~ Why Me?
After leaving the hospital, Andra had a break for several days due to injuries to his stomach. The man returned to duty, but did not immediately do his duty. The hospital also called Andra to recount the incident that night, because there were four victims who died that could not be explained logically.
As for me, after forcing home still can not move. The right ankle that was injured by Munir, doesn't allow me to work anymore. As a nurse, I was required to be flexible and active, while the condition of the legs actually limited movement. Because of my condition, the hospital side listened to my explanation at home.
“Amel, log in!” I shouted from inside the house.
“Iya.”
I got tired of just being in the room, moving to the couch and watching TV and then to the room again. This time I water the plants with a water hose. The stick that was used as a pedestal when stepping I rested on the porch pillar. It is almost maghrib.
Just as I ended the activity, Bang Doni had just returned home. The man was still on the motorcycle taking off the helmet he was wearing, I frowned since Bang Doni passed the fence.
“What are you doing anyway? Like my feet are healed.”
“Bang Doni also why? Udah motor-motoran, it's head out injured,” said I scolded him, if I could my mouth would say Bang Doni is still alive because God still loves and struggle Ningrum. Although my mouth was blabbering, my gaze was fixed towards the fence.
“Not motors, I'm from the office. Mutation submission, if not approved yes resign.”
I walked slowly towards the long chair on the porch, sat down and patted the empty side next to me. Doni who understood, immediately sat there.
“Why?”
“Bang Doni already has a girlfriend?”
“Apaan anyway, really kepo,” said Doni then stared blankly ahead. His face turned soft.
“Before the accident I often see a moody brother, what because the woman who likes brother or maybe indeed the boyfriend brother.”
Doni was silent and then breathed.
“There are women you like, we just expressed feelings for each other. I don't know what I'm wrong or what I'm guilty of. Two-week new relationship should run aground.”
Since Bang Doni did not continue the story, I asked again.
“Kandas, why?”
“There was a disaster, the woman was in an accident and died.”
Deg.
“Innalillahi wainnailaihi rojiun,” said I looked back at the fence and rubbed the back of the man whose brother is the only one.
“Abang still in love?”
He nodded slowly.
“Abang don't willing him to go?”
Again he nodded his head.
“Don't be so bang, the girl's journey is hampered because of brother.”
Doni frowned, then turned his head and looked at me in wonder.
“You mean?”
I sighed, venturing out to discuss the occult again after the events of the Cambodian ward that night.
“I've seen there's a woman who's brother bonceng, a few days before brother accident. I asked Mom, she didn't know. At that time I did not realize that the piggyback bang Doni was .. ghost.”
“Hah, you mean?”
“Bang Doni is not sincere with the departure of the woman, currently her spirit is still in the world. Poor bang, he follow brother continue.”
“You ... don't ngaco Mel.”
"I'm seriously Bang."
Bang Doni rubbed his face rough, from his body gesture can be ascertained if he was not sincere.
"Dude."
"He where is Mel?"
"Well shut up, he's here," I said. "Now in front of my brother. Talk Bang, let go of him and take it easy."
After Maghrib there Andra came, he told what stories were asked by the hospital and the police who still call him related to the Cambodian ward.
“You want to believe it or not, that is the reality. My father is neutral, he is an outsider. You can also testify if something like that happens. Assignment. That's the closing line from me."
"You think the Cambodian wards will be flanked?"
"Gue doesn't know. Uh, how's your foot? When is the operation schedule?"
"Still next week. What do you think Cambodian wards are still used for special patients?”
“Gue didn't know, but the distribution of patients to the ward was limited. Only those who really need special care, whose coma may be.”
“Hm.”
“Guei mutas submission approved, moved to ER.”
“Hah, seriously?”
“Iya.”
It never occurred to me, even if it was in a dream that I would get involved with mystical affairs and become a victim. I want to be angry, but to whom. Andra's mother and parents convinced me that what happened was fate. The trials of life I have to go through.
***
“Lay here,” Andra's word, I can obey too.
Today is the schedule of my injured ankle surgery. Although the result will not be fully restored, at least I can walk without a cane pedestal even though it is somewhat limped. Already in the ER and Andra's handling me.
Andra put on the patient's bracelet, also put on the infusion. Because in a few hours I'll be in the operating room.
“Have started fasting huh?”
“Hm.”
“Andra, Amel has booked a room. just transfer to the room,” said the doctor who read my medical record.
“Oke.”
“Spiritual yes Amel.”
“Iya Doc.”
Andra pushed the wheelchair, followed by Mom. The hospital is responsible for my treatment.
“Oke, it's here. Can you ride alone, right? Or need me to carry?”
I cut myself and stood up and moved to the patient's bed. Andra asked me to rest and then she went back to her place of duty.
“Mel, mom to the canteen first yes. Forgot to buy water.”
“Iya bu.”
“You're okay, mom's staying. Do you call a nurse?”
I refused my mother's request and tried to close my eyes, as Andra said I should rest. Whether it was right to sleep or not, because I realized the presence of the nurse checking my condition.
“Amel.”
Slowly I opened my eyes, the nurse was standing next to the bed. I was about to close my eyes again, but stopped reading the name tag the nurse was wearing.
“Astagfirullah.” I screamed and sat up and moved away from the edge of the bed. The figure of the nurse tagged ‘DIAN’ was down.
“Amel.”
“Go or I read a prayer and you ..”
“WHY DID YOU MAKE ME TUMBAL!”