Cold Sweat: Malang Hospital Sect
Chapter 2's

On the sidelines of our guidance, the wife of our lecturer makes the warm. With the Javanese language kromo

“ Monggo mas in tea show e ben mboten bloated “ said wife lecturer. Adiatma also replied “ ngge bu matur nuwun, delicious sedoyo the nipun “ .

the thesis guidance was further because so many things were revised, not aware when I put my arms and look at the clock. The time has shown at 22:00 WIB. My heart has dag dug home when I imagine a lonely journey of silence and dim light. Adiatma also struggled that she was worried that her guidance was not finished. Finally Adiatmapun ventured when Tanya to the Lecturer

“ excuse me sir, it is already 10 pm , I ask permission to go home first and continue guidance tomorrow because my father's house to our house is very far “.

The lecturer also said

“ yes mas , please revised again because there are so many errors and message me carefully on the road do not have to turn to kana and to left”.

When the teacher spoke like that, immediately cold sweat poured from the forehead to the neck. I imagined, about any hunch let alone coming. Me and Adiatma said goodbye and went home on a motorcycle. In the path of the scenery as dark as possible, the cane tree that was previously seen towering with a swing slowly exposed to the wind was not visible , only the front view with a motor light that is also not so bright

Suddenly it looks like the person in front of us is hit by a lamp again walking, walking slowly but strangely alone and women again. All of us immediately jumped into a conversation with great fear. Sweat pours profusely, the heart dag dig dug , want the taste of the gas we put the stick and brushed. After getting closer to us, it turns out that people are looking for frogs and eels. Fortunately and relieved this heart, but it makes our fear still keep perched in our minds. 1 hour has passed and arrived I was home in between by Adiatma. I walk to open the door

KREEKK…..KREEKK………..KREEKK

walk-slow the land while wiping the face that I sweat is still not dry despite the cold that envelops. When you get to the room, sigh for a while and rest the body for a while. Not strong these eyes hold , I finally fell asleep for about 30 minutes. After 30 minutes, the sound of friction leaves and twigs of mango trees with the roof

GRUUUUKK…….

. React this body immediately wake up, with eyes that are still red, clothes that have not been changed. In my heart I said

“ Complimentary feeling let alone this “.

Finally I changed clothes, clean myself and cut-off from toe to toe, even I did not care when I had trouble breathing. Again and again this cold sweat pours out in a rush from the forehead to the throat, the strange thoughts of the pocong , kuntilanak and the like cross over.Time shows at 06:00 AM local time , although I had time to think and sweat cold, this heart relief because the sun had greeted in the morning. Mango trees that initially look spooky, finally look ordinary. When you wake up, as usual do the routine by going to the Adiatma house to do the script task. Arriving at Adiatma's house, it turns out he was hot and coughing. Without a second thought, I immediately took him to the doctor and turned out to be sick in DB and thypus and dihuskna ngaamr hospital. Perhaps this is the impact of the activities and routines that we do during these few weeks. At that time, the parents of Adiatma were doing Hajj. Difficult conditions when we have to be pursued thesis.

Time shows at 17:00 WIB, adzan maghrib was soon to welcome the light with the sun dimming. We headed to the nearest hospital from home with a health card, when we started enrolling we got a room in class II , but do not know why the hair is goosebumps when the foot stepped on the floor of the hospital. Which usually a lot of people go to visit and take medicine, now looks lonely, only the sound of wind gusts that swipe the tree is heard loudly. When Adiatma was thinking in the room ER , I and the hospital attendant took care of the need for hospitalization , hospital officials who usually pass by, now only seen a few people , hospital aisle lights that look bright now dim, seemed to baying-shadow my body when walking, no activity of hospital visitors who used to use mats to sleep outside. My curiosity rang out and asked the officer

“ mbak , excuse me why the hospital is fullkl but no one is waiting? “.

“iya mas is usually like this “.

Firasaat was strange in my mind because of the unnatural conditions in this hospital, considering this is the oldest hospital in the poor with buildings from the Dutch era. This is seen from the shape of the hallway, the shape of the pole and the color of the paint is somewhat fading. The number of the room was mentioned by the hospital staff and we he took to the room. But there was a strange thing, when I walked through the hallway while pushing the Adiatma wheel sofa, the officer was like panic and anxiety , I saw such a confused and frightened look on my face and when I asked him he replied with a stutter. My suspicion is increasing when we pass through a hallway that is rarely passed by people, seen from the dust of the floor , trees around the hall that look old , the hallway pole made of wood with a little weathered parts. The wind was blowing hard at that time

WUUSSH……..WUUUSSHHHWAS…….

. The hospital attendant also pointed at his room by saying

“ this the father of his room may soon recover (say with a cold smile ) “.

The nurse came to replace the hospital staff. Earlier the attendant exited the door of room , at a glance his grim smile , became a fluffy smile , the frown that was originally wrinkled so faded and he left with a brisk walk. Indeed at first when we entered the hospital room, there was an incredible feeling of goosebumps, room design that looks ancient, , the old-fashioned looking ceiling with green mold and mildew decoration in the right corner and the tone of the large window that is visible when we sit parallel to the patient's mattress. Because of its magnitude, until an old banyan tree and a well that like it has never been used are seen. The weed grass that was also at first glance towered unevenly, after I saw the tree closer , it turns out that there is a side twig used for swings with a size that may only be 5 to 10 years old enough. I said

“ make what yo swing this small , on the banyan tree again “.

For a long time I felt goosebumps also when the time on my watch has shown at 22:00 WIB, while the nurse is still arranging infusion and Mattress needs for the Adiatma. At first glance my attention is like a rigid land in the form of a well, a well with a fairly large shape, with still no rope for a bucket that looks using , paint white color with black and green spots of moss. I walked a bit quickly to get back to the room with the window curtains closed. The nurse came up to me and said

“ father of his brother or friend”. I answered “ my friend sus , because his parents happened to leave Haji” again.

The nurse answered back

“ mas , this all the needs of the patient are complete and have been installed all including infusion, we stay first and the doctor visit will come tomorrow morning at 06:00 WIB , if there is a sudden need , please press this button (while showing the button ) “.

I answered

“ good sus , thank you “.

Coincidentally this hospital room class II with a different class III, room class II gets its own room but only the volume of the room is narrow. To the left of the patient's mattress there is only a small brown sofa sofa that looks nothing like new with only a length of no more than 1.5 meters , and when I put down the sofa that my legs still hang while sleeping. My eyes were facing from the big window. If I face to the left, the wall and to the right will face Adiatma. In my heart I said

“ OK I have to be brave (although with a feeling of goosebumps and fear that never goes away since the beginning of seeing the room ) “