COOLDER
5: ENDING OR BEGINNING

I opened my eyes slowly—looked at my infused left hand. I don't know what happened after the second explosion. My head ached as I tried to remember the incident.

There was the sound of water faucets burning from inside the bathroom. Not long after the water was turned off, someone came out wearing a white coat.

"You who?" manya curious.

"Oh you're up, son. I borrowed your bathroom for a second, because this one doctor can't hold it anymore." He grimaced—slowly approaching.

He picked up the white box on the table right next to me. "I got a job to check on you after a few hours you've been in here. To make sure you're getting better, not the other way around."

The doctor grabbed the chair— sat next to me. Opening and removing the blood pressure device. She asked permission to put it on my right arm. I nodded back. Start pumping tensimeter device.

"Did the doctor hear or maybe see my Mom and Sister named—"

"Ah... Your brother is fine," the doctor replied before I finished the question. "And your mother is now being treated right in the room over here." He pointed towards my back wall. I nodded while understanding.

"After coming from here, I'll head straight to your Mama's room. Checking his progress." The doctor removed the tensimeter from my arm. Tidy it up and put it on the table.

"Do you still feel pain in your body? Or is there a bad taste in other parts?" I'm shaking. When I woke up, I was thankful that I had no pain at all. The doctor was reminded to multiply the rest and blablabla, very long rules are described. I just nodded as long as he explained.

"And if you can't do something but need something, just press this button." Get the emergency button above me. "But you don't look like a weak child. I'm sure you can do everything yourself, right?" He smiled, grabbed the tension device and put it in the box.

The doctor stood up, turning right. "Good God I forgot. Let me know myself. My name is Azazel son, but all the doctors and nurses call me Doctor Azel. If there's anything or you need a reliable doctor, call me." He chuckled, extending his hand.

I shook the young doctor's hand. "My name is Amed Dok. Just Amed."

We talked three to four sentences and after that Doctor Azel turned right and went out of the room. His back was perfectly lost behind the door.

I glanced at the wall clock. It's eight o'clock at night. Can I sleep now? I closed my eyes and faced right.

After a few minutes, I woke up. I grabbed the TV remote on the table—changed it. I switched to a news channel.

"Police officials reported that there have been about 35 injured so far. And still no fatalities have been found at the scene of the explosion." The news carrier spoke straightforwardly in front of the camera.

The TV screen moved to broadcast a reporter from the news show was in the scene of the crime scene, and stood next to a person claiming to be one of the witnesses who witnessed the laboratory explosion up close. Many testimonies he gave, there are some that I think are exaggerated.

"The explosion didn't just happen once, as long as you know. It happened twice. The first bang was accompanied by a flash and blue light. Then for the second and last time, it looks purple, and I admit it was a bigger explosion than before." His hands gave a visualization of his enlarged explosion.

I turned off the TV. The taste of watching me disappear saw the guy talking. I closed my eyes, chose to sleep.

...***...

"What are you doing Amed?" ask the astonishment of Doctor Azel.

I'mawakened. Open your eyes, forcing you to be conscious. I look around.

I'm surprised to see this myself. How could I, who slept in a hospital bed last night, now be in the middle of a field surrounded by a hospital building?

The nurses rushed out of the building, some carrying beds and infusion bags—ran towards me. I'm sitting—don't know what to do now. If asked, honestly my situation is now more than good.

Doctor Azel rubbed the sweat on his forehead, walking slowly towards me standing up.

"I'm helping you, son!" exclaimed one of the nurses who hurriedly lifted me back to the bed.

I've perfectly laid down, the infusion will be re-installed. I pulled my hand. "No, no infusion required. I don't want to."

"Alright Amed. But you go back to the room with them." Doctor Azel is holding my shoulder. I'm nodding. It's time I go back to my room.

Crossing the hospital hallway. Everyone did not stop staring at me. Some asked me my situation. Doctor Azel only and will continue to reply by brandishing his thumbs.

I arrived at the room. Brother Reza who sat straight up— docked to me.

"Sorry doc, I just came. I was outside the hospital and got a call from the hospital when my sister woke up. I guess I just got up on the bed. It turns out this way." Reza scratched his non-itchy head.

I pinched my hand and I felt pain. This isn't a dream. I put my back on the bed. Think positive and not excessive, consider just sleepwalking is common to someone if too tired.

"It's very helpful. Take care of his sister, Amed is a special child I feel." Doctor Azel chuckled softly glancing at me.

Reza consulted Mama's condition to Doctor Azel. The doctor answered every question. Then start permission to leave after finishing three sentences of explanation.

Doctor Azel's back disappeared behind the door. "Gw has already sent a taxi to get you home." Reza's sister sat in a chair while playing her cell phone.

"I'm coming home now?"

"Gw I think you're light. Lo aja had been able to walk said the nurses," he explained flat.

Reza stood up, walked over to my bed, grabbed the bag on the floor. "Gw bring you a Med change of clothes."

I wear home— clotheslifting bag, walking out room. A nurse ran towards me. "Wait.. Where are you going?" the nurse asked with a breath.

"I'm better than yesterday. And Brother Reza sent me home." I clasped the bag full of clothes.

The nurse held me. He told me to ask for the approval of Doctor Azel who was in charge and in charge of me. I was led by the nurse to Doctor Azel's private room. Not far away, only about five meters from my room.

We arrived at the door of his room. The nurse pushed the door of the room. "So, look who decided to go home!" Doctor Azel turned his body, complaining to see me who was now standing carrying a sizable bag.

"Where are you going now?"

I explained briefly the reason. And tell me if I'm better, everything's gonna be okay.

"Short was our meeting Med?" Doctor Azel chuckled at the thought of something else. He turned his body back to the table, grabbed a ballpoint pen and wrote something on paper. "You can go home. Take this to the nearest pharmacy. It's medicine if you feel sick again." I received the paper. The back of the body leaves his private space. Walk down the hospital hallway. I opened the hospital exit. A taxi car was parked—waiting for my arrival.

The left door of the car was opened from inside the car. "Please mas." I put the bag on the floor of the car. I threw my back in the chair. The driver starts to adjust the direction of destination on his phone. "As per the application mas." Gas pedal stepped on, cars began to drive over the streets of Surabaya.

The car drove off without a hitch this morning, with only a few public transport and one-two private vehicles. The car cooler makes the drowsiness attack. The journey is still about a dozen minutes. I yawned wide.

My body immediately snapped and woke up. I accidentally fell asleep....

Wait, how am I supposed to be in my room? I had just closed my eyes for a few seconds and looked, now I was in my room, on my bed. I grabbed the phone, turned on its—looked at the clock that already showed at three in the afternoon.

I rubbed my sweaty face. I didn't expect my life to get any stranger and harder for logic to accept. Did I sleep too long in the cab? Until the driver takes me to my room? But again, that's impossible.

Or was it a dream all along?

I get out of bed. Walk out room—down the stairs, towards the first floor. No one is below.

I looked around. Remembering something. I have to look at the calendar, see if it's the same day, or if yesterday was just a dream.

Just some I just walked. "Assalamualaik." Suddenly I heard a familiar voice.

"Home home yet?" I asked Mama who was taking off her shoes at the door.

"Answered his greetings first" said Mama. I immediately returned my greetings to Mama.

Reza's sister walked in from behind Mama, carrying a briefcase of necessities. I ran towards him, helping out by carrying one of those bags.

Mom shows up behind the door. "You want help?" We both shook our heads. Reza told Mama to take a break instead of worrying about both of us.

I sat on the sofa in front of the TV. Mama turned on the live TV looking for a newscast. Continued to change broadcasts, but did not see any broadcasts that discussed the news of the incident in the laboratory yesterday. Almost all just discuss the news about the son of one of the famous artists who can already call Papa and Mama.

Mama sighed. "You didn't hear from Dad? Or about Dad? Whereabouts? And is she okay?"

Me and Reza shook their heads. Yesterday at the hospital, those on the newscast only explained that there were no fatalities in the incident, but did not reveal whether there was anything strange or anything. They don't look very unprofessional.

"Why are you Med?" My mother noticed that I was upset and grumbled. "It's okay Ma." I hurried up to the second floor. I took my clothes and took a shower.

I went into the bathroom, hung my clothes behind the door. Stand looking towards the mirror above the sink.

I'll try it. I took a breath, closed my eyes for a moment. And I opened it right back.

And. That's right, it happened again. I am now standing in my room.

I looked towards the wall clock. It was already seven o'clock, and the morning sunlight had already barged in from the windowpanes.

I sat on the bed, laughing in wonder. What the hell happened to me?

This incident is exactly what happened to my favorite character in a series that is famous this year.

I remembered something. Run to Reza's room. "Kakak—" Kak Reza's room is empty. I went straight down to the first floor, wanting to ask Mama something about last night.

"Yes, my mother's son is awake." Mom said hello first. "Yesterday Amed what's up, son, how come over dinner diem continues?"

"Yesterday it wasn't Amed Ma" I said. "Why can't that be you?" Mom laughed at my explanation.

"Yes Mama... yesterday it was Amed—"

"Assalamualaikum Mama." Reza's sister appeared from the outside. Enter the house, greet Mama.

Reza walked towards me. "Lo yesterday why Med?" Reza looked at me with a strange look, like a hunter looking at his prey.

"Me?" I'm now even staring can't say in front of Kak Reza. "I was yesterday it was just—"

"Your grandfather may have worn Reza yesterday," Mama helped explain. Brother Reza nodded, immediately hurriedly went—naik to the room. I breathe a sigh of relief. I forgot the explanation part, how can I explain something if I don't even know the reason myself.