Interludes
Stranger with Yourself

A room with wide windows and crashing morning light in almost every corner of the room. He knew that this was the hospital room in the hospital.The whole thing in the room showed clearly. The second morning with a bite on his head. Two nurses in young purple uniforms walked in and greeted him.

" Good Morning Sweet Miss.how are you feeling this morning" a sweet smile with attractive dimples from the male nurse greeting her was unable to remove the dizziness that began to feel disturbing

"I ..my head is sick.." he is honest and also confused by the call of the sweet lady.what the hospital attendant is currently used to greet patients that familiar.

" Is there anything you can remember about what happened to you five days ago?" the female nurse, who was wearing a matching veil, was put in her suit jacket, asked questions while writing, and occasionally observed a status life monitor that rang regularly over her bed head.

"Five days ago?.I don't understand.." the sweet lady was clearly in confusion

the nurses nodded and smiled as they pressed the patient's shoulder to lie down and did not move much.

" It seems that the condition of Miss has been more stable, we will explain some things, and hope the lady is willing to hear it first.Miss can ask us to stop if we feel enough with our explanation...does the lady agree? the male nurse by the name of Ns Ardi's chest took a chair and sat down beside the bed...

the sweet lady of course there is no other choice.of all that appears randomly in her mind at this time.explanation is the best choice to unravel it. He nodded and softly said yes with resignation. After all he could not formulate a single question.what .why how when.he did not know what to ask more duhulu.

" A father named Mr. Pambudi brought Miss to the IGD of this hospital in a fainting state. She found Miss lying in the corridor of her office room and immediately brought Miss here. Pak Pambudi's address is on the number that can be contacted for An patient. Miss Sweet.ie that is you.

The two nurses looked at each other and again observed the face without the impression of the sweet lady patient who was glued in front of them.

" We call you Miss Sweet because no one recognizes you and no identification was found with you when found by Mr. Pambudi..your diagnosis is an anaphylactic shock that causes you to lose consciousness for three days in our treatment.

The hooded nurse named Ns Aisah nodded to calm the sad looking expression on the sweet lady patient's face.

"Can you remember your name, address and family that can be contacted, they must be worried about you at this time..And maybe be able to tell us what has happened to you so that you lay unconscious in the corridor of Mr Pambudi's office?

And then the sweet lady again saw some people running in to him blur ..coupled with the sound of alarm that memekekakan from the life status record device that slowly weakened then only silent and dark..

The two nurses left the room of the Intensive Care Unit with the door open. It's the second day and it's the same thing as the day before. The patient went back into shock and fell unconscious while listening to their questions.

There is no significant development.it is written in the resume of their report on the medical records of patients in the nursing care column. And will be a reference Dr. Nurhadi ..doctor expert in handling the sweet lady.

The two nurses looked back at the distance as they saw a dashing man in an old ash suit with his buttons open, walking into the ICU room.

" Good Morning Sister." her heavy but warm voice greeted them

" Good Morning Mr. Pambudi.you are late again.Miss Sweet's patient came back unconscious during our examination a few minutes ago."

But the existence of the girl.in front of the door of his room suddenly arrived undetected really very disturbing. When this information is known to the user, it will be a blow to the credibility of their company which has been a leader for almost 10 years in the development of spy technology and digital security life.

He has played space recordings dozens of times and analyzed digital data to a degree of ultrasonic sensitivity to sound with technology they are even developing..But no image or shadow can show where the girl came from or when exactly the girl was lying on her doorstep. The small and secretive team he formed is currently working day and night to solve their technology leak. Leaking is the only thing that makes sense, to explain how their security can be penetrated by the lying of a girl undetected by all the latest sophisticated devices they make.

The only key and witness who can give them answers to the anxieties they see will turn into a global catastrophe. Mr. Pambudi walked gontai towards a chair in the corner of the room.His frown showed he was thinking hard. Breath is heavy. The technology they claim with near-perfect accuracy has been booby-tough work and the billions of dollars that companies invest in hundreds of high-level research, it was like being swept away in a great flood that arrived without rain. Bah..Mr Pambudi was visibly upset as he walked towards the room where the girl lay unconscious.

Mr. Pambudi looked at the look on the face of the Sweet Lady who looked slumbering under the influence of sedatives. The skin is ripe sapodilla, the eyebrows are quite tight and engraved naturally on the face that is slightly thin. This girl is rightly called Miss Sweet. This is a typical Indonesian face with a genuine fantasy. Dusky black hair and well groomed. It is rare in fact he saw the hair of such a naturally beautiful girl.most girls he met have colored hair and bobble with fragrant parfume hair care center.

Mr. Pambudi recalled the fragrance that struck his nose while carrying the girl and ran to his car before the trip to the hospital.

A fragrance that is difficult to describe is unique and evokes distant memories. His mind was busy looking for a fragrance that felt once so familiar to him a long time ago.

He had to pay attention to every detail, no matter how small it was. He only had details to follow up on by his genius brain, because the girl always lost consciousness when she should have spoken.

Mr. Pambudi looked at the flower clothes in his hand. He purposely brought it up to show his serious attention. The same wreath still fills the flower vase on the console table next to the patient's desk.it is still fresh in fact but he decided to replace it with the arrangement he carries today.

The shrill scream behind him almost made Mr Pambudi drop a glass vase in front of him. The girl ..si patient Miss Sweet ...He woke up and screamed at her like he was seeing a ghost. In just a few seconds a pair of watch nurses rushed into the room, and Mr. Pambudi had to stand up in the hope of being anxious outside the room, watching the paramedics do their job calms the hysterical Miss Sweet and points at her.

"Who is she..go.." the Sweet Lady still gasps in fear while pointing to Mr. Pambudi's voice.

" Be calm Miss, he's Mr. Pambudi, who is helping you. Miss need not be afraid you are very safe at this moment. She won't hurt you Miss.please calm down." The paramedics managed to calm the Sweet Miss down. The girl finally relaxed a little with an anxious look..

" Why am I here..?" finally the sweet lady returned to talk but this time it was like whispering to herself.

while outside the room Mr. Pambudi really hope that the girl does not fall unconscious again. He also prepared the opening sentence when introducing himself to the girl later.

The Sweet Lady listened carefully to the nurse's explanation of the man, about the process until she was treated at the place. Every now and then the Sweet Lady nodded.and this time was stunned as they asked for her name, address and family.As hard as she could she tried to fight the dizzy that instantly attacked her and tried to give an answer.

"my name..name.." his mouth was a little gaping ..His tongue felt stiff..

" no.oh I don't know.., my name." Tears slowly flowed from the outer corner of his eyes.this time he did not lose his memory. But he looks very sad when he realizes he has no memory of what he is.

Ns Aisah's nurse comforted her by patting her back .that she need not forcefully remember and that her memory will soon recover. He just had to be more relaxed and unencumbered.

while outside the room Mr. Pambudi.com stood tense and his hands clenched in annoyance. He was right on the verge of disaster..Huuhh the girl had memory loss. This is how Mr. Pambudi has been determined to carry out his backup plan. He always has a plan B for everything.