President Cilok
125 Never forget me
Bokir down every area of the factory, the man with the head of the pelontos was flabbergasted when he saw the inside of the Amanah food production area had been destroyed. He returned to the guard post, and three night shift guards were also battered, with severe injuries.
Bokir then pulled out his phone, he immediately made a phone call to Damar, but Damar's phone was not connected, he tried to contact Wulan. Two, three phone calls did not get an answer, finally the four phone calls he made managed to make Wulan pick up the phone. “Lan, Food Trust!”
Before long, Bokir and Wulan ended.
Bokir again walked up to Asep, a guard who was still conscious and sitting with quite severe injuries leaning against the wall of the guard post, and Asep was also the one who had contacted Bokir. “Asep, who has done this, Sep?!”
Asep shook his head, a sign he did not know, because the attack was carried out suddenly and very brutally. As a result of the brutal attack, Asep's eyes were bruised, his cheeks bleeding from a machete weapon. All over his trembling body, fresh blood soaked some of the clothes he was wearing. “Sa-I don't know Sir.”
Bokir circled his gaze, staring at the entire area of the factory courtyard, several parked cars and container trucks also suffered severe damage. He called an ambulance.
Shortly after the ambulance arrived, and brought the three wounded guards to get first aid. He also contacted some of his friends who worked at the police station, in the field of investigation.
Both of Bokir's friends went straight to check, at the guard post area, and saw a cctv in the corner of the post.
“You've seen cctv, Kir?” ask a friend of Bokir, named Mardani. An investigator who usually conducts checks on the occurrence of cases.
Bokir patted his eel. “I haven't thought of it yet, Dan!”
Ali, Mardani and Bokir ran to the room where they were used as CCTV security posts.
CCTV video was replayed, rather than the arrival of the five people who attacked and beat the three guards who tried to fight. Next, the five people who split up did their respective duties to destroy everything in the factory production area and in the entire factory area.
Bokir widened his eyes, looking at the five people who had damaged all the areas within the production and outside of the factory. “Sial!!” Bokir's breaking the table.
“They were men, Kir,” said Ali, still monitoring the twisted cctv at the time of the destruction.
“Who dares to wake the sleeping lion.” growled, but unfortunately Bokir, Ali and Mardani could not see the faces of the attackers because they were covered in masks and wearing hats, also the condition of CCTV is dim.
Bokir pulled out his phone, he called Wulan again. “You've reached Lan, quickly come to factory, Damar should know.”
From across the phone, Wulan was looking at the ICU room with a pushy look. “Bokir, Dam-mar, Kir..” he said raucously, holding back sobs at will.
“Hroom, why Lan?!” ask Bokir to panic.
“Crash room... Kir.” replied Wulan, erasing the trail of her tears flowing down.
Bokir was surprised when he heard Wulan's answer, he moved and dropped his phone.. “What?!”
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RSUP Dr Sardjito
After arriving at the hospital' with a trembling voice. Wulan thought about contacting Holy Mother, however she should know what Damar had experienced, and then contact Bokir.
Wulan waited anxiously outside the ICU room, standing limp against the white walls of the hospital, anxiety and worry became a heart-wrenching dilemma. Scratches of wounds on his forehead were covered with white bandages, he must be able to withstand the pain must be able to withstand the weight of his body, the roar of tears wet his lashes.
“Yes Allah save the husband of the servant.” he said groaning.
A middle-aged woman with her maroon abaya ran along the hospital hallways in the middle of the night with a teenager in a tadpole paired with drawer pants. He saw his son-in-law standing against the white wall of the hospital.
”Wulan..” Excited to call his son-in-law.
Wulan turned her face to look at a woman with a tinge of anxiety there, having come with Danum. “Holy Bu..” He tried to stand up straight, but his sprained legs did not support him to walk closer to Holy Mother.
Holy Ma'am and Danum immediately approached Wulan who had fallen on the floor, Holy Mother hugged Wulan. Tears can no longer be contained. “Wulan..” is needed again.. with all the arcing flavors.
Wulan returned her mother-in-law's embrace. His lips seemed to be confused to talk, everything felt heavy, it felt heavy, his tongue was a joke, even to voice his cry could not do. The soul trench was crumbled softly.
Holy Mother rubbed Wulan's back, tonight as if it were a night filled with gloom. “Sabar Child, istighfar.” He looked at the ICU room. Holy Ma'am unraveled her embrace, she gently rubbed Wulan's cheeks, puffy eyes and reddened nose looks like her daughter-in-law was very hit.
“Damar, Ma..” said Wulan groaned, wept with Holy Mother.
“Mother is sure, Damar will be fine, Lan.” replied the Holy Mother, even so her heart is very anxious. However, however, he had to toughen up, then bring Wulan to sit in a chair that had been provided by the hospital.
Danum stared at the door of the ICU room, his net heating up when he saw the room. He could not afford to lose again, Danum walked near the door of his hand fumbled. “Mas, Mas Damar..” he said raucously, sadness and hope blend into one.
In the two-hour ICU room, Damar was unconscious. Two hours later, Damar received intensive care in a room filled with various cables and medical equipment, he had been bleeding a lot due to a hard impact on his head. Doctors and nurses were trying to stop the bleeding from Damar's head.
“The possibility of a collision in the patient is very hard, Doc,” said the nurse who was assisting to stop bleeding in Damar's head.
“Perhaps, the patient will have a concussion, Doctor?” another nurse.
“We must realize it first, for the next step, CT-scan tests must be done.” he replied, This tall doctor turned to the nurse who was installing the infusion. “Heci, prepare blood bags.” Doctor's word to other nurses.
“Good, Doctor.” replied the nurse.
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“Hahaha...” The last laugh of a man in an empty warehouse, which is used as a nest of distribution and drug parties. “I've managed to make him feel the sensation of taste on the verge of death!”
Teler...the six men were having a merry party after completing the mission. With the smell of ciu and drugs that can make people escape from logic, logic sane people.
Sane people can go crazy, and the crazy ones become even more crazed by taking this illegal drug. However, what is forbidden is precisely what is a hunt by some people who want to just taste or already depend on this type of narcotic drugs.
Types of gorilla drugs. Well, from the name alone it is crazy, let alone the person who wears it. Sinting and fantasizing that his life seemed to fly over space.
A man sitting next to a man who was laughing with a sip of a drug pipette asked with his lips turning blue. “Why are you Pik, looking so satisfied to have ravaged that food factory?!”
“Opik, got a long-standing grudge with the owner of that food company. Hahaha..” replied Opik's friend, he was named Mehendra, the son of a rich family. The daily life is just a joke and sip pipettes of drugs and ciu with high alcohol content.
Opik throw Garuda peanut skin towards Mahendra, peanuts are always identical as a companion when drunk ciu, where there is a bottle of ciu there must be beans, peanuts, as if beans and ciu like Romeo and Juliet, “Tau aja you bro, well I have an old grudge with him!”
Opik recalled again, as he brutally crashed and threw Damar on the street came from. He was excited, because he managed to outwit the motor vehicle that tried to stop him.
“Anjirt, it's not you who took his girlfriend, and now it's your ex-wife?! Aren't you very weird Pik?” ask Opik's friend, named Radit, who works as a top model and artist. The artist's life makes him feel depressed, afraid that the artist's competition makes him get rid of by the newcomer artist, and again. For Radit, the use of narcotics is a vitamin supplement boost confidence.
A bottle of ciu passed through Opik's throat, his vision began to blur. He was so drunk that he lay on the couch, and laughter still came out of his mouth. “Hahaha... That's why I got divorced from a fucking wife! He's already comparing me to Damar, that cilok-seller jerk, kampungan!”
“Ahaha... insane really!” yang Danil, the drug dealer. This skinny and curvy man cannot be considered playful. The network is very broad, reaching the boundaries of Asia.
“I like your style, Pik!!” replied one of Opik's friends, he named Pram an ex-convict of ATM burglary.
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Dr. Adams came out of the ICU room, he looked at the three people who were waiting for his answer, “I regret having to tell you this,” said Dr. Adams, “but, the patient has severe injuries on the part of his head, there is a high chance that the patient will have a concussion, and I suggest tomorrow is the patient's schedule to do a CT-scan.” examination
Dr. Adams paused for a moment to allow Holy Mother, Wulan and Danum to digest what he had just told the three men who wished the patient he was dealing with was fine.
The Holy Mother placed her palm in front of her chest, and asked Dr. Adams. “What is so severe, Doctor?”
“More details tomorrow, after the examination using a CT-scan, to find out how severe the wound is, Bu.” replied Dr. Adams. “I hope no blood vessel blockage.”
“It may not cause death, right, Doctor?” Danum asked to make sure that it was not death that would come for his brother.
Holy Ma'am clasped his youngest son's arm. “Don't talk rich like that, Le! Pamali!”
“Mother, Danum is afraid, Bu.” said Danum, while wiping his arm. “Fear, Mas Damar will leave us rich Father, Bu.” This teenager is very afraid of the name of death, the roar of his tears flowing without excuse.
Speaking of death?!
Wulan felt like her brain was unable to process it. It looks like he is looking, how can it be? Even the song that Damar sung three hours ago still gleamed melodiously in his ears. Isn't this like a dream?
Wulan chose not to question the thing that made her heart even more confused, she dragged her sprained leg, grimaced with pain, then walked up to the door and opened it. She saw her husband's body lying helplessly on top of the gurney.
Walking in gambled footsteps, approaching the gurney, passed by several nurses who were staring at him. Wulan did not care though he was prevented from approaching Damar first. He did not care about the nurse's warning. She knelt to the right of the gurney, looking at her face with her husband's bruised eyes. “Never forget me.” Wulan clasped Damar's hand, a moment later she kissed him gently. “and never leave me..”.
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