Those Who Want My Body
Overlapping

This hour is usually busy with drug services, so time seems to pass quickly. From the shajun I have all done, although mas Anwar told me to rest, I even cleaned up the house and did all kinds of activities but the clock still showed at 10:00 WIB.

My phone rings. Ah... Mas Anwar, my lips are smiling faintly.

"Assalamualaikum, my mother."

"Vaalikumsalam. I'm sorry I came home a little late today, but try to go home not too late."

"Yes, it's okay. Do not forget to eat. See you at home."

Everything is fine, I don't know what I'm going to do again. Maybe because I was too tired my eyes started to get heavy, drowsiness came. I lay on the sofa and closed my eyes with the TV still on. I'm starting to fall asleep.

In my sleep I heard the sound of the footsteps of someone wearing pantofel shoes, the sound of the steps was clear and approaching. Ah. Maybe the sound from the TV. But the sound of footsteps was not in harmony with the sound coming out of the TV. That move sounds closer. My body is stiff, my eyes are hard to open. As hard as I tried to get out of my sleep, it was all in vain. All I can control is my mind. The sound of the steps stopped, the TV that had been lit suddenly died. Silence, no sound. Suddenly someone pulled my leg as hard as I could, so I fell off the couch and woke up.

I continued to brush my chest while stroking my chest. The clock is at 13:45 WIB. I slept a long time. I just had sleep paralysis or sleep paralysis. The common people call the incident I experienced is 'overlapping'. Yes, I experience it often.

At nightfall, Mas Anwar came home with a snack of my favorite crispy fried banana.

"Mas already eaten?"

"It." Answer smiled.

"Last noon I was hit by 'tightness' again."

Mas Anwar was surprised, immediately checking the state of my body.

"I'm fine, but my legs hurt a lot."

"Yes..."

"Mas."

"What?"

"It used to be that as often as I 'looked' never until I got hurt like yesterday. And these last few years 'they' have been really bothering me." I started to shed tears.

"God willing, there is nothing. Ask for protection from God. Don't worry, I'm here." Hugging Anwar tried to calm me down.

The next day I went to work as usual, even though my feet were getting sore to walk. Luckily my job does not require much to walk, everything I can do with a sitting position.

"Aishwa, are your legs still hurting?" Ask Ms. Neneng, the senior I work with.

"Slightly ma'am, this morning I've been taking medicine."

"You've been around, your hearing has just recovered, now replace a sore leg." He said with a smile on my face.

"Yes, I'm sorry ma'am."

"Yes, quickly finish this pile of recipes. Let me give it to the patient, because the queue is still quite a lot."

"Good ma'am, thank you so much."

This is my fourth year working at Mutiasari Hospital. There is a lot of experience that I have gained while working as a pharmacist here. Besides experience, I have friends even like my own family.

It is still recorded clearly the experience of the second day I work here, in addition to the employees of Mutiasari Hospital, 'the occupants' also welcome my arrival to work here. That day was my birthday, even though I just worked here, ma'am and other employees of the pharmaceutical department gave me a surprise birthday.