TITISAN MARANTI'S
BAD MEMORIES

Mr. Sanusi then recounted the strangest experience he had experienced during his time as an ambulance driver.

“Begini, Mas Nur. It happened to be my night picket at Puskesmas. As usual at Puskesmas there is only Satpam, picket doctor, Mr. Makhrus, and me as an ambulance driver. But they are busy with their own business. Eleven o'clock at night, suddenly there was a call from the police office. If it's not wrong to call his name Captain Yosi.

“Captain Yosi? Hm .. I know him,” by Nur Rahman.

“Wah, great you can get to know the police with a myriad of achievements. I don't know where the number came from, Captain Yosi called me. He asked me to pick up the body in RSUD and deliver the body to a village located at the foot of the mountain. According to Captain Yosi, the body was the victim of an accident that had no close relatives. So, no one picked him up to the hospital,” said Mr. Sanusi with a medium tempo.

“Why did Captain Yosi ask the Father for help? Didn't you just take the patient at this Puskesmas. If RSUD has its own ambulance?” nur Rahman Protest.

“It should be so, but according to Captain Yosi, the stock of ambulance cars in RSUD is up because it has to take other accident victims as well. According to Captain Yosi, not only were the ambulance cars in the Puskesmas where I was serving, but almost all the Puskesmas ambulance cars in the city were involved, considering that the accident victims of that time were many and spread throughout the village in this city,” replied Mr. Sanusi quite long.

“What accident is it up to that many victims?” nur Rahman asked with a frown.

“Bus accident falls into a ravine. It is said that all the passengers are employees at a company who returned home to travel to the next city,” replied Mr. Sanusi while staying focused on the streets.

“Tragic once yes, Sir?” timpal Nur Rahman's.

“Yes, that is ... Finally I went straight to RSUD to retrieve the bodies of the victims of the accident and I was only provided with a piece of paper containing the address obtained by the police from the ID card in question. After that I immediately left to deliver the body to the address written by the police ... alone,” said Mr. Sanusi.

“Only? Those nights?” nur Rahman did not believe it.

“Yes, Mas Nur. I am rarely accompanied by other people when delivering the body. More often alone. Yes, at most accompanied by Mr. Makhrus if fitting he has no work. I also, if unemployed often help the task of Mr. Makhrus bathing the body,” replied Mr. Sanusi.

“Certain, Sir? Not the address written by the police?” ask Nur Rahman again.

“Not just far away, Mas Nur. But jaaaaaauh. The address was in the plantation area at the foot of the mountain north of the Puskesmas where I served. Still a sub-district with me, but far away, Mas.” Mr. Sanusi widened his eyes to show how far away the delivery location was.

“Iya, Sir. How does it go?” Nur Rahman nodded his head in a sign of understanding.

“I also finally left alone to deliver the bodies of the victims of the accident were only armed with a paper record of the address given by the police. Although I have lived in this city for quite a long time, frankly I do not know for sure the location of the village written on the paper. But I only know the big way. When I entered it I did not understand. And you need to know, that night the streets were very quiet. As far as I know though at one night, if in the village there are still people who just sit around staying up late on the side of the road. In the early hours of that day, there were no people I met. It was quiet .. Only my car passed on the street. After driving for a long time, an ambulance arrived at the boundary between the highway and the road leading into the plantation. Well, that's where the atmosphere feels completely different. I drove the body back and forth alone. Noon or night, but my feelings were not as pleasant as they were. Imagine, the road is broken and there are no houses at all on the left and right of the road. There are only rubber trees,” said Mr. Sanusi dramatically.

“No, Mas Nur. The road is right into the rubber tree. I remember the words of the people who had visited the village. Indeed, the village is located after passing through the rubber garden. I followed the broken path until I reached a crossroads. There is one to the left and one to the right. That's where I got confused which way to go. As I turned on the phone turned out there was no signal at all. Find a place to ask

, no one at all. Finally I bet to choose the road that turns to the right. And you know, don't you? The road to the right is slippery. Due to lack of caution, one of the wheels of the ambulance car I was carrying went into the trench. I tried to get the wheels out of the trench, but I couldn't. I finally got out of the car. Can you imagine, Mas Nur? In the middle of a super dark rubber garden. I was just alone in the state of the car tyre getting into the trench. Bring the body again. I was really confused at the time. Who would you like to ask for help with? The phone also has no signal. I'm still trying to get the tires out of the trench, but I can't. Fortunately, in such a state of panic, there was suddenly a young man passing by with a sak. The young man greeted me first.”

“Rubbed yes, Sir?” greet the young man.

“I-i-iya, Mas,” replied I was shocked because of the sudden appearance of the young man.

“Not to be afraid, sir! I'm a real person here. I'm used to going out in the middle of the night this way to the top. I want to have coffee up there. If you leave during the day, do not kneel because the location is far” replied the young man.

“Iya, Mas. I want to take the body to the village of Rogo Ilang, but the tire of the ambulance suddenly pooped like this,” replied Mr. Sanusi.

“Sampean is wrong way, sir. It should be at the fork of the road by the left turn. Not until one kilo peanut will meet the village of Rogo Ilang. Let me now help you to odd the tires with this wood I brought. Just drive the car!” answer the young man.

“After being assisted by the young man, finally the ambulance tire could come out of the ditch and I was painstakingly turned his car towards the intersection of the road earlier. And sure enough said the young man. Not up to one kilo, I have managed to find the village of Rogo Ilang written on the police record that I hold. Relieved once I managed to hand over the corpse of the accident newspaper to the villagers of Rogo Ilang. I also returned to the city again after,” continued Mr. Sanusi's story at length.

“Luckily there was a young man who helped Mr. Sanusi, so he could get to his address, yes?” nur Rahman Sela.

“Wait! Do you know who that young man is?” cut Mr. Sanusi with a facial expression that makes Nur Rahman curious.

“Who, Sir?” ask Nur Rahman.

“Tomorrow when I relax at the Puskesmas there will be a newspaper that reports about the incident of the bus accident. In the paper, photos of the victims were displayed before the accident. Coincidentally when the date of their tour had a photo together. And I was immediately shocked because in the row of photos there was a photo of the young man who had helped me at night in the rubber garden,”, said Mr. Sanusi with bulging eyes.

“Yes Lord!” pekik Nur Rahman.

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