Biohazard's Catastrophe: Death's Hallway

The Strange Eyes

Cicaheum Terminal, Bandung

Two days later

“Cicaheum...! The cicaheum...! Last stop...! Comeing! Come!”

The loud sound of the conjecture disperse the daydreams of Ardana sitting in the front seat of the left side. With a bit of laziness he grabbed his big backpack and went down. The bustling atmosphere of the terminal immediately greeted him. Assistance traders, buskers, and other food vendors began to act. They offer merchandise to every passenger who is about to leave or just come. Not to be missed, black smoke from the exhaust of buses and transport cars erupted as the engines roared. Only vehicles that look just now that do not make heavy pollution like that.

Just a dozen footsteps reached him, some angkot car conductor approached and asked where he would go. Ardana refused subtly while holding both hands in front of the chest. It has become a common sight if passengers who get off the bus directly approached the driver or conductor angkot who is ready to deliver them according to the destination of the trayek. After all, not a single major ends or crosses its destination.

Ardana refused to quickly continue the journey. Hunger led him to find a place to eat. He explored the inside of the terminal area until finally found a large enough restaurant where there provide a variety of Sundanese culinary.

ABAH EMAN'S DINING HOUSE.

Ardana chose to go in there. The place is not so crowded because the lunch hour has passed. After washing his hands in the sink, he chose a table that was close to the window on the left side of the restaurant door.

Not long after, a younger female servant approached her. He was wearing a short-sleeved yellow shirt with black trousers. His shoulder-length hair was covered in a dark green bandana. Her oval face looked fresh and was very harmonious with a faint red hue on her cheeks. Both of his eyes are not so wide became the attraction, if every visitor of the restaurant was willing to admit there are beautiful waiters there.

“Welcome, I want to order what?” the tanyanya is friendly while handing over the menu list.

Ardana looked over and gaped a little. He was aghast as soon as he realized the young girl before him did not have black or other eyes like a human in general. The dark and blackish red color of her eyes stunned her for a while before she finally regained her senses on her own.

“Oh? Uh, i—iya, i..” Ardana was in a hurry to see all the food on the list.

“I want tutug rice oncom, fried chicken and sambal terasi. Drink it.. hmmm good it's fresh, huh? Lime ice only.”

The young servant girl just recorded Ardana's order without letting go of her smile and friendly expression. Ardana tried to steal a glance back into his eyes.

“His eye... it's red. I saw it wrong or how is this?” his inner.

“There's more? If there is none, I will immediately give it to the kitchen section.”

Ardana shook her head slowly.

“Alright, please wait.”

Finished taking note, the servant girl with the dark green bandana invited him to wait. He left Ardana to return to the kitchen located behind the teak room where the payment and order was taken.

From her position Ardana could still see the servant girl talking to one of the cooks while giving a note of order. After a few seconds he turned his face towards the window and closed his eyes. His mind was still spinning, figuring out whether what he saw was really real or just an illusion. The girl attracted him. After a long argument with her own heart, Ardana decided to ask her name directly.

A few minutes later the food came. And the one who brought him was the same person. Ardana still watched the servant girl's eyes carefully. It was completely blackish red. It's just that when viewed from a distance the color is as if it's normal black. I don't know if other visitors have seen it or just him.

Orders consisting of fried chicken side dish timbel rice and terasi sambal are placed on the table. Following a glass of lime ice that looks tantalizing.

“Euh... wait a minute!” Ardana raised her right hand.

The servant girl who had turned her back on her head went back to the booking room. Ardana's sudden voice raised a little, making her look with curiosity. From the look of the eye he looks like a person who tends to be anxious if there are visitors who complain for the taste of cuisine or the cleanliness of the place.

Ardana who realized her actions hurriedly controlled the intonation of the voice. “Sorry if it seems rude. But may I know whose name you are?”

“My name is Paramitha, Kang. I am a waiter at this restaurant,” replied the servant girl. “Sorry, what is it, huh?” tanyakanya.

“No, just wanted to know. Because I happened to be in Bandung for a long time, so who knew I could stop by to eat here again? I heard this restaurant is a favorite of passengers who will leave or just arrive.” Ardana deliberately lies to find out Paramitha's reaction.

Paramitha smiled thinly, “O, did you? The people who come here will love coming back. Here, all food and drinks are hygienically processed. The cook in this restaurant is also skilled and great.”

“Alright, then excuse me for a moment,” he continued while slightly bending and passing from Ardana.

Ardana did not answer. This young man nodded without being seen by Paramitha. Even so, he was still curious about the blackish-red eyes that the young servant had possessed. For the time being he chose not to be too pushy about it. In front of him was a meal that should be immediately spent before continuing the journey. Moreover, his stomach could not be invited to compromise to hold hunger any longer. As a result, fried chicken side dish timbel rice and red terasi sambal was eaten greedily.

He sighed. Maybe it was just his feelings, he thought. But the young man's gaze was clearly fixed on his two eyes. And he can feel it.

“Kirain teh you will scold him. Not asking for names. But, the guy is handsome geuning?”

Paramitha reflexes looked back. A long-haired girl who was the same age as him was already so close to him while showing a mocked expression.

“Ih, how do I know too? He called in a high voice like he wanted to get angry,” whispered as he closed his eyes and smiled amusedly.

Sumita watched Ardana who was eating. It was not until a minute that he turned his eyes back to Paramitha.

“By the way tomorrow you're going home to Ciamis, right? Later send a post to my parents, yes?” her door.

Paramitha. “For sure, you don't need to worry oruh, Sumit,” he said full of confidence.

“I want to go back. Wash face first.” Leaving Sumita who was still watching Ardana.

Arriving at the toilet, Paramitha did nothing. He locked the door and stood with his arms in front of the sink mirror, looking at his eyes from the reflection in a very clear mirror. These two blackish-red eyes that made his life change since he was a child. An eye he never expected for inviting reinforcements and trouble into his life. In the past, his fate was less fortunate. People shunned him, thinking of himself as a disaster. As a little girl, she was full of the sour salt of a miserable life.

Only Sumita and her parents defended her. When they graduated from Junior High, they agreed to move Paramitha to Bandung and no longer live in Ciamis. It was in the city of flowers that he worked part-time on one of the relatives of Sumita's parents, then fate took him to another job as a waitress in a famous restaurant in the middle of the Cicaheum Terminal area. Concerning choosing a place to live, Paramitha filled one of the boarding houses in Antapani and shared the place with other residents including Sumita. For a while he could forget all the bad experiences he had.

However, there was one incident that he could never forget. The experience that made him often have nightmares.

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A dozen years ago

The little girl was crying in fear when a TNI soldier with a special emblem bearing the image of a snake and a commando knife in his right arm pulled her by force. Not only there, he was also forced to not look left and right. I don't know what's on his mind. The sound of terrified screams and the clear roar of death was not something good for his development. But what power, fate made him experience a fate that no other children his age had ever experienced. Although she could not see, this girl heard everything clearly. He also roared because he could no longer.

“Ibuuu…! Mitha was scared, mom..!” The cry of this little girl grew louder.

“Shut! Don't cry, just ignore it! And stop calling your dead mother!” hardik the soldier.

Instead of stopping, his cries became louder. The soldier who did not care still carried him through the hall six meters in diameter. Although there were too many paths around him, he knew where to go. The dimly lit lights did not even make it difficult or bother him, other than the sounds. In his heart he felt honest and admitted to being daunted every time he entered a place that was ten meters deep from below the surface of the ground. Most of his time was spent there. Waking up and patrolling he always did in that place.

Jdug!

The sound of the impact on the left side made him startled. Almost the little boy in his grasp slipped away. As soon as he turned to the source of the voice, his two eyes widened. His originally ferocious face turned into an expression of unbearable fear and horror.

A seedy-haired man with a neck wrapped around slimy red tentacles thrashed. His hands continued to lash out at the bulletproof glass which was also soundproof. His mouth formed the letter ‘O’, which was interpreted as a request for him to be helped. It was a waste of effort. From his left and right appeared a dozen other tentacles that directly pierced both ears to penetrate to the back of the head. His body shook violently for a few seconds before finally convulsing and no longer moving. His two sharp glancing eyes seemed to freeze and slowly become colder.

“Ah, crazy! Why should I watch the horror?!” it means hurrying.

After walking down the hallway by taking a straight path, they arrived at a room that was closed with a solid steel door. Both TNI soldiers with the same emblem let him in. Inside there was already waiting for three middle-aged men wearing white suits that dangled down to the knees. No friendly impression appeared. Everyone stared sinisterly at the little girl-carrying soldier before them now.

“Oh, so this is his son? Fussy once it seems.” One of those who felt uneasy immediately approached.

“His crying voice alone can be heard from far away,” said another.

The soldier remained silent. The little girl still continued to cry as the three men in white suits dragged her into another, darker room. He thrashed but his strength was clearly far less than the three adults who were now shackling his movements.

“Take it easy, Son. Your eyes will now be replaced with more beautiful eyes!” exclaim them.

“Ibuuuu…! IBUUUU....!”

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