Biohazard's Catastrophe: Death's Hallway

Coat of arms of Two Types of Snakes

“Iya, yes. Calm down, Neng. What's up, why do you look so panicked?”

Early in the morning, Ardana had received a call from Paramitha. At first he thought the girl asked to go out again, but then it was heard to make his forehead shrivel. Paramitha's tone of voice was like one who was panicking and a little frightened. His speech seemed to hunt and knew alluding about the location where Ardana found the blood-stained memo.

Luckily the loudspeaker on his smartphone is not activated, if only when at the beginning of the call he touched the activator icon it is certain that the voice rising Paramitha can be heard by members of the host family. Several times Ardana grimaced because he could not hear the girl continuously talking with intonation that could not be lowered. More like a riled up person than worried for him.

“Good. We'll talk later at Miss Nina's, okay? I'll be there, so you just wait.”

The talks ended after Paramitha followed his advice. Ardana glanced at the bed opposite her that Ilham occupied. The man was gone and appeared to be exercising early in the morning outside. The window blinds are prepped to make sure that Inspiration is in the yard. His guess missed especially after seeing the Ford Ranger car they used to use also did not exist.

“Okay, forgot! Mr. Ilham will go to Dustira again,” his hisses remembered the previous night's chat with Ilham.

Not long after, Ardana left the room with the toiletries. Cold water in the morning provides great coolness and peace of mind. While tidying up, it came to his mind to take Paramitha for a walk just looking for breakfast outside. It was also to anticipate if there were talks that Nina should not have heard.

In almost twenty-seven minutes, Ardana had arrived in front of the grounds of Nina's house on foot a little quickly. With a somewhat breathless breath he headed towards the veranda of the house. Unlike usual, on the homepage there was no one. The big house also looked quiet.

For almost two minutes, Ardana stood in front of the house while dipping left and right until finally Paramitha appeared from the left side. The girl carried a sprayer in her right hand and a small pot of ornamental plants in her left hand. Despite wearing only a pink collared T-shirt with long black pants of cotton and a dark green cloth bandana perched on the head, Paramitha still looked sweet and beautiful.

“Oh, morning beauty,” muttered Ardana involuntarily.

Paramitha who heard that immediately frowned while putting sprayers and ornamental plants in the yard.

“Sit here first, I want to talk,” the order while pointing to the home floor.

Ardana did not obey him. “Bu Nina to where?” tanyakanya.

“Just left for the market. Maybe about an hour later just come home,” replied Paramitha.

There was no reply from Ardana. This young man then went up to the porch and sat at the end of the floor. Both of his legs were left straight lengthwise in the row of stairs. While Paramitha is still busy arranging the location of the existing ornamental plant pots while spraying the stimulant herbal power that he deliberately brought from Bandung.

“Do not have breakfast outside. I've made grilled rice with crispy anchovies. There is also fried sambal if you want,” said Paramitha without turning to Ardana. In an instant, the girl had already passed back to the left side of the house towards the back door.

Ardana smile. Sometimes he admires the girl's quickness in preparing things that sometimes he does not think of himself. Until the matter of breakfast, Paramitha noticed it in detail. His habit in working carried over to other domains that are common and common. I just want to hear the story that was discussed on the phone.

A few minutes later, Paramitha exited the front door carrying two packs of banana leaves filled with two fists of grilled rice, six slices of watercress, a bowl of fried chili and drinking water. Seeing the girl's innate rather a lot, Ardana helped her put everything on the veranda floor. The distinctive aroma of grilled rice that is very appetizing greets his sense of smell. Ardana who originally wanted to start a chat delayed her wishes. It would be nice to fill the stomach that has echoed the rebellion over hunger.

After breakfast, the two of them sat down at their original place without shifting a bit. From the beginning, Ardana actually noticed the murat of anxiety on the face of her lover who had been covered with a happy expression a moment ago. He let her start her own story. Although curiosity provoked him to ask first.

Paramitha removed the dark green cloth bandana that covered part of her hair tied in pigtails on the back. He looked at Ardana.

“If you want to tell me now, it's okay, Neng,” said Ardana.

The girl did not respond immediately. His gaze returned straight forward with the look of his eyes as if he was laughing at something.

“That night his dream was scary,” he said later, “too real until I could feel everything that happened.”

Ardana moved closer. “What do you see?”

Paramitha tries to recall the dream she had last night. Starting from the first time to find a flashlight, explore a room with a mysterious emblem on its door to find another place resembling a hall filled with corpses and terrible creatures that hunt it. When it came to the part where Ardana was killed by a large tall creature with sharp sickles at the end of the hall, the girl was silent while closing her eyes.

Despite not knowing, Ardana believes there is a part of the girl's dream that is very scary. He tightly grasped Paramitha's hand as he rubbed his shoulder slowly.

“It's okay if there is a spooky part that you can't tell,” he said empathizing.

“Don't go back there again, Dan.”

Ardana knew the place Paramitha meant. The underground passageway contains many rooms that are underground in the Sirnasurya Forest. From the Catranata girl's worries to her, there seems to be a part of the dream that pertains to her.

“Why? What does this have to do with last night's dream?”

“What I saw was too real, Dan. I don't want anything bad to happen if you go back there!” Paramitha's tone slightly raised as she glanced at him.

“Can't be so, Neng. My job is to investigate the place,” Ardana argued.

This young man held both shoulders of Paramitha while looking at her very fixedly.

“I believe my investigation will also lead to proof that your extended family has nothing to do and that the slander of the past can be eliminated. Look, no one knows what I'm doing but Mr. Ilham and Mr. Odang. Including you and Aunt Marni. My duty now is for your good. So that you can freely return to your birthplace any time after this, without fear of intimidation of the population who are anxious to overdo it every time you hear the name Catranata.”

Paramitha did not reply. His mouth remained clenched with a face that still showed concern. But Ardana had no choice because the task he was doing was part of the work that had been chosen from the beginning.

“Now... tell me, what did you see again in your dream last night?”

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Ilham had just arrived at Odang's house at night, when Ardana was already in his room drawing something on top of a sketchbook. The man looked curious to see the young man who seemed unaware of his arrival. Even when he accidentally rang the carton bag containing the cheese chocolate-flavored jackfruit he bought in the middle of the road, Ardana did not glance at it at all.

“What are you doing, Dan? Seriously it seems,” he said in pleasantries.

“Hm?” That's the only response Ardana issued while glancing for a moment, then refocused on his drawing activities.

Ilham placed his innate martabak parcel in the middle of the table separating the two beds. While taking off his jacket, he noticed Ardana's attitude which this time he thought was unusual. Inevitably had to wait until the short-haired young man completed the drawing he was making.

What Ardana does is draw a mysterious emblem that Paramitha tells her, which the girl sees in a dream. Since there was no golden color for the snake wrapped around the blade, he used a yellow pencil to stain it. Although yesterday he did not find it, there was confidence in his heart that it could be found in another room that had not been investigated. The picture was then shown to Ilham.

“What is this?” ask Ilham. He took the picture that Ardana made and watched it closely.

“As ever seen this emblem before,” murmured later. Inspiration looks forward, while trying to reach his memory that has passed.

Ardana who just found out Ilham brought martabak bangka without saying anything immediately took one piece from the package. The melted chocolate stuffing in the martabak slices almost melted out of his mouth.

“Paramitha had a bad dream about the place we found under Sirnasurya Forest, sir. He said he saw this emblem on one of the doors. Then there was a hall containing humans who were eaten alive by many monstrous creatures. And last he saw me killed by one of them,” he explained.

Ilham was silent to Ardana's explanation. His eyes were back on the picture. Although he did not remember very well, he felt that he had seen her a moment ago.

“This picture that Paramitha saw in her dream?” tanyanya.

Ardana. “Didn't the dream also appear as a reflection of events that have passed, sir? I mean, how about it turns out...”.

“Reacted what, Dan?” Inspiration scrunched his forehead.

The young man seemed to be thinking about something and then looked at Ilham seriously.

“What if it turns out Paramitha never entered, or rather was brought in there? It's just that I don't know yet because as you said, Mitha tends to cover things up. Yes, right?”

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