COBBY

Siji

Hasan Motor enters the parking area in the basement of the Regional General Hospital. The atmosphere felt quiet, with dim lighting. Hasan took off her black helmet, as it felt a gentle vibration in her pants pocket. A message came in from Nita asking if Hasan had arrived at his destination or not.

"Hmm, don't let this 'Mbok Dhe' have herlambang, uh sixth sense. It can usually fit really well, WA entered when I arrived at the hospital parking lot," Hasan muttered with a smile. For a moment he forgot his concern for Sani's state.

Hasan walked down the spacious deserted parking lot. Her footsteps elicited an echo that made her feel uncomfortable. It was as if there were other footsteps following. Once in a while Hasan looked around. There's no one. Some of the corner points of the parking lot look really dark, without a speck of light.

Half-run finally Hasan reached the front court of the hospital with colorful paving in a clean white LED light beam. Hasan passed through the glass door and arrived at a room full of waiting chairs lined up with large numbers. Asrophy is seen sitting listlessly in one of the chairs. Hasan walked over to him.

"Hey, how's Sani doing?" hasan asked slowly, when he was beside Asropi.

"Ah, you're San. When's coming?" Asrophy looked surprised and asked back. The man who usually acts calm this time seems riled up. Even Hasan's arrival escaped his attention.

"just now. How's Sani doing?" Hasan repeated his question.

"Unconscious. Still in the ER room in the handling of doctors, not yet to be seen," replied Asrofi resigned. Heard his rough breathing.

Asrofi and Sani had been friends for a long time. Always been together since High School. Then studying on campus also costs in the same place, far from the city of origin. The murat of grief emanated clearly on the lethargic face of Asrophy.

"I've contacted Mamak, as well as his Father Sani. But at this hour there are no vehicles that can drive to this city. They're the fastest till noon tomorrow. I don't know what to say to her parents. Because it is impossible for people to be as cheerful, as leaked Sani attempted suicide. Her parents would never believe it," Asrofi clasped tightly onto her own hands while bowing deeply.

"It's my fault. I shouldn't have forced us into exploring that place. As the chief, I'm in charge" the voice of Asrophy sounded trembling.

Hasan was silent. His heart was filled with guilt. Suppose he is not reckless, daydreaming in exploration, of course bad things can be avoided. Unfortunately, it cannot be denied that profit cannot be achieved. Now there is only regret left in the minds of two young men who were silent in the waiting room of the hospital.

"Eat already?" tanya Hasan switched the conversation. Asrophy shook slowly. His eyes look empty.

Hasan stood up from his seat and stepped away after seeing the writing board plastered in the front of the room. He walked down a fairly empty hallway. Finally we arrived at a room near a small fish pond. The room that says Canteen at the top of the door.

The LED light installed in the plavon flashes several times. Hasan picked up some bread and pastries, as well as canned coffee on display at the front window. The canteen attendant of a middle-aged mother mother with blackened eyes like a lack of sleep. He was wearing an identification tag hanging on his chest. It says the name of the canteen guard, Panda. Hasan held back the laughter he made.

"Everything is fifty-five thousand mas" said Bu Panda when Hasan was about to pay.

Hasan is giving the money. Panda smiled at a glance, and stuffed Hasan's groceries into a white plastic bag.

"Who are you?" ask Bu Panda about stale.

"Temen Ma'am," Hasan replied briefly.

"What pain?" Panda asked again.

"Emm, still in the ER ma'am," replied Hasan of original origin.

"Amiin, thank you, ma'am" replied Hasan. He was confused about what to answer, because he suddenly got advice from people he did not know. But Hasan also felt that what the canteen guards said was true.

Hasan returned to the waiting room. The asrophy was still sitting in its place earlier, with a bent face. From what looks like the man was really hit with the state of Sani.

"Eat first, coffee also let seger," Hasan thrust bread and canned coffee. Asrophy smiled at a glance, and snatched the coffee in Hasan's hand.

"Sani was the happiest person I've ever known. Whatever the problem of his life, it is often made as a joke. Sometimes he has a faster mouth to speak than a head to think. Seeing him roll weakly on the bed, with his pale face and terrified expression left me out of words. I don't know what really happened. I was confused, how to help her," complained Asrofi, sighing in the coffee-flavored breath.

"Well, can you read the Javanese script?" ask Asrofi then.

"Java Axara? Why why?" Hasan asked back.

Asrophy opened his HP. Then send something through the messaging app to Hasan.

"What's this?" hasan asked after opening a message from Asropi.

"Under Sani's bed lay a piece of paper bearing the Javanese script. I had a chance to take a picture of him before it was handed over to the boarding security. I suspect it's some kind of will. But strangely as far as I know Sani does not understand the Javanese script," Asrofi looked at Hasan. Hasan's hair stood up for no reason.

"Nita can read it. I shared with Nita first," Hasan continued, immediately sending the photo to Nita.

It didn't take long, Nita's been replying. A pretty long message.

'Wes dadi pakulinan, yen budhal nggawa mulyh nyangking. Mangka yen sliramu nyangkat without a gig, ingsun jaluk ijol.'

(It has become a habit, if it comes to bring something then the time to go home gets the fruit of the hand. If you get a hand without bringing anything, I/we will ask for a change)

Hasan and Asrophy read Nita's message. The two of them exchanged looks in silence.

"San, how's this?" ask Asrophy panic.

"Sani's parents should know about this As" Hasan said.

"What if they get angry and hold accountable to the nature-loving club, especially me as the head of the committee? This will also affect the San campus. Worst chance we can all get sanctioned. I'm in San's final semester, graduating soon. Too stupid to accept punishment in the present moment," Asropi massaged his throbbing forehead.

"There's no other choice. Even if this problem sounds on campus, and we are blamed, how else? Sani's primary security. With us being honest with Sani's parents, it's possible that they have a solution. I'm ready to be sanctioned for the wrong I've done" Hasan patted Asropi on the shoulder.

"Wait San. Give me some time to think," Asrofi brushed Hasan off. The face that usually looks full of responsibility, now changed because of a situation. The asrophy felt like it was about to run away from its obligations.

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