Dusk At Ufuk Malacca

Chapter 16

I threw my body in the bed hoping no one would come back at bedtime. This day of activity is very dense and draining energy and mind.

Last afternoon the arrival of another person, his condition was not severe but suffered a psychiatric disorder. I can't get any information because I'm just sculpting.

Nowadays the smell of mattresses and pillows is more tempting than the aroma of cooking. It may take only 5 seconds I can fall asleep and even snore.

Gawaiku rang singing my favorite "Rindiani. There was the sound of someone across there.

"Sari, are you sleeping?" he asked.

"Yes sir, did anyone come again?" I asked.

"Nothing but try to get out of the room for a minute and check on your friend. She seemed to be learning to be a model again," she replied with a laugh.

Curiosity defeats my sleepiness. I wake up and make sure. I checked the rooms one by one but it seemed like they were all asleep because their room lights were not on.

I checked the other room. Looks like someone is standing in front of the CCTV while waving ala model. Immediately I ran towards him because he did not wear a thread.

It is only fitting that the one who is in charge of checking CCTV laughs giggling. I want to laugh but I am afraid of sin.

Immediately I reached for his hand to stay away from the CCTV but he violently rejected it. I then grabbed a nearby cloth to cover part of his body even though it was just a washcloth.

All efforts have been made but still experience rejection. Fortunately there is Mak Rani who woke up to pray Tahajjud. He helped me drag the man back to his room.

He suddenly slapped me with all his strength. My body is a little shabby because it gets treated suddenly. I'm just a human being, I can't help my emotions.

With the help of my friend, I dragged her to the bathroom. I then took a mirror and told her to look in the mirror for a while while scolding her.

He was crying but I didn't care. Mak Rani kept holding her hand so as not to rebel while I soaped her whole body. Like the song Maggi Z, but this is a little erratic title is Bathing Soap Midnight. Despite the shivering I continued to splash some water dipper.

After everything was done, Mak Rani and I took her to the room. Mak Rani helped to dress her while I was in charge of polishing her face. Beautiful also complimented me to her, she then embraced me while clenching her two lips. I don't know what I said because it was barely audible.

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Since that incident, I have been able to communicate a little. It is good even if you just smile and even nod. Previously he just stared and threw away his wishes as he pleased.

Slowly he is progressing. Starting from wanting to eat alone to not carelessly defecate.

I approached him slowly while digging up information about him. He approached my ear while whispering. His name is Yati, coming from province A.

I hold her head hard, the revenge of her slap on me. I thought she was being tortured by the employer, apparently because of forbidden romance.

Someone shouted to me. I quickly ran to where the sound came from. The woman who came in sick yesterday is getting worse.

An unpleasant smell came from his body. I took the mask and forgot the gloves. The doctor said that yesterday.

Apparently the disease does not improve even some rot. Immediately I called the supervisor asking for permission to be taken to the Hospital.

Not long after, the ambulance arrived. Unable to move, we finally carried him to the stretcher.

The smell came back but did not dampen our steps.

A photo fold fell as his body was lifted. A very beautiful woman in a very feminine dress. It looks like the location of the photo is in a nightclub with several photos of drinks in front of it.

Behind the photo, there are numbers. I'll call them one by one hoping one of them gets to know him. But after I told her the characteristics, they all hung up the phone and claimed not to know.

Finally the sad news came, he did not survive because the disease was quite severe. According to doctors, this disease has no cure.

Not knowing his name, address and origin, the embassy decided to bury him in Malaysia.

All the members of the shelter agreed to hold a prayer together. We read Yasin at the same time, after we finished one of us was possessed.

Mak Yati's body in the female rasuki earlier. He cried and apologized to everyone.

"I'm sorry yes, I have a mistake with all of you" he said.

"Yes" we answered in unison.

"I'm so sorry for what I did. I wanted to repent but it was too late" he said, crying.

We all feel sorry to hear his words. After saying goodbye, Mak Yati also regained consciousness. The problem apparently did not get there, some other friends took turns trance.

Apparently the deceased residents of the Shelter began to show their whereabouts. Some also act like children.

Fortunately one of us has a little bit of expertise so the problem can be resolved. Armed with garlic, they can regain consciousness.

After tonight's show, I told him to go back to each of his rooms. The smell of flowers also began to smell from various angles. I also ran to the room after everything was confirmed to be asleep.