Emotion Taster

Arc 3 Sweet Stinged Ants Acid Format: Chapter 13 - AIDS

My trip to the hospital is quite long, contrary to the Imarine house which is in a residential area. The position here is in the city area, a crowded place where many other commercial buildings were built.

Time is actually quite late afternoon now. If Amalia and Pero came to the hospital after their visit to the Imarine house, they would be very exhausted and lose focus. Although time permits, two o'clock at night is still long, but still it is difficult to do. So, it is more efficient for me to come to this place.

In the lobby I was silent for a few hours, there was nothing strange other than sick people and exhausted staff serving a lot of patients. Until now I have not found anything strange to say that it has anything to do with magic.

Pero said that I would know the intruder by detecting his emotional wave abnormality. But, for emotional wave disorder, actually it does not only apply to Amalia. I can also feel it in people who have mental problems.

But, alright ...for a while I just want to carry out this task properly.

I now walked to the security guard post, where it was ahead before entering the parking area. Out of the hospital lobby, I now move away from the crowded place full of negative emotions. If I could, I would not want to go into that place too deeply.

Now I stand at the security guard's door, seeing one person sitting there watching television relaxing. He was the one who had greeted me before, asking about my affairs coming to the hospital before finally leaving me who kept quiet in the lobby.

“Excuse me..,” I said while entering like a close person.

“Why? You still haven't met your friend?” ask her with a slightly hoarse tone of a middle-aged man.

“Iya, hmn .. can I sit here?”

I changed the way I talk using ‘saya’, inexplicably this has become a reflex when talking to older people to smooth the language.

“Oh ... hmn, it's okay,” the security guard replied. “Take a seat in the back .. whatever you want.”

I was a little nervous at first. But, the relaxed attitude of the security guard made my nervous self feel stupid. From his age and attitude, he seemed to be very senior in the job. Not entirely a compliment, more like he looks bored with life.

“So, why? Are you tired of waiting in the lobby?”

The guard opened the conversation. He casually looked at the television behind me as he spoke, his shyness visible, but that did not mean his voice was impolite. This person was like he was tired, he seemed to have experienced this kind of thing before.

“Iya, the aura lobby is not good because many people are sick,” I replied with a little sarcasm.

“Heheh,” the laughter twice is quite loud. “Partially, why did you meet at the hospital? Your friend is also now on stray or what?”

“Hmn ... length when elucidated. But, the point is I will be here until night. About okay I'm here, sir?”

“Night? What do you want?”

“Walk ...keep the night? I don't know, maybe something like that.”

“Hospital closes at ten, just go home before that hour.”

“Means I just asked. About can I stay here until two.”

“Jam ... two nights?”

“Jam two nights.”

“...”

“...”

The father's response began to slow, I who sat looking at his figure from behind. The old man there gradually started to turn around, stopped looking at the focus of watching television and shifted his focus towards me.

“You have a problem?” then ask me.

“Many.”

“Huft .. hah ...,” his loud snarling breath gives a certain sensation. The wave of his emotions is more toward stupidity than the sweet-sour empathy. “You can stay at this security guard post, but only for a day. It is up to you to be cheated, have no money, or other business that does not want to be mentioned .. if you want to ride, the hospital is not the place. Here are many doctors, but here are also many nular diseases.”

At first I tested the father by mentioning many vague sentences. Like people don't know themselves, I asked for one thing for an unknown reason. Is it true of this father who has a very foolish nature, or he who is relaxing at his work.

“...”

He doesn't care if I stay as long as it doesn't bother the other staff. Like a homeless or a long-distance traveler, I was welcome to use the place because I allegedly did not have the money to rent a bed.

The hospital here is so spacious, I even need to walk for more than fifteen minutes to drill down the end to the end of the place.

The facilities here are quite adequate, even many family members of the patient who make it a picnic spot. However, for the hospital it is not recommended. Staying too long in the hospital can increase the likelihood of transmission. So, the security guard who previously advised me to leave immediately. Hospitals are really not places to hitchhike.

Time goes on, most of the things I do are just playing gadgets and trying to calm myself down by reading or even sleeping there. Not without reason, but it is also to maintain stamina so that the search at night can be done.

Me and the security guard gradually formed a communication. Our presence nearby makes awkward circumstances where silence even makes the atmosphere uncomfortable. Each formed a long silent time, whether I or the father began to look for topics of conversation.

The sun began to sink, the orange afternoon sky began to darken losing its beam of light. My own dining business was given by the father, he treated me as a special guest well. Of course I initially refused, the contents of the wallet in my pants were not thin enough to beg for food. But, it was purely out of humility, a tribute from him even though I had told him there was an amount of money to pay.

“Oh, yes, sir,” call me reopen the conversation at night. “My kayaks have come often or how?”

“Ha?”

“Hmn ... means the person who said he wanted to nginep my kayak? Why did you say yes when I told you to stay here? To the extent that there is a place in the guard post.”

I know when people get upset, I know when people lie, when they even lie to themselves, distracted by the presence of others. So, this security guard who is about fifty years old is really sincere. That's what makes me curious.

“There were one or two people before, not often but still there. People who ask to stay at the security guard post. Kayak who can not go home because of the drought, or not fit in the patient's room because his family mostly.”

Situations like that can happen. One person was sick, but many followers visited him. But, the facilities in the hospital are not all luxurious, there are still many one room filled with more than five patients. So, with the arrival of families that accumulate, of course they will disturb other staff and patients.

“Indeed if most sometimes even make complicated. But, more mending than patients no one looks,” said the security guard while looking at the parking lot in front of relax at the security guard post.

“There is indeed a patient who is not visited by his family?” ask me innocently.

“Ahahah ...,” the guard's laughter cynically. “Not ‘ada’ again ..., but many.”

Many ...?

I was thinking a little, is it just a hyperbole term, or really the number of cases is a lot. But, of course, the contents of my head are still trying well, the reason not to be visited is the busyness of every individual so that they cannot sacrifice time. Not that you don't want to get together literally.

*Whoush ....

“...”

Emotional waves.

But what I feel on my tongue is not so. The sadness on the security guard felt, the emptiness and loneliness that adorned the feeling on his chest came out slightly evaporating from his body.

“Most of the people with AIDS, those who are sickly are often left with their own families. Not visited and just deposited in the hospital.”

“Not ... pity?”

“Lah, indeed yes,” replied the guard father while shaking his sound waves. “Cuman many people think that AIDS is scary, afraid of being contagious, or indeed there is no hope of life anymore. So, it's ugly is the stigma of society.”

I've heard and learned from some of the official counseling that some organizations do, they go to school and try to present the disease. From the start of causes, symptoms, and healing. My knowledge is enough to know that it's a dangerous disease, as terrible as cancer.

“In this hospital there are many AIDS patients, Sir?”

“Many, and more than half have not taken care of his family,” again replied the father faced my spinning question. “Huft .. hah .. they should be given support, a spirit to heal, mental peace, or at least the attention of a friend chat. But, his own family is not straight, just imagine how they feel.”

“Ah .. sad also if shadowed. If it is the stage of AIDS, it is difficult to be cured.”

“Makanya, who is difficult from AIDS also sometimes give support to his patients. They have been given up a lot to live, even not infrequently to ask for a death injection.”

“Suntik die ...? That means the same as suicide?”

“Iya similar-similar, anyway. Only if AIDS patients ‘kan .. difficult also facenya.”

“Ah .. I understand that, the feeling between pity and confusion— Hn?”

My mind was pinched by the sentence, our conversation somehow related to one incident that had been happening all along. One by one of the recent facts, events, and thoughts continue to intersect. Every neuron in my brain was digging up memories, trying to string them together into one powerful hypothesis.

I took a position, formed a comfortable position, then closed my eyes strengthened concentration.

First AIDS disease ....

Severe disease in which the patient has damaged his immune system by the HIV virus. It's common knowledge in this day and age that even a high school kid like me should know. But that's not the point I took.

Then, secondly about random death cases ....

I'm now on Pero's mission, looking for the intruders of the animus who are now strongly suspected masterminds of random death. Cases in which the victims are severely ill. The doctors still do not understand the cause, the provisional guess is just a spontaneous mutation of the disease.

Third, the suicide of Azarin and her mother ....

I still don't understand their details. But, if I were to look at the scene of the crime directly, what I found might be his suicide device. There is a good chance that Azarin wrote her suicide note. However, all of that will be left to the police about how detailed it is. After all, today there is already an equally accurate social media.

Most importantly, the timing was very coincidental with the day the intruder started coming to this city.

It could be just delusions, something of a ccocokology hypothesis. Man himself has a habit of connecting things to get into his beliefs, this is called subjectivity. But I certainly tried to eliminate that. In the end, these are just hypotheses that must be proven. Subjectivity is not forbidden, rather like an unfinished move.

Then, point four, suicidal ideation ....

All of these are not arbitrary, suicidal desires are closely related to depression. I can feel it, the stinging smell of organic waste torturing the nose feels like it's locked up in endless decay. Sometimes mixed with sadness, sometimes mixed with anger, and sometimes mixed with fear.

Earlier ... when I went to the hotel with Amalia and Pero, my own exit trip was confronted by one powerful wave. It wasn't something completely foreign, I knew a similar wave of emotions, and it was depression.

Strong depression often messes with the brain, making the sufferer think short and want to end life. That is why, the person needs inner calmness, needs a good interlocutor to straighten the contents of his head.

Then the last ... emotional wave.

Pero said that my strength can guide and be the main guide. But, this is more precisely as a support tool. What I felt on the night that I almost died from the sensation was no coincidence. It was a trace of an animus intruder being sought, that was all I could think of as an explanation of this gaffe.

“Huft .. hah ...”

I stood up from my seat, stretching out my arms and some joints in my body. After a long silence, my brain finally reached the final stage.

Heh, alright .. it's time to bet.