Face Poker
Part 1's
In a quiet white room and a fairly stinging antiseptic smell, only the sound of the clock ticking and a few footsteps from outside the room. There a woman with black hair sat. His eyes focused on the book in front of him hinted that he should not be disturbed at all.
This room is unlike any other doctor's room, which seems neat, clean, and comfortable. But this room is far from comfortable and neat. In addition to tables, chairs, and a computer unit, books were scattered around every corner of the room. Even others refused to enter the room. But for the owner of the room according to him this is quite comfortable.
The only place that was fairly neat in the room was the table he was using right now. It contained only one computer unit, the books he read, both hands flipping through the sheets of books, his lunch box, his bag, and his signboard.
Yes. his nameplate that many times he threw out the garbage box. Objects that only have a length of 40 cm, width, 5cm, and height of 10 cm, it seems to disturb the scenery. Besides his name has been plastered real on the door of the room ‘dr. Elizabeth Mary Siregar’'s. Is less?
Tok..
“login”
“dock, no patient”
“not asked to come here?” the woman answered by taking off the glasses that had been perched sweetly at the base of her nose and a smile that mocked her assistant.
“doctor…. Don't joke, if patient doctor Eliza who came here, I could have died standing” said the woman in bangs in front of the door who was reluctant to enter the room
“Lisa.. Lisa.. pake told the patient everything you, yes I ladenin” the woman is now moving from her stool, taking her suit and leaving the room.
“hehehe, sorry doc, let's be cool like that, other doctors will usually be metatengin patients. Lah doctor from the beginning I know until now in the presence of cadaq”
“not funny Lisa!”
“maaf dok”
Her smile was on that pretty face, seeing her assistant who was even older than her by two years was so innocent. For three years she worked in a state hospital as a forensic doctor. Thanks to her foster father who always taught her, Eliza managed to become a girl who had a better life after the twenty-year incident that befell her family.
Being one of the forensic doctors at the age of 25, made her a woman that many men coveted. In addition to her beautiful face, her beautiful body, the stature she carried was also good. But it all covered Eliza's true identity which she sounded fine in the depths of her heart.
Flashbacks
The door of the trial room was opened, several people had walked out. A little girl was sobbing in her arms with a boy younger than her with her innocent hands gently rubbing her brother's head.
“Leo, you're a good boy, take care of your mother, and never forget your father” said the middle-aged man to the boy who had just seen Eliza sobbing. Seeing the girl cry made her heart beat, and wondered, was it true that it was her father who made the child cry?
“paman...” The child's voice was a bit raucous as it held back the cry.
“already...your father is innocent. Believe this. If you don't believe me, grow up and find out for yourself. Uncle doesn't like to see men crybaby. Understood”
“pak Panji..” middle-aged woman in makeshift clothes. Looks like a great mistress whose husband has fallen into poverty.
“nyonya To.”
“but, after all he is your husband until now”
“MY HUSBAND IS NOT A MURDERER AND KIDNAPPER!!!!” the woman's scream made Eliza stop crying for a moment and Leo was shocked and some of the people who were still there were also surprised like Renaldi, a prosecutor at the trial has now stood behind the woman.
“that's enough madam! Don't you feel sorry for your own son?” the prosecutor snapped while shaking the woman's body while resuscitating her.
“ma.ma...” My eyes are drawn on the face of Leo, a ten-year-old boy who was looking at his mother.
“he's not my son anymore. The boy is not my son anymore” said the woman like a madman. “and the girl. Don't let this kid get close to him. I don't want him to be the same fate as his parents”
“thank you madam for your concern. Even though your soul is shaken. But you still have a little bit of compassion for the boy. But know that the real husband is innocent, he is made a scapegoat. So please don't torture yourself and your son. I'm sorry that losing this trial didn't save your husband”
“enough sir, however, the depraved man is guilty and will soon die. There was nothing left” the woman's tears kept flooding her face until the little hands of the boy reached down her skirt. “mama.”.
“don't call me mama. YOU ARE NOT MY SON!!” the woman ran out of the room leaving the people there aimlessly.
Flashback End
A faint smile fell on the face of the beautiful doctor. Should we call him a doctor? Or a forensic expert? (more comfortable doctor actually)
The doctor's steps began slowly as his eyes caught a sight rarely seen by him. Crowd in the hospital. Make him keep blinking in disbelief, even until he frowned.
“why this?”
“it doc, there is a fuss about autopsy” said one of the men who wore the white uniform.
“they're his family?”
A question only answered by the headbands of his nurses.
“kalo why no storm? Interrupting”
“hey!! Quickly hand over our boss's body! There is no need for an autopsy! We don't need!”
“hey!! Move over!! You're blocking the road!” reply Eliza while rolling up her sleeves.
As the mob boss, after Eliza took over the situation, everyone there slowly left. Trusting even the conditions there will be fine.
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