Handsome Doctor From Indonesia

episode 04

I walk my feet away from them.

"hey wait!!"

then I stopped my steps that were still turning my back on them.

"i don't know your name yet" the man replied.

"call me ana"

I answered without looking at them.

then with my nimble steps away from them, there were so many problems that I faced in the hospital.

god, I'm so tired today that I didn't go to college.

what should I do after this? do I have to go see that mother anyway, but why should I care about her. Because my psychic is now starting to be threatened with guilt that increasingly gnaws at my feelings.

I lay down my body for a moment. I wait for the adzan komat and then I pray together in the mosque. after finishing praying I pray to the god who is all-round. I complained to Him about what I went through today.

I asked Him for a hint so that I would not regret it later in life and be able to relieve my stress for a moment.

then I walked to the boarding house where I stayed every night.

astaghfirullah hal adzim

until the front of the boarding house I was shocked by what I witnessed tonight.all looks like a mess like a garbage warehouse.

but there was no visible creature around the room.I looked left right there was not even a figure of a person at all.

I quickened my steps and then I saw the whole room was a complete mess.who had messed up my whole room.and what reason did they do all this to me.

I tidied one by one the scattered books while checking all my lost things.

with tears that I could still hold, and lips that were silenced could not say.

after everything was done I put my body down instantly on the bed and then I close my eyes which are getting more and more burdensome.I try to forget all the problems today.

my finger felt like it was touching something.

whatisthis?

I turned the lights back on.

and I look like a cardboard box where shoes are. Who's this? I never had a cardboard box like this.

there may be people who deliberately put it here, but it smells so rotten like a carcass.I was afraid to open it.

I dare open the box.

with cold, trembling hands I opened the box slowly, with the other hand covering my nose.

prakkkk

the cardboard lid fell off.

I ran out of the room trying to keep the vomit in check.

**corp **!!!

why the carcass was put in my room.

**wuekkkk !!

warrrrr **!

it smelled so bad, a dead mouse covered in blood in a cardboard shoe.

I hold my breath from my nose by covering it with my tapered hand and breathing through my mouth so that the smell of the carcass does not sting in my throat.

then I took the cardboard box out of the room and threw it in the trash.

suddenly a paper floated in front of me inside the cardboard.

I read that writing.

**I kill you **!!

my eyes were wide open instantly, whether someone intentionally put the cardboard in my room and then ruffled the whole thing.

but who is he?

what's the problem with me?

I have never had a problem with anyone before.

why did he threaten to kill me?

all the questions swirling in my head seemed to fill up all my brain cavities.

I walked here and there, looking at the other room.where the hell the inhabitants are!

why is there no one here.

**hallow !

is there anyone here !

if you have any please exit **!

I shouted in silence.

krekkkk

the door's sound is open.

another resident came out with a gawking face like hypnotized.

with my sweat pouring out and my breath stinginging and a growing sense of hope I asked her

whether he sees someone coming into my room or not.

"snake, sepurone I rack weruh ono wong mlebu your room. I awit turu want afternoon.emangnya ono opo to mbak?" answer in java language.

my forehead shriveled for a moment.

"oh, there's nothing. mature suwun mas" I replied briefly to the man. Then the man closed the door again. with the head that I send to the doorpost of my room. I am not a jogja but I know their language. because I have learned since I went to college here.

it turned out that the man did not know and did not see anyone enter my room.It is ironic my fate.

tonight I have to sleep where the killer knows where I am.

I looked at the sky that began to darken with time.sounding the sound of frogs always chirping like an unflagging song.The wind began to blow through my veil that was scattered freely in my body.

I don't know when I'll have to sit here.

in front of the door that opened wide as if to invite anyone who wants to enter.

as a woman, I was so scared because I was far away from anyone here.

tess

my tears fell down, soaking my cheeks and my shabby veil.

suddenly the sound of my cell phone rang out my sadness tonight.

"hallo" I said

"hallo na, my goodness you're okay right? I called from earlier not lifted--"

"elsa, I'm fine with just..."

"what's it? don't you dare hide your problems from me huh!" threaten me. I can't do anything but tell this matter to my best friend Elsa.

I told him everything, and he listened to all my stories until we cried together.

elsa was afraid of anything happening with me, so she invited me to stay at her house for a few days.

at first I refused, but Elsa forced me to stay at her house for a few days.

her family was so kind to me, they welcomed me so warmly and lovingly that I missed my family in the village. in the meantime I'm sleeping in the room with Elsa because her mother said the room I'm going to occupy has not been cleaned and will start cleaning tomorrow.

the next day I woke up early. I saw Elsa was still sound asleep.and the clock had pointed at 4:00, the sign was soon dawn.while waiting for the roaring adhan I cleaned my body for a while.

soon I heard the sound of the Adhan.I rushed my feet towards the mosque near the house of Elsa.

elsa's house is so big, I was confused about going out through which door.

it's like I'm a thief looking for a way out. It's pitch-black, invisible at all..

"my god. switch where" I grumbled to myself.

my hands fumbled like vampires looking for something.

suddenly the lights turned on and the whole house was clearly visible.I looked back as if I was looking for someone.

"where are you going?" there was a woman's voice I looked for the origin of the voice and I found that fatma was standing next to the door.

"oh, auntie" I said.

"where are you going this morning?"

"i want morning prayers ma'am" I replied shortly.

suddenly heard adzan komat that sign of congregational prayer will soon begin.

"mom, I went to the mosque first yeah---".

with a little run I set my foot towards the mushola.

I happened to be holy and I was able to carry out my worship immediately.

but surely there was no one there.it was just me and a prayer priest.

but it did not break my spirit to carry out my obligation to pray.

as I was wearing sandals, the prayer priest asked me.

"sir, I seem to be a stranger to you?" ask the man.

while chuckling I replied "my college friend Elsa sir, and for a few days I stayed at her house"

as we walked home we talked.

he was so kind to me that he invited me to stop by his house.

I was also introduced to my wife and children at home.

we also talked about everything from education to religion.

he also told me that he was the only muezzin in the mosque, and besides that there was no. while his wife chose to congregate in the mosque because it was closer to his home.

"where are people here, sir?"

tanyaku.

"they are busy with their work, whereas people here every week always practice.and I'm very surprised they practice until the tens of millions just to be donated to mosques and mosques."

I was surprised to hear Somad's story.

"but my son, they have never been seen participating in congregational prayers at their place of worship" explained mr. Somad back

I was surprised and replied "sorry sir before if I was presumptuous, but where did you know all that?"

"the color of my sister who became the imam of prayer in that mosque"

not long after I was ready to go home, and I accidentally saw a man from a distance who seemed to be jogging.

"sir doctor!" I shouted in my heart.

then I walked closer to him.

he looked up and stopped his steps at once.

his handsome face never disappeared even though it is currently seen sweat pouring smearing on his face and body that field.

"you live here?" ask me.

"yes, how can you be here?"

"i. I accidentally passed by here and. and saw you here-" I scratched my head in confusion looking for an excuse.

while the eyeballs glanced at me as if I could not believe what I was saying.

then I avoided him by reasoning to go home, he just nodded back.

cheated!

though I asked for more than that, maybe asking for a house, a mobile number, and blah blah blah.

ah what the hell am I thinking, I can't be like this. Where maybe he glanced at my ugly, dirty, ugly self. a bad girl like me can't have many friends.