Just a little break

The Night of the New Year

I don't know why at this moment it feels like I can see my dreams without falling asleep. I could see clearly if in front of my eyes, there was a small hill in the middle of which was a little girl about three or four years old.

He was alone, with no parents or anyone else with him. His eyes were empty. Her face is round adorable. He was holding a human-shaped doll that was in the grasp of his fat arm.

To the left of my viewpoint was a cluster of black smoke billowing and emitting an unpleasant smell. Like the smell of fishy and dirt mixed together. So that I don't focus too much on the mound in front of my eyes.

The little girl moved slowly and towards a nearby chair. He then sat restlessly in that chair. A brown wooden chair with strange carvings surrounded the chair.

Either like bone carvings or creeping plant carvings. I stepped slowly forward to see clearly, it turned out that the little girl was not alone. He was surrounded by several adults who lined up and formed a circle around him.

The little girl looked terrified at the crowd of people who were circling her. It was as if he was observing and was about to punish the girl. I felt sorry for the little girl and wanted to help her immediately.

For as the circle of people moved forward towards her, the louder and sadder the voice of the little girl in showing her fear. Without a second thought I ran to help and help the little girl.

Run up the small hill, break through the rows of circles that surround him and see the state of the girl. After all that I did. I managed to get near where the girl was.

I tidied up a few strands of hair that blocked my view. Then start focusing on the little girl. But what I saw was far from my expectations and terrible. Because the girl I saw was frightened from a distance, it turned out to have no face.

The carving that was on his wooden chair where he was sitting. It was made from human stomach. I was so scared and panicked to see that. I walked backwards away from the girl whose head started to be positioned towards me. To see me.

My feet were like they were stuck in something when I walked backwards, so I fell on the ground of that little hill. But, after I palpated and grasped the ground cause I fell. I felt something strange about this little hill.

I got caught in a human hand. I looked to the left and right to see if this hill really was. This hill is not made of soil, rocks or grass. I saw the faces of my father, mother and brothers.

Even the friends I know. Especially Selfie, I saw him lying and full of blood all over his body. I straightened my view, it turns out that this hill is made of mounds of corpses of people I know, who have dried up and are lifeless.

The little girl was still positioning her face towards me and I vaguely heard her shrill and impressed voice filled with despair, saying. “Are you next?”

I woke up from my sleep. Ahh, thank goodness. It was just a dream. Turns out I'm still here. Still in the hospital waiting and keeping a selfie tonight. The new year 2023. Poor Selfie, it's been the weakest three days in the hospital.

People at the turn of the year mahh, at the twinkling. On the streets, on the holidays, eating. Ehh this even fell asleep in the hospital. Lying weak due to severe *anemia.

His father and mother were far away in Palembang. He is a regional boy. I feel sorry when I find out his condition. I decided to look after him and wait for him at the hospital. From this morning until tomorrow.

The selfie asked me to come to this hospital. I was never treated and took care of the sick family in the hospital. Less know the ins and outs and procedures what to do to keep and wait for people in the hospital.

I just help and wait for the Selfie with all I can. Selfies are afraid to sleep in this hospital alone. Because once when he slept, suddenly there was the sound of footsteps but only limited to the soles of the feet until the knee is bleeding.

There is no body. That made the selfie very scared. In addition, sometimes selfies also often see there is a child covered in blood under his bed. While laughing giggling.

Selfies, Selfies. Mostly read your horror stories. It becomes its own shadow. In this jasmine room. He's not alone either. There was another patient in front of him. A father, big height, his hair was shaggy and had a thick bewok.

Looking at his condition. Looks like the father had an accident. Because of his head on the bandage, his right eye was also covered in a bandage. His left hand was also on the bandage and blood was seeping from the bandage cloth that wrapped his hand.

Besides the fathers. On his right side of the Selfie, there is also our female patient. Her hair is long, her eyes are sunken, her cheeks are thin. But the guy is tall. I think this is the model guy who got *typuss* dehh.

He put it on the table by Selfie's bed, then just walked out in a hurry. Don't-don't be kebelet boker. Patient dinner tonight. Vegetable soup, fried chicken and papaya fruit.

“You want me to bribe what first, Cell?” my many.

“Mmm... papaya aja first, Mel,” Selfie replied.

I took the papaya with a fork and was about to feed it to Selfie's mouth. But the papaya is slippery and falls to the floor. “*Allahu Akbar*.” sontakaku call takbir, and take the papaya that fell earlier under the patient's bed.

I want to put the trash. But strangely it was papaya not there. Then, by the time I got back to sitting up straight to apologize to Selfie, for dropping her papaya. There is no selfie either.

The patient's fathers are in front, and the girl next to the Selfie is also absent. Where are they at? My phone rang after being quiet from whatever. But when I looked, it turned out that there were about eleven missed calls from mom.

“Any, this feeling hp not in silent, continue now why new sounds. Though there are eleven incoming calls from mom,” said Melly.

Finally, he picked up the incoming call from his mother. “Hallo, *Assalamulaikum*, Buu. What's up?” said Melly.

“*Waalaikum greetings. Alhamdulillah*bw*. Where are you from, son?” ask mother.

“I'm again in the hospital, Buu,” Melly replied.

“At the hospital? same who? who is sick?” ask her mother further.

Melly told me which hospital she was in. What and who are the same. And how long he's been in this hospital. Think and remember there is not one day he was in this hospital.

But his mother's reaction was unexpected. “*Astaghfirullah*, Melly!” said mother.

“Why, Buu?” ask Melly.

“Ighfar, Son. The hospital you called earlier, has not operated for a long time. It's been closed for a long time. So the vacant building has been around for five years. Info that you can also from your other friends. If the selfie had died three days ago from lack of blood, as a result of an accident. You've been missing for three days and three nights, son. Your father and brothers are looking for you everywhere,” his mother explained.

Then Melly, feeling weak for a moment. After hearing the explanation from his mother. He faintly heard the sound of footsteps approaching him.