Laboratory - Red

Chapter 41 Maria Aggy

Have you ever heard the word 'immortal'? Think and reflect on how much desire it is. For example, wanting an eternal togetherness, an eternal affection. Or maybe eternal life. Dear in this world the word 'immortal' is just a scratch of the word. More or less just a piece of writing. Alias nothing is eternal, even though we as humans sometimes want it.

It's all about time. And everything will change in time. Change must exist, including humans who want a big change that can change their lives.

I hate being lonely. I love solitude, but not the silence I always feel in the crowd. I hate family, even though I know family is home. I just want togetherness, affection, nothing more.

I hate you, Marcues. Care for the devil with all the versions of the story that flatter you. If it wasn't for you, none of this would have happened.

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Tomorrow afternoon, officers and security forces flocked to evacuate the scene (the laboratory belongs to Bu Neny). Rescue the remaining victims and research from the rubble of the building. Luckily the officer saved me and Erina, helping the rest of our lives that were on the edge. Erina's burn was immediately treated, lucky not to be amputated because it was severe. While I was, the nurse said I only had not too severe scratches and burns.

They will never know what tragedy has happened. As smart and clever as they are, their knowledge will not be able to find out the problems in the lab.

Then as fast as lightning, the news spread everywhere. "Great fire in the new laboratory of the city X, killed approximately 134 people.2 lives were saved by security forces and fire officials. And the rest of them don't know the trail". As soon as the reporter explained, with an attractive expression and sturdy posture. I did not expect, the incident that quickly even spread to the land of people. China, America, Vietnam, Malaysia, Pakistan, and more.

While what can be found by the officer is a casual shirt Catrina. It's just clothes, and there's nothing to do but bury it. So that day I was wrapped in bandages, and Erina who was exhausted said. Visiting the 'home of the future'.

Drizzles wrapped around the city, making the view of the black umbrella so look sad. Black clouds decorated the sky, accompanied by flying sparrows, as quickly as lightning sought shelter. Silent rhythm, fragile atmosphere. The mourners stared at Catrina's pusara side by side with a seemingly new navel. With a sprinkling of flowers that appear not long ago sprinkled anyway.

Erina and I got closer, looking down deeply. Sitting on knees. Empty views. I could see a real void deep, very heartbreaking for anyone who looked on.

The tomb is getting quiet. Downstream mourners came and left the town cemetery. The air gets colder, the wind gusts more piercing the pores of the skin. Shut up, I touched Erina's shoulder. Amplifies.

"Sister Catrina may have been happy with Joseph." Erina has a raucous voice. Now only the two of us live in the cemetery of the city, leaving a deep heart wound. "Joseph was his first love. A feeling he had not yet expressed. But the story is very beautiful, it's amazing. It was only a few days before Joseph died, leaving us."

Catrina's death hit us hard.

"Let's get some food, Aggy. The hospital is so stingy that it won't give you a little food."

"Eh?" I looked at wonder.

"That's it. Let go, ikhlaskan. Everything that happens, it happens."

I nodded in agreement.

***

I agreed to agree with Erina's decision by living alone in her house. Put some of my clothes and school uniform out, put it in my backpack, and I'm ready to stay there.

There are indeed many memories. With regard to Erina's position as a veterinarian, then the important photos were lined up on the wall. No problem, Erina seems to have been sincere with the departure of Catrina.

It was the first night I stayed in that house full of memories, having dinner with Erina in the kitchen. We shared a lot of stories, forgot about the problems that just happened.

About 15 minutes we talked, then together to clean the kitchen. 15 That is warm and peaceful. At the end of the day, I was reminded of something that stuck in my heart and brain.

My school! Right. God, how many days have I been out of class. There are two, maybe three. Ah, I don't remember at all. Especially with the case of Amar yesterday, must have horrendous the entire school. Given that Amar is an important boy. If it's not wrong, the office or something.

I hurried to enter the door of the guest room, which was now conjured up as my resting place. I searched for school bags, textbooks, and anything related to school!

Well, I'm starting to freak out. Hows it? What did Miss Disa say later? How did the security guard yell at me? And damn tomorrow is Wednesday!? Ah, why is it that when I just felt at peace there were so many things going on? Damnit damnit! Damnit damnit! Damnit damnit!

***

In the early morning I took a shower, cleaning the already smelly body. I nodded considering that now I don't have to walk hundreds of kilometers, then have to cram the forest early in the morning and take a bus. Of course Erina helped a lot, willing to give a car ride.

"How's school?" Erina suddenly asked.

"Eh? B-bad. I'm not an outstanding student who can boast of school." I threw my face away, looking at the car window. The car glass wiper moves to the right and to the left.

"Now, where's your brother working? No way in the lab, right?" I'm probing.

"I'm still working in the lab, Aggy. It would have been a waste of my achievements all along if I hadn't developed it in chemistry. I plan to open my own practicum room. By developing it, and opening job vacancies for prospective workers."

Wonderful idea. I am not the nod. As the car slowed down, it stopped in front of the gate. Schools are crowded, many umbrellas are stretched. I don't care, just drizzle, not rainstorms. Just run to class and everything is in order.

I squeezed my fingers when Erina's car was gone at the crossroads. My heart is beating fast like a port. I slowly walked over, approaching the security guard at the school.

"Wait a minute!" The security guard stopped my steps. "You're Maria Aggy in 10th grade, right? Where did you come from after your name was famous?"

"Me?"

"Who else is Aggy besides you?"

I gulped, worried.

"You're waiting for your homeroom teacher in the student guidance room. Also with Amar the son of Mr. D city officials. As soon as you came, today's ceremony was not held because of the rain" the security guard said with a fierce face. While I just obey. My God, my feelings were bad.

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Miss Disa looked at me disappointed, her face red. The student guidance room felt stuffy, like someone ignorant closed the gap for air to enter. I sighed in worry.

"Mom's disappointed in you, Aggy!" Miss Disa exclaimed loudly with a sour face. "I can't believe you can even do this."

What the hell am I doing? Fucking amar! If only there were no Miss Disa and student guidance teacher here, I would not hesitate to finish off the sneak. Lookie! Even he grinned with satisfaction. Motherfucker!

"Where have you been these past few days, Aggy? Run away from problems. You know cowards, don't you?!" He said, Miss Disa glared at me.

"Eh? I-I have a high fever." I answered the origin.

"Fever? Isn't it if you're sick, there's always a license? And I've had a lot of reports with the battered Amar case."

"Eh? I didn't hit Amar."

"Who said you hit me? Aren't you in cahoots with that bastard?" Amar interrupted me, pointing at me with his index finger.

I scrunched my eyebrows. Oi! Who did he mean?

"So what did you do to your classmate, Aggy? Just tell me the truth." Teacher guidance student mediates. Finding the problem point.

15 Minutes I just answered: "what?", "who?", "where?", "when?", and, "why?". To be honest, I don't understand anything at all. I remember that Indo-European man in stature was a 12th grader. But who?

Miss Disa let out a disappointed breath. And say, "you're on suspension for a week. And do not forget the guardian of students who immediately meet the school. Of course with the guardian of Amar's students."

I'm no less upset. Of course, that brat who makes all the carousel. Whatagain? Even if I could repeat the time, I would rather kill Amar, a hundred times more agonizing. Rather than killing Emmi (though they're the same).

Anyway, there's no way I'm calling my sister (rank). Where possible? Or Erina? That's impossible too. What is the right reason to handle it?

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