Liz Nadia's
Behind A Name
Flashback 12 years ago.
The sound of sirens coming from the roof of several ambulance cars and police officers, deafening air around the rugged area.
A winding road built on a wide steep cliff, which is spread under the forest with various types of shady and towering trees, which are, just dropped a bus carrying dozens of boys aged 15-20 years and five teachers. They came from a boarding school in the eastern part of the city.
Based on the results of the police investigation, the car was out of control, after heavy rain flushed and made the last road they passed into slippery, until it ended up fateful at the bottom of the gorge.
All passengers were declared dead, shortly after the large vehicle suffered a powerful explosion that caused quite a number of trees to burn around it.
By late afternoon, dozens of people had lined the streets. Hysterical cries from the victim's family, sounding bitter, full of wounds to tear the feeling.
The evacuation process was dramatic. The bodies were put in a body bag in a black state, after the officers managed to extinguish the fire, assisted by God with rain. Those lifeless bodies, none of them were recognizable.
Two policewomen were seen busy calming down a middle-aged mother who continued to roar to claw at the ground on the edge of the road, staring at the puff of smoke coming from the carcass of the ill-fated car that had blackened in the gorge there.
She's Muana!
One of the dozens of santriawan, was his only son.
...RELIGIOUS TOURISM ENDS IN DEATH...
A line of words filling the headline in the newspaper, the next day.
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At midnight, on the second day of the accident.
The opaque glow glow that came from a flashlight that someone was shining down on, circulated in several directions in the dark place.
One man carried two hoes on his shoulders, and the other hand he used to hold a flashlight as the light of the path he was treading. While the other two are shoulder to shoulder dragging each one a black bag that seems very heavy behind his body.
"Quick find a place! My hands are sore. This fucking body is so heavy!" complained one of the three men, while continuing to drag the load behind him. Bulan sweat appears to pour in the temple even though the air is quite cold and moist enveloping the surrounding forest.
"Shut up! You don't think I'm heavy!"
"Eat him fast!"
The scorched smell of the rest of the fires still smothered their smell.
"Quick dig the hole!"
Two large bags with a load of more than one quintal were simply placed on the ground. Two of them began to be busy hoeing the chosen land under a large tree, which was somehow of its kind.
...-...
An hour later, two large black bags containing the bodies of the two women had been stockpiled inside the huge hole they had just dug. Dry leaves and branches, they spread on the pile of land, to disguise the situation, so that no one suspects if one day someone crosses the area.
"Let's go! Last afternoon at the end of the cliff there was an accident. I'm scared!" One of them exclaimed.
"If you're a coward, why did you take this job." Others snickered, re-carrying the hoe on his shoulder
They began to walk away from the area through the gripping darkness, heading to the place where they parked their car on the edge of the forest.
"I'm afraid of the devil! Not afraid of corpses."
The man beside her replied, "Then it's yourself that you fear. We are not demons."
"We are not demons, but Diraga!"
The two men's debate came to a halt, after their friend who walked first, exclaimed, "Hey you two! Come here!"
After throwing a glance at each other, the two men sprinted toward their friend who was crouching facing something in front of there.
"What's up?!"
"I found people! Looks like he's still alive."
With shocked faces the two men equalized the position. "He's a teenager" he said after turning over the body that was leaning over it. "Why is this kid here?"
"Is she the victim of a fatal accident yesterday afternoon? His pulse is very weak."
"It can be."
"What are we doing with this boy?"
"Who are you carrying?"
The man who was none other than Diraga Madewa, asked as he met his three men at the front of the remote building.
"We found it in the middle of the forest. Looks like this kid was one of the survivors of that bus accident, boss." One of the men explained.
The teenager's body has been laid on the terrace of the building they are now walking on. "Is he still alive?" asked Diraga again while looking down at the face of the ill-fated teenager full of wounds and splashes of blood.
"He's alive, boss. It's just that his pulse is weak. I don't think he's gonna last long."
"really?" The man's forehead that was called 'boss' was wrinkled.
"It seems so, Boss," replied the errand boy once more. "Umm, Boss ...." Just hang the sentence.
Diraga Madewa's gaze turned to the skinny man. "What?"
"The body of this child is quite high and contains. Looks like his internal organs are pretty good too." His face grinned at Diraga Madewa. Then switch to throwing smiles at each other with his two friends. It was like the idea he had come up with was brilliant.
For a moment he stared at the three faces of his men, then down on the weak body that was rolled under his feet. "No! Get Doctor Wang in the basement right now. Have him handle this kid until it gets better."
The three men were surprised. "I mean ... Boss wants Doctor Wang to treat this kid?" ask one of them to make sure.
"Yes. I have to leave before morning comes. Remember, in three days I will come here to see how things are going. Make sure, this kid should be fine."
I don't know what Diraga Madewa's goal is. What is clear is that the decision was quite unusual arrested by the three of his errand boyfriends.
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Three days later ....
Diraga Madewa just got out of his car. Retraced the rocky courtyard with his head held high and his cobbled steps as usual.
One man was seen to have welcomed her in the doorway.
"Good afternoon, Boss."
"Where's the kid?" ask Diraga Madewa without saying hello to his men.
"There's a room upstairs, boss."
"How is he doing?" continued Diraga while walking into a remote building without neighbors.
"It's improved a little. It's just ...." The lackey man's explanation came to a halt as if something was stuck at the end of his tongue.
"What's up?" Without a glance, Diraga Madewa's footsteps had reached the last step on the second floor of the building.
"The boy lost his memory, Boss."
And the statement successfully stopped the swing of Diraga Madewa's legs. "What did you say?" He stared at the face of his men with eyes splashed.
"Yes, Boss. The boy had amnesia. He didn't even remember what his name was after waking up yesterday afternoon."
Without asking any more, Diraga Madewa moved quickly towards the room where the boy was. But his steps stopped when he passed a man who was none other than his trusted illegal surgeon, who also handled the teenage boy, right in front of the door of the nursery.
"The boy doesn't remember anything, Mr. Diraga." The Chinese male doctor named Wang Xian. "It looks like we have to take him to the hospital to get some certainty about his memory."
"I asked, in addition to his memory, was his physique also severely injured?" tanya Diraga Madewa has not responded to the doctor's opinion.
"His leg has a broken bone. The rest, other than the head, everything was fine. The small wounds on his face and body, could recover within a week," Wang Xian explained.
"Will his broken leg ever return to normal?"
"Of course, Sir. But it takes a long time. Maybe ... three to four months."
"Then he doesn't need to be hospitalized. I'm gonna get an orthopedic specialist to take care of her at my house."
Wang Xian was quite surprised to hear that. "Then for his memory?"
"Let him not know who he is. Because I alone will form his identity into a new person." The sharp highlight of Diraga Madewa flashed unbreakable. Then continued his footsteps into the room where the teenage boy lay with his eyes closed. He was standing right next to his bed.
"From this moment ..your name ... ZACK SHANGRA'S."
