Red Box

Bullet 16: Video from WA

Arriving at the reception, I asked Fira to rest in the waiting room. Meanwhile, I took a breath in the left corner, near the entrance, and the flower pot filled with anturium.

Sweat is still pouring. Heart beat uncharacteristically, bored like running a marathon. We just went up the stairs. I think I should go to a cardio doctor too, to get my heart checked. But before that, I had to walk to the receptionist, to complete the responsibilities.

Pictures of the bones, complete with explanation on the right. The human skeleton cross-section at the front, as well as the nutrition information board behind the receptionist. Every time I visit Om Hadi's practice, it always draws my eyes.

“Application check on behalf of Gilang, right?” guess the officer.

Not yet able to express the intention, the officer had told me to wait.

“Eh?” my wonder.

“Udah marked the car, because Mr. Hadi said not to use the usual,” explained the officer, “waiting from earlier, you know, mas! Because long, forced to use the number of the anthrenya other patients,” he continued, smile.

The officer was named Lina, a young lady in glasses.

He has been working here for the past few years.

“Oh, so?” I muttered, paying attention.

“This is direct, kok!” calm down the officer.

“Ah, don't do it, mbak, pity the patient who has already done it!” my word.

“Stay control doang, kok!” clearly, “patients handling already in advance all,” he continued.

“Temenin his girlfriend, tuh!”

He pointed towards Fira and said again, “from earlier ngeliatin continue, like a tiger found a goat!”

“P-Daughter?” surprised me.

“Wear shy everything!” goda.

I turned towards Fira, the cute girl who immediately looked away.

“Macan what? Cat, times?!” I muttered, as I approached her, “eh, thanks, mbak!” I continued, waving my hand.

“Sama-sama, mas!” the answer.

In the waiting room, several people were waiting. It was seen that one was carrying a cane, and another was in a cast.

The officer was honest. Patients who need treatment have come first and the rest is only in control. The row of seats on the left also looked empty, making me feel relieved; it did not have to make many people disappointed.

“You guys said what?”

Fira asked with a curious face.

“She said, we're dating,” I replied, flat.

“Ish, basic!” his grunts, made me turn my head immediately, “the eyes are scratched, what?” continued.

Feeling disrespectful, I nudged his eel and said, “nothing, but I can't see clearly, so wear glasses!”

“Pantesan,” muttered Fira, back elbow my waist.

I was just grimacing, while the officer laughed to see us. With a smile, I whispered to Fira not to do too much, and regretted saying that.

Again, I forgot that Fira didn't think so. Sarcasm and satire are slow, I give a dark-themed heavy joke instead.

“Keep answering what?” ask again, with a face that looks flat.

“Fuck answer, people are clear,” answer me.

Suddenly, Fira looked. His face looked disappointed. I don't understand where my mistakes are, but things are starting to get awkward.

“Because of that, yes, you guys look familiar?” muttered.

“Which tabernacle, he said you were like a tiger, so I laughed,”.

“Keep, what do you answer?” Fira.

“You're not a tiger, but a monitor lizard!”

Shaking my head, I walked towards the exit, avoiding Fira's annoyed gaze.

The girl was completely incomprehensible. Sometimes it's funny, sometimes it's pretty, and sometimes it makes me feel anxious like I am now. Understanding and understanding it is truly the most difficult thing, among the many things I have done in my entire life.

“In retrospect, why do I feel upset myself?” my thinking.

“Mas Cross!” call the officer, “mas!”

Suddenly, someone patted me on the shoulder.

Once conscious, the officer waved his hand at me. Although it felt strange, without a second thought, I rushed over.

“What's up, mbak?” my many.

“Why not invited, it's your turn, you guys!” obviously the officer, “tuh, called Mr Hadi!” continued.

“Lang, Lang.”

A man dressed in a white suit shook his head at the end of the hall.

His hair is short, thin-browed, and has a bushy mustache. Recognizing her marsupial eyes and the black stains on her forehead, I was suddenly too scared to look for Fira. I just realized, apparently it's time for us to come in. But when I looked, it seemed that the girl was already standing at the door.

At that instant, I remembered the person who patted my back. Apparently, he was Fira. While shaking his waist, he continued to pay attention with an annoyed look.

“Why not talk from earlier, mbak?!” oh, I hurried to the girl.

While trying to embrace, suddenly Fira brushed off my hand. He really looks very upset. At first, it surprised me, but in the end I tried to explain and apologize, even though I did nothing wrong. Usually, it is effective against the mother.

“I just want to help doang, kok!” my clear.

Fira just grunted, but I finally managed to convince him, although all the way he continued to be moody.

In fact, the fragrant aroma that smelled from the clothes he was wearing also failed to make me feel excited. To be honest, from her home, I really liked the perfume she was wearing.

Tired of the desire to release it, so that cloudy on his face immediately disappeared. But, for some reason, I feel like I'm going to regret that whole life.

As I promised, I convinced myself that my intention was only to help. All I had to think about was; bringing him safely to the examination room.

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“Sit!” exclamation Om Hadi.

Arriving at the check room, Om Hadi immediately put on his glasses, and began to prepare the equipment. Meanwhile, I helped Fira lie on the examination bed.

“Check in person, om!” I cried, while taking off both of Fira's shoes.

With an unconvinced look, Om Hadi nodded.

After returning the equipment, he immediately approached it.

“Excuse me for a moment, yes!” said Om Hadi, start checking, “sak no?” he continued, moving Fira's legs.

“A-Aw! Pain, doc!” fira Whine.

Om Hadi repeated the process in several other directions, accompanied by a similar shout by Fira.

“It looks like his ligament was torn,” said Om Hadi.

“Sobek?” sahutku.

“The area of her ankle just bruised, that means deep bleeding!” Om Hadi's.

“What was the night you washed with warm water?”

I turned towards Fira, responding to her. It seemed, he didn't do that, so it made me feel relieved.

“Why did you tell him to wash with warm water, not cold water?” the Nagel Om Hadi.

“I think not to tear, om,” kelitku.

“What's bad, doc?” timbrung Fira's.

Instantly, we both looked. Several times, I winked at Om Hadi, giving him the code to scare.

“For severe cases, swelling can occur, due to ligament tear completely,” replied Om Hadi, after getting a code from me. It looks like he agreed to work together, and added again, “bahian in extreme cases, the patient could to the point of not being able to support the body's burden."

“Don't say..”

Fira gulps, her habit when she's panicking.

With a sour face he said again, “feet I don't need amputated, right, doc?”

Momentarily, me and Om Hadi laughed.

“Wah, you really have the heart, yes, Lang!” muttered.

“Aaan, no!” elakku, “people he fell wearing shoes as high as two meters,” I continued joking.

“Whatever is egrang!” fira protests, “people just eight inches doang, kok!” continued, adding.

“Wear such high shoes, indeed you are a model, yes?” ask Om Hadi.

“Now!”

Fira shakes.

“Ad star?” Om Hadi's.

Again Fira shook his head, making Om Hadi further asked, “sof why wear such shoes, if both are not?”

“There is a family event, doc..”.

“Ah!”

Suddenly, I remembered Fira's shrinking height.

At dinner, the tip of his head went through my ears. But today, his maximum height was only slightly beyond my shoulder.

“Shut!” snapped Fira.

It seems, he realized that I also knew the real reason.

I wonder, why is his intuition so sharp in matters like this?

But out of fear, I just kept quiet.

Feeling ignored, Om Hadi also said, “so clear, we do the X-ray test first!”

“Then I wait outside, yes!” pamitku go.

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In the waiting chair, I opened the phone, bored. There, many incoming message notifications pop up, but not many are important. In fact, there is hardly any. The only thing that caught my mind was a video file sent by Roni.

“It seems, this is the video they made noise,” my mumble, start downloading it.

Fortunately, the internet connection in the city is so fast that it does not take long to download it.

While sitting back, I started playing the eleven-minute video. It was just an obscure activity of someone claiming to be named Anwar.

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“That's the contents of all those boxes, so until next week to know the continuation of my investigation. Okay, I creepy anwar, bye, bye!”

That's what he said at the end of the video.

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Dark web, mysterious box, to a strange website that can not be visited. In conclusion, it is most likely that the video is genuine, but the activity carried out by the recorder is completely wrong.

“Mas Cross!” call Lina, aka the receptionist, “mas!!!”

It's getting high notes.

“Y-Yes?” sahutku.

“Hobi very, ngalamun!” her tirade, “called, tuh!” he continued, pointing at the check room.

“Oh, okay, mbak!” my answer.

Before leaving, I hurriedly wrote a message that the video was likely genuine, then sent it to Roni. After that, I immediately locked the phone screen.

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Important fact, torn ligaments!

Ice compresses are part of the injury management standard, especially once an injury occurs and the period 2 x 24 hours afterward.

The use of this ice is as an anti-pain and freeze bleeding so as not to expand. When given a hot compress, the bleeding will actually be more diluted and widespread.

Do an ice pack for 15–20 minutes, as many as 3–4 times a day in the first 72 hours.

If you use ice cubes, avoid sticking ice directly to the skin.

Avoid doing ice packs for more than 20 minutes, because body tissues can be damaged.