Santri Famiglia's

Research Objects

Four hours into the cruise, the ship arrived on the island of Pemba. The car was taken down, drove back under heavy rain, through the forest and winding roads.

In a twenty-four-hour store, the veiled woman with the name tag Arja Amora stares boredly out the door. Buffing his head sitting behind the cashier, he covered his evaporating mouth. The rain has been unrelenting since yesterday, leaving the store quiet for customers.

"Dear," he said feeling bored.

Fajr in a little bit. He just kept his eyes on the rain, hoping that a substitute colleague for a shift would come soon or at least a buyer would open a door that was unmoved.

In the middle of the darkness, the car turns. The highlight is through the glass door.

"Customer," he thought quickly reorganized the position, ready to welcome anyone who would enter.

The car stopped at the shop parking area. A man ran into the place. Arja greeted with the best smile.

"We brought good stuff. Three tails spoke," said the man standing in front of the cashier.

The girl's eyes widened. Presumably, he would be able to close early without waiting for his guard turn today.

"Well, Miss Petamana would be delighted. I'll make my way to the basement. Take them there!"

"All right."

The man went back to the car. Arja put up the holiday board, locked the door, turned off the lighting, then left. Parking walls are down. A downhill road appears. The wall returned to its original state after the car passed through it.

Arja's waiting downstairs. Four men got out of the car.

"Down them! I'll be a guide on where you're gonna take them."

"Tumben is nothing else" said one man.

"They'll be here soon. I just called them. Lately, Miss Petamana is a bit sensitive. All comforted. There are only a few. Now it is taking care of troublesome creatures," explained Arja.

Three men shouldered the three items in question. Arja led them down the hallway. They entered the room.

Three beds were prepared. All three laid there. The rope is removed, then replaced with a fastener that has been provided.

"Ah, what a pity that they should be made guinea pigs."

Arja. If allowed, he wants to keep the left or the right.

"Good, right? I'm sure their prices are more than ever."

"Only Miss Petamana can decide." Arja writes something on the paper, then hands it to the introductory representative.

"This is a receipt. Wait in the usual place! We will be contacting virtually to complete the administration" he continued.

The men immediately left, passing the same path that had been opened again by Arja. The girl saw the watch.

Thirty minutes until dawn. He had already contacted Juma, but not Petamana yet. That woman must still be sleeping.

Arja was hesitating to disturb the woman's sleep. He's pacing around in the room.

In the basement hallway, a man in a laboratory suit ran in haste. He was looking for a room where all three new items were stored.

"Juma's."

Arja looked over when the door opened. The man plontos through the door. His head is slippery, shiny when exposed to the spotlight.

"Where is Where?"

Juma looked around the room. There are only three men and Arja.

"Not yet to call."

"Why not be contacted directly? You just called me."

"I'm afraid to interrupt his sleeping hours."

"Okay, let me call him. Do a thorough check on them! It hasn't been done, has it?" said Juma.

He's out of the room again. The other laboratory members arrived. They helped Arja do the checkup.

Meanwhile, Juma called someone—head of PEnelitian who initiated this experiment. The woman was struggling with a blanket. However, he was forced to get up quickly after getting news from Juma.

He was always enthusiastic when it came to research. Lately, they do not have enough objects to apply the results of the study. Naturally, he was happy when those resources came. Moreover, there were three at once.

As soon as he arrived at the place, he headed straight for the room in question. Juma sat there, reading the reports received.

"On the far left, his eyes are not functioning. His leg was bitten by a wild animal, but it had been injected with an anti-infection. The middle normal. The far right ...."

The woman interjected, "It's satisfying."

"You don't want to read the reports about them first?"

Juma raised his head. The woman had been holding the chest board with a pile of blank papers.

"You read to me! I can't wait to execute them."

She smiles. His gaze switched between paper and the three men.

Juma stands. He walked from bed to bed.

"So, cut off the head, leg or hand?"

Juma observed three bodies lying in a row. Their hands and feet were tied to the bed. All three were unconscious.

Suppose they wake up, they may be horrified to hear the words of a carefree man. The man said as if he was about to cut a chicken while looking at them.

A woman with curled hair stood beside him. He scrawled paper on the chest board. Disgruntled, she flipped the paper, drawing a new sketch—sketch about three men wearing white shirts with pineapple.

He glanced from left to right. His gaze paused for a long time on the far right man.

Then, he replied, "Don't be the right one. It's a pity that a precious treasure like him is wasted because it's not going well."

The man walked to the right bed. They wear short-sleeved shirts. So, their hands are clearly visible.

"But, look! Among them, this child whose hands seemed to be crushed."

"Don't overdo it, Juma! He just has a lot of plaster and bruises. That'sthat's all. It's probably just a scratch."

The plontos man called Juma opened one of the plaster slowly. He was watching the wound.

"It's only small, but not dry yet. Oh, see! Holy hooch! The blood is flowing."

"Replace the plaster! Plug it!"

The woman glared. He could see the blood dripping onto the bed. In fact, just like a thin scratch, but the blood that comes out continues to multiply.

"I'm throwing it away."

"Take the new one then!"

"This child may have a blood clotting problem!"

Juma saw him for a moment, then went to look for medical supplies. The woman approached the right bed. He's watching closely.

Before long, Juma returned with a complete set of basic treatments. He cleaned the wound, then covered it with gauze after applying an ointment that helped to close the wound immediately. However, not yet Juma moved from his place, the gauze was already red. He cringed.

"This child's condition seems severe. I've treated and covered the wound, but what? The bleeding won't stop."

"You're the one who's less adorable. Before you take off the plaster, she's absolutely fine" the woman joked.

"It seems, we need to create something that can stop bleeding like this, Miss Petamana Mwiny," juma said, "Like these magical plasters for example."

Juma had replaced the burden, but the blood still seeped, unable to suppress the bleeding like the plaster he had removed. In fact, the plaster looked like an ordinary medical plaster.

"We've created more than that. We will apply the serum to him" Petamana said with a big smile.

"Hey, is that safe? Didn't the two objects die because of that? He said, do you regret this young man?"

"That's safer than a transplant. I've fixed and developed it."

The cemeteries go deeper, towards where the serum tubes are stored. He came back with a fully loaded shot."