
Sanubari, Zunta and Canda were sitting in the car. In the middle seat, Sanubari continued to joke with Zunta. As Canda suspected, the visual form of the car did not affect Sanubari at all. Another case when the car engine starts.
Brums.
Sanubari's water turned one hundred and eighty degrees.he began to panic. Sanubari pushed open the door but did not want to open.
"Open door! Get me out of this place!" sanubari yelled as he smacked the car glass.
Sanubari is like a madman. His brain could not think clearly every time the roar of the car was heard. The sound stimulates the brain's Sanubari nerve cells to hallucinate.
For Sanubari, he is no longer in the car. Except being in a torture machine. Hundreds of sharp and pointy objects as if directed at him, ready to attack him at any moment.
"Please! Anyone, please get me out of this hell!"
Sanubari. Suddenly it was dark. Zunta and Canda who were in the car with him were no longer visible. His eyes only caught the slashes of sharp objects that began to scratch his skin. Something was pointing to his eyes. Spontaneous Sanubari closed her eyes and became increasingly hysterical.
"YYESY!"
"SANu, what's wrong? Relax Sanu! Now we're in the car" Zunta said, calming Sanubari down as he hugged her.
"The mountain? Where's?" Sanubari dinginukan with heart palpitations. The giant needles were still eyeing him in the darkness.
"I'm here, Sanu. Be calm! There's nothing here." Zunta tightened her embrace.
Canda sighed. He shut off the car engine. The therapy for months seems to have not been able to treat Sanubari. However, there was a slight change in Sanubari.
Sanubari suddenly calmed down. He looked dazedly around it.
"Zunta, why are you hugging me?" sanubari asked when she realized Zunta was holding her tightly.
Yes, Sanubari will forget all his fears when the sound of the car is dead. He would never remember screaming a moment ago. As if he was dreaming and then woke up without a single memory of the events of the dreamland, Sanubari would be mediocre as if nothing had ever happened.
"I miss Sanu," Zunta answered lying.
"Haha. Every day we are together. I can miss everything!"
"Sanu will be home soon. So, I'm short of my longing now," replied Zunta innocently.
Canda looked at the back seat. He gave Sanubari a paper bag. "SANu, this is for you. Take it!"
"Open it!"
"Ms."
Sanubari unpacked the contents of the bag. There are two boxes of different sizes. One box contains a smart phone. The other one contains headphones with a combination of black and blue.
"Grandfather, this ...."
"From now on you have to wear those headphones when you get in a car or walk in a crowded place."
"For what?"
"Now you may not feel. But it seems you can't hear the sound of the car. You should wear it anyway! Never take it off before you get home or get to a vehicle free place!"
"All right." Sanubari wears headphones.
Sanubari still did not understand why Canda had told him that. However, Sanubari's mind says that he should follow Canda's advice. Instantly the atmosphere became quiet once the headphones were attached. Sanubari could not hear anything at all.
It was a special headphone. Created specifically for Sanubari. Designed to be able to muffle the sound one hundred percent so that Sanubari does not suddenly relapse when hearing unwanted sounds.
Kanda turned the engine back on. Sanubari is no longer hysterical. The journey to the embassy went well.
The stiff atmosphere felt as soon as entering the friendly country representative building. Like formal offices in general, no employee jokes during working hours. All embassy staff work professionally.
Although this is an embassy office but there are only two, three citizens who come to take care of something. Sanubari sat next to Canda, answering each question in order to complete the return passport application form.
From the counter that had not been visited by visitors, an employee noticed Sanubari. Sometimes he plays his fingers on an interactive screen. His job was so leisurely that he had the opportunity to play a device behind his desk, exchanging messages with people outside.
After filling out the form, Sanubari still had to wait a while. They had to wait for the clerk to finish inputting the data after Canda completed all the administration.
All three immediately left the immigration department once the passport was in hand. Sanubari returned to wearing his headphones as they returned to the car park. He walked with Zunta.
Wearing headphones can indeed overcome the trauma of Sanubari. However, Sanubari felt uncomfortable after wearing it all the way to the Embassy. Because of the headphones, he could not communicate throughout the trip.
"Maybe I'll have to say it to Grandpa Canda, later to the house" said Sanubari.
They got in the car, drove to their next destination. Another car came out of the embassy.