Stiff Corpse

The Morning Report

The next morning we were all awakened by other friends who were not on guard. They came in the morning to start class. It's almost seven o'clock in the morning, morning report time. I ran towards the toilet while grasping the search soap bath and the towel on my shoulder.

You coward sultan! I growled while staring at the glass. Staring at the resolute-faced figure, the nose pointed with thick and sharp eyebrows. Highlight his eyes sharp, as sharp as an eagle with full of courage. But last night, those eyes were filled with fear, those thick eyebrows bending, whining like a child at the sight of a corpse. I kept cursing myself, until I heard the noise of my friend who was preparing a morning report in class. Let me be late again! I sped up my bath, combed my pristine undercut hair with just two hands soaked in water, and then came out of the bathroom.

So, every morning before class starts, we have to report what happened on guard overnight. Of course, our night shift had to report the remains of the accident. We displayed photos and visa data in a presentation slide that I had prepared overnight, in exchange for my uselessness. The five of us, the guard team last night, come forward to get ready to start the presentation. And when our lecturer entered the Morning report began.

I was shocked, the lecturer who led the Morning Report this morning is a person I know, my father smiled warmly last night. My face was red when I saw him walk into the classroom and start talking, starting our Morning Report. I could only look down embarrassed during the presentation, not daring to look at him, who turned out to be my forensic lecturer.

"Sekian morning report our team, thank you" said one of my friends ended the presentation.

The whole class gave a blank round of applause. They gawk at our case of a visum full of wounds. My stationmates have not been up for the night either, have not done a visit, so they pay close attention to what we report.

"So it's so, kids, it's great that last night's visa... For guard friends please return to the seat, we will start the class" said the lecturer warmly.

We all disbanded. I keep my head down. After we all sat down, he continued his conversation.

"I also saw a friend of ours who was terrified to see a dead body, hahaha". The whole class laughed. All my guard friends last night, looked at me with a laugh. I think I want to die standing up.

"But ndak papa dik, his name was also the first time seeing a corpse, it is natural that a little phobia. But the fear had to be resisted" As the whole class was silent, their mock laughter turned into a serious face staring at my lecturer. Seeing his students seriously staring at him, he widened his warm smile. His smile was aimed at the whole class, not just at me. It made the shame in my heart disappear.

"Fear is natural, not wrong, wrong is to be a coward. So you have to fight that fear. Never lose to fear."

That word slapped me so much. Simple but loud words. I seemed to be reminded subtly by him, at once encouraged and encouraged by those words. Suddenly my spirit rose. It was as if my heart was like a gong being hit, pounding hard. The whole class felt it, the warmth of him from his little counsel. Without me noticing, the whole class was stunned by this one forensic specialist. What he says is true I must be uplifting, I must fight my fear.