SULIVANS
Warm
Four cans of instant coffee were placed on the lobby table by an apprentice in a hurry to bring her, attracting the attention of all the sisters who were in the night watch section of the room.
“Thanks.”
One of the sisters with hair curled irregularly grabbed a can of coffee that almost fell rolling. His red eyes continued his activities reading a stack of reports that was still reduced by three-quarters.
The two sisters sitting in the lobby blinked their eyes at the apprentice who was trying to hold back his curling lips. Who is not happy to get a thank you from the sister who is famous for the most efficient talk, jutek, as well as the most beautiful.
Her lentic eyelashes are perfectly printed adorning her shimmering brown irises reflecting the light of the lamp. Once my glare was able to make all men submit to him. The male apprentice also planned to go after him if only he did not see the gleam of the golden ring coiling on his little finger.
But the confusing words he heard from the lobby guard sister made him a little bold. He hears them talking about Sania, the beautiful nun, putting a gold ring on her finger to avoid hospitalization patients who continue to insist on marrying her.
Being beautiful is not everything.
He then sat down to watch the two friendly sisters while staring at Sister Sania, occasionally greeting them.
If keeping the night means being able to see all the movements of Sister Sania directly throughout the night, she has no problem keeping watch for an entire week. Especially in this quiet night.
“Ah, thank goodness tonight is quiet.”
Exciting conversation about the two strongest presidential candidates by the two sisters next to him suddenly stopped, in order to hear the sacred words spoken from this handsome intern.
The two of them looked at each other, then moved their eyeballs awkwardly.
The apprentice who was still not aware of the impact of his speech was shocked to see Sister Sania looking back at him, then walked up to him.
Little by little her heart rhythm rose as the distance between them narrowed and Sister Sania's sharp gaze that shook her eyes.
What he had just realized was that it was a look of anger.
“What did you say?”
The sister's elbow that hit her arm made her realize and shifted her eyeballs that were shaking in any direction other than Sister Sania's angry gaze.
“That's a powerful forbidden magic spell enlivening the ER-“
The waiting sister of the lobby table did not have time to finish her sentence to see the translucent glass automatic door open, showing a person in a frenzy carrying a woman who fainted on her back.
Zalva stared at everyone in light blue clothes who strangely stared at him frozen, one by one in turn to ask for help.
He had no problem with his back holding the unconscious girl for about two minutes; one minute at the scene where she collapsed, another minute carrying her from the parking lot to the ER.
Sister Sania moved closer to Zalva, followed by another officer who began to come to their senses from their freezing.
The apprentice who suddenly felt guilty helped move the victim to the ward safely, then stood away giving place to the seniors.
Zalva watched as the girl's eyes were opened and lit by a flashlight, checked for regular breathing, and sought her heartbeat on her wrist, along with the apprentice who happened to be standing next to Zalva doing the exact same thing as him.
When Sister Sania took off the top button of Sena's uniform to loosen her respiratory tract, the two of them turned around together, then it was startled in a different way once it saw the lobby table guard sisters standing right in front of them.
He asked Zalva to fill in the victim's personal data that he brought, which made Zalva's facial water turn confused. His mouth that wanted to say that they did not know each other he closed tightly, then nodded his head and followed the nurse to the lobby table.
Leaving the panicked apprentice to find the door of the ER re-opened featuring the elderly man being swept away by the security guard, as well as the ambulance sirens that resonated afterwards.
He clapped his hands hard many times while walking quickly towards the ambulance in front.
Zalva finds a familiar student's identity card inside the front zipper of a light blue bag that he hangs in front of his body. The glossy green PVC card stopped her breathing for a moment, realizing she was at the same school as him.
He grabbed the ballpoint pen with mixed feelings. How could he not recognize the students from his own school? Although the girl did not wear the same uniform as her other friends, the photo emblazoned in her identity card wore a distinctive tie of her school motif; a slash of gold over a deep purple base color.
During this time, Zalva managed to hide his nightly identity in meetings, without any friends or teachers at his school who knew.
And he believed; though doubtful, this time it will be.
Adisa Senapati's.
The name he wrote also sounded familiar in Zalva's brain which was famous for its powerful memories; which he trained hard for the mission of hiding himself as a member of a biker gang. More precisely, the leader.
Arriving at the column of height and weight, his pen was brake by his fingers. The girl looks tall. If it is estimated to be about one hundred and sixty-five, it is more or less as tall as his ears.
He decided to empty the section to be filled by his parents who said they would come soon. Zalva called them using the victim's cell phone easily without having to have trouble thinking about the exact password, as his phone was not locked at all.
Zalva was astonished when he first discovered it.
While conversing with the lobby guard sisters, a middle-aged couple entered carrying a carrier bag in a hurry. They opened each closed curtain with a fog and almost crying face, then apologized politely if the person lying in the ward was not the one they were looking for.
Zalva felt they were the parents he had called earlier, seeing from the face of the wife who was similar to the victim and the husband's tall stature.
A total of nine curtains they opened were all zonk. The faces of those who looked even more panicked when they opened the tenth curtain, turned cheerful in an instant when they found the child lying on the bed.
Zalva stared at their little reunion in silence.
The father then walked towards Zalva with his eyes fixed on the guard sister.
“How is Sena doing, sister?”
Ah, it turns out Sena's calling.
There was a two-way conversation that Zalva listened to solemnly. From the way the father spoke and looked, Sena must have been a very dear child. It came to the sentence that made Zalva freeze upon hearing it.
“Therefore athletes run in his school-“
A sentence that explains why Zalva never heard his name or met him. At the same time it brings up a feeling of pity when remembering Tera's words about hard blows on her knees and back.
That might make Sena take a break from her running activities, or even retire forever.
The frozen mind of Zalva melted when the husband and wife experienced him and thanked him while bending down. Zalva responded awkwardly; feeling alien to the warmth they radiated.
Retractable Zalva's hand approached the mat under the Sena ward containing various side dishes and fruits. They sat Zalva down before he could refuse.
Little talk of everyday life just flows. The originally awkward Zalva slowly began to show her smile, replying to them with long sentences.
Zalva did not know that talking to parents could be this fun; talking about the most fun subjects, teachers were encouraged at school, and teachers were encouraged, also a creepy story about a school room that even Zalva never talked to her peers.
During this time, the longest conversation between Zalva and her mother was about her ranking increase. The topic of the chat is not far from the lessons, grades, and rankings.
Zalva only found out that talking to her mother was so boring, after experiencing random talk that turned out to be much more fun.
He suddenly missed his mother.
Zalva then left, with a strong desire to talk about random events like this with his mother. Along the way he thought of his mother's reaction which would probably be the same as her; smiling awkwardly and nodding stiffly, little by little being able to follow the course of communication as the chatter flowed.
As soon as she opened the door, Zalva smiled happily at the mother sitting at the dinner table, waiting for her to come home.
He walked quickly to get out a sentence that was ready at the end of his tongue.
However, the sentence at the tip of the mother's tongue urged out faster.
The cold long sentences were able to form stalactites and violently rain down on Zalva's body.
A boring conversation that proves Zalva's guilt can change him.
A bitter conversation about his mathematical value that was only ninety-two.
