The One Thousand Days

Chapter 23. Troublemaker of Destiny

Arriving there, Geral's head had already drooped. Thick blood soaked the hair and moved slowly over the streets. My legs are limp, my breathing starts short\-short because my chest suddenly feels tight. The crowd began to approach while I was still glued to where I was standing. The path I was walking on felt to move slowly to make my stomach like it was stirred when I stared again at the figure lying down.

The figure suddenly disappeared when now it felt like the streets were moving faster than before. I took a breath and blinked. Now I'm in the car. The car was speeding. I turned my head when I heard the voice of the woman who seemed to be trying to calm me down.

The mama?

My fingers rubbed my eyes, but Mama's figure did not want to disappear. Our car is speeding. I was shocked when I heard a loud voice. My breath was stifled when I turned my eyes from Mama to the front–ke the streets. The front of the car hit someone. That figure was slammed.  However, I could not see it further because suddenly my stomach was like being stabbed when the chair I was sitting on turned around. A louder voice rang out now until I closed my eyes. I think I threw up–or I don't know because this car is now moving like a top. When the round stopped I looked. My mother's head drooped beside me. Blood also washed his face. Melt down from Mama's eyes and her torn forehead.

Bloods.

I choked and immediately closed when a thick liquid with a sour taste suddenly filled my mouth. However, my hand could not hold on any longer. The vomit was on the streets. Stomach heartburn. My fingers rubbed the corners of my vomit-stained lips. At that moment the smell of rancid attacked my sense of smell. That monstrous\-shadow shadow began to fade. Leave the nausea churning in my stomach. I looked up and my eyes now turned to the crowd that sounded crowded. People\-people around me talk to each other and ask about family or friends who can help the poor young man drenched in blood. I even heard one of them theorize that Geral's head may have broken.

Geralds. Oh, no this is bad. Why did I get lost in the past in this condition?

I rubbed my mouth and stood up. Trained to penetrate the crowd as my breath came out one by one heavily. The sirens of ambulance cars began to come closer. Geral was still drowning in the streets without a single person daring to touch. Maybe afraid if anything happens to the young man because the victims of the accident should not be touched carelessly. There may be broken bones or other damage. However, I don't care. Now I sat down beside him and lifted the young man's head into his lap. My tears fell as I watched Geral's eyes still closed. My finger touched his forehead and rubbed his sticky hair from the thick liquid.

“Ge–Ge–ral, please open your eyes!” my lips trembled to say his name.

I shook his body and still ignored people\-people are still talking to each other. Still can hear one of them he said would call the police. However, I do care at all. I gasped when some people touched my shoulder. They offered to help me stand up even though I was still crying. I followed and stood up when the paramedics arrived. The officers now went down while carrying the mattress. Paramedics lifted Geral's still unconscious body into an ambulance. They also let me get in the car. It didn't take long for the car to start moving.

As soon as the car was running, I bit my lip. My hand is now holding Geral's limp-dropped hand. His eyes were still closed and he did not move in the slightest. I'm really\-scared right now.

“I won't forgive you if you die one more time!” my spoken. But he still did not answer.

Arriving at the hospital, Geral was immediately taken into the operating room. While waiting, I called Alex. Although I was lazy to explain this incident when she came, it was just that she knew better how to deal with this matter. All this time, he's been the one who cleared up all the trouble I've done. As bad as anything, he was the only\-man who would run to help me. He could replace the Geral family now out of nowhere. A man-to-man relationship will not be so much more of a question than a man-woman relationship.

This event could be bad. The worst thing that could be the exposure of the identity of the body occupied by Geral. If that happens then it is likely that people who know him will start looking. It is unlikely, but man never knows.  No one would have guessed if for example one of the people who knew Rael was tucked between paramedics chasing in this hospital or hospital visitors. There is no information that the young man was orphan–Alice also never explained. For that, I need Alex, even if I don't want to.

 I'm still sitting on the bench. Squeezing my hair. My mind still cannot calm down. Bad feeling like chasing one by one in the head. Geral's first death was caused by an accident. Now, he also had an accident. To be honest, I was afraid that this accident would be the way for him to go again because he said the world had a natural system to get everything back where it should be. Geral's arrival into the world wasn't what was supposed to happen and maybe I had messed up fate. Damn even though I do not want to pray to God, in the face of fate itself I cannot dwell at all. I was stubborn not to pray and ask for help.

My sense of hearing is buzzing slowly. I looked down to look at my palms that felt wet. Since when was my hand this wet. My eyes immediately faded when I found the red liquid there. I lifted my palm and sniffed it. The smell of water pierced the nose. Maybe now I should clean it up.

I got out of my chair and went straight to the bathroom. As my fingers reached for the doorknob, the crashing cold made my hair bristle. Large\-droplets of water that fell to the surface of the sink pierced my eardrum. Suddenly the sound sounded very soothing. My finger grabbed the end of the water faucet and pressed down on it. The water filled the water tub. I'm sure it doesn't take long until the water in the tub spills over. However, I don't care.

I extended a hand. Water that keeps moving down. Look at him expectantly. Didn't drowning die in no blood at all. Even though the word drowning dead is the most painful. They say dying that way is scary because it's cold and alone until the breath disappears. But I have a different opinion. Death in that way can be fun, when slowly\-slow death begins to hug then at least no visible blood or slashed skin. It could also be that humans will not be in pain when they reach the last beat when the life reaches the end of the throat and wait to be released from the body.

My hand was still playing in the rushing water as the moving liquid hit the surface of the tub began to look strange. At first the tub looked white with the clear water flowing down. The flowing water began to change color. Pink tinsel began to appear. The more water that moves down, the pink color changes to a deep red. A second later, the color of the water became more intense. The droplet fell on my hand first\-liquid and then thickened. The liquid was as red as blood.

“Blood,” my lips sizzle. My body automatically moved backwards. Putting my hand on my pants a few times–as strong\-strong.  I came to this place to clean my hands not to dirty them.

“Enza!”

I looked up as the whispers began to sound. The sound defeated the rushing water. When the voice of the call was heard again now I looked in the mirror. My eyes are glued to the surface that reflects the shadow. I looked at him, but it was not my shadow that appeared. Slowly\-swallow began to form another figure there. I was stunned and shut my mouth when the image of a child appeared in the mirror.

“Enza! Enza!” her little voice whimpered.

“You don't know me!” my ketus. However, the boy did not seem to care, he kept looking at me while calling my name.

 My chest is tight, my breathing is choked\-sandat. A chill started to run down my neck. The boy reached out his hand when the child's forehead began to tear. Blood is flowing down. The longer the harder it is.

“Enza!” whispered again.

“Don't call me!”

I howl. My body is starting to slow. My leg's limp. Both my hands were squeezing the earlobe. Prevent the sound of the whisper from approaching.

“Enza's... Enza... Enza... Enza... Enza... Enza... Enza... Enza...!”

“Stop!”

“Enza's... Enza... Enza... Enza... Enza... Enza... Enza... Enza...!”

“Enza!”

“Don't call me!” I shook my head again. “You are not real!”

“Enza, it's me. Brother Alex.”

“You lied!”

“It's me, Alex.”

Warm jemari–entah belongs to whom–suddenly touched the surface of my skin. I gasp. While donating, my eyes met honey-brown eyes. Those eyes are Alex. Somehow seeing him here made me a little calmer.

“What are you doing here?” his voice sounded panicked.

“That,” I gulped. “Blood..a hocus on the mirror..,” I pointed towards the mirror and the sink.

“What's there?”

“There is blood, little boy,” my voice is still stammered.

“What do you mean?”

“There's blood pouring out of the faucet!” my screams were angry, why didn't he understand either.

“No blood, Enza!”

“Ada.”

“Nothing. Let's see!”

I followed Alex's eyes. The water is still pouring. Unclouded. My eyes moved to the mirror. The mirror is empty. There is no shadow in it. The boy has disappeared. My eyes turned to Alex.

“Geral!”

“What?”

“Geral accident.”

“Iya, she was in an accident.” Alex nodded.

My eyes were staring at Alex. How could he possibly know. How did he know all this so soon?

“So don't know Geral accident?” I swallowed spit. Doubt began to crumple my mind.

“I know.” his voice is steady.

My hands tremble when my teeth clap. I looked again at his brown eye bead. Looking for the loophole of lies within those eyes. Maybe Alex knows everything. He knows that I call the spirits. But since when?