CONFESSION STONED
77. Wound Melting

The sound of an aluminum rolling door was heard being dragged forcibly to open. The walkie-talkie sounds simple. Footsteps that entered hurriedly filled the room at that moment.

Bara dumped the broken bottle that was used by Dijah to hit Fredy. Enfold the fragile body into the arms. Seamed Face was immersed in his embrace. Bara wanted to clean up the remaining blood patches on Dijah's face with his shirt.

Sewn hands hang rigidly on either side of Bara's body. The woman did not return her embrace. The tears have been receding since. Even in the arms of Bara, Sejah did not muzzle. He looked at the people running in from between the folds of Bara's hand that kept moving rubbed his back.

"Udah is okay. You are safe, you are safe. No one will hurt you anymore" murmured Bara with her chin stuck to the top of her head.

Actually, it was the Colonized who had saved his life. It was not he who saved the woman's life. Just a moment ago, he could have been a suspect of a persecution that led to the death of someone. Although that person is more than worthy of death, the law will not remain silent.

"By!" call Heru who comes in throngs. Bayu who carries a large camera comes running inside.

"Fredy?" ask a man known to Bara as a Drug Lady who met him once.

Bara just looked down at Fredy who was lying limp with half of his body on the scales and glass fragments around his head.

An officer crouched down near Fredy who glanced at Bara like he was not breathing. His hand was clutching his head tighter so that the woman did not turn her head.

"It can be brought," said AKBP Heryadi whose voice is recognized by Bara.

"Ambol officers can come in" the police officer said on his walkie talkie.

"To top-to-top!" shouted a well-built man and then ran towards the stairs.

An empty stretcher was carried by two officers. The aluminum rolling door was opened wide and an ambulance retreated to the mouth of the door.

"Shut up! Quiet down!" shouted the police officer who had climbed to the second floor. Bayu waited under the stairs with the camera he had been holding since.

In the uproar, Fredy had been pushed into an ambulance. Bara who looked at the man covered in blood, then looked at Mas Heru with a question mark. Mas Heru answered the meaning of Bara's gaze with a headband. Bara breathed a sigh of relief. Fredy's still alive.

"Anger can go to the ambulance too?" ask AKBP Heryadi.

"No, go to the hospital with me. Don't go there" replied Bara quickly. He does not want to let go of the Colonized anymore. He had almost lost the woman many times.

"One only. It's been combed all over" said two police officers carrying a man who appeared half-stripped down the stairs. Bayu lifted his camera and followed the Drug Case out of the shop dragging a man he was carrying from above.

Police secured the complete evidence from the third floor. Three of Fredy's friends who had left the shop were previously found among empty parked trucks. They are sipping sabu. One of them had to be rewarded with a hot lead in the leg for trying to escape and ignoring warning shots.

The three men were one of the providers of materials and tools for making meth and the other two were dealers.

AKBP Heryadi said the case would still be developed given that it looks like Fredy is not the only supplier in the area.

"To the hospital AM yes, visa. I told you if the letter was coming. Tomorrow morning to the office," said AKBP Heryadi patted Bara's shoulder.

Heru stared at Bara many times. It seems like there is something the man wants to say. Bara saw Dona standing looking around the contents of the shop with a camera in his hand. It turned out that there was nothing the man could do.

Bara then embraces Dijah and walks towards Dona. "Car keys," Bara said. In a hurry, Dona reached into his pants pocket and handed him the car keys.

"Hospital, visa. Seized must visa for evidence of Fredy's violence. Her brother must have entered the abuse complaint. Persecution if Fredy did not die. If he died? You were also snared. Now Fredy's half-dead it must be because you hit it," said Heru who taught Bara steps towards his car. The man had a glance towards the back of Bara's hand that was embracing the Colonized. Those blushing wounds couldn't lie.

"Yes..." Bara raised his eyebrows to look at Heru so that his cousin stopped talking. The colon who was next to him must have heard all. The Dona who was following them must have heard all the words of Heru.

"We go to the hospital, Jah." said Bara slowly. Just silence. Colored Face was completely flat as if lifeless. He no longer cared where he would be taken.

Bara opened the car door and led Dijah to sit in the front seat. He then pulled out a jacket that was draped on the back of the driver's seat and wrapped up the body of the Colonized wearing it.

After making sure that Sejah was sitting quietly, Bara ran around the car and turned it on. "Wait a minute, I'll talk to Heru first." Again, no response from Dijah.

"Mas," call Bara. Heru who was talking to one of the officers who was stretching the police line, turned to Bara.

"Congen't left yet?" tanya Heru walked over to Bara. "Udah is starting to race, mending is leaving now."

"Yes, I'm going straight away. Yesterday please diokein aja Mas," said Bara.

"How much?" ask Heru.

"Everything" replied Bara briefly.

"Everything?" reset Heru.

"Yes. Everything was. It'sit's okay. All to me. Preparation. I'm leaving first yeah, I'll see you in the morning at the police station." Bara smiled wryly then left Heru.

Considering the case of violence was only subject to a momentary sentence, Bara undo his intention at that time. He chooses to follow Heru's advice to dig Fredy's crimes even deeper.

The reality is different again. If yesterday Bara only needed a lawyer to make a lawsuit, this time they need legal help. Bara did not want to be colonized the real victim but instead bore the punishment.

"Well... Sleepy?" call Bara while they're on their way to the hospital.

Just silence. Sitting quietly looked at the street in front of them expressionlessly. She kept quiet again, not bothering the woman. Maybe you need some time to think.

Upon his arrival at the ER of the Government Hospital, Bara briefly told him what he wanted to get for Dijah.

A nurse requested an identification stamp to be used for administrative purposes. Bara who saw Dijah just stood still like he did not realize where his existence immediately opened the tote bag Sejah who had been picked up from the shop floor.

"You sit down here first" said Bara holding onto the shoulder of the Sejah and leading him to a row of iron chairs.

For a few minutes Bara tried to find the woman's identification, finally he found a small blue wallet containing an identifier, a medical card, and a, mini market membership card and a shabby business card.

"Letters from the police can follow, right? It's his identification." Bara handed out the identification mark of the Sejah to the woman behind the administrative desk.

His heart was tingled to pull the business card from the slippage of the wallet. Bara read the office and the name of the woman listed there. Here is his address and contact number.

Bara recognizes it is a non-profit institution that provides counseling services for communities that need professional assistance.

His father founded it a dozen years ago with some of his fellow professionals. But along with the busyness of his father who had served as rector of the university, the frequency of his father's presence at the institution became reduced. But the institution is still actively standing until now. Mr. Wirya only comes occasionally to provide training to young counselors who devote themselves there.

Capitalized on one philosophy, the most precious treasure is the family. And the mental health of family members is the key to happiness. The Family Counseling Institute stands today.

Bara pulled out his phone and photographed the business card. While looking at Dijah who was sitting waiting with a calm face, Bara planned to call the woman on the business card.

FAMILY COUNSELING AGENCY

Dra. Widya Chandra M. Ps

Bara led Sejah to follow the footsteps of a nurse who in his hand was clasped with several sheets of paper. They're heading into a room. Inside the room sat a female doctor who had been waiting.

The doctor and nurse did not ask much. Maybe the phone from AKBP Heryadi also facilitates the process of visa et repertum that is being undertaken in the early hours of the day.

Sitting on a check bed with a normal face. Ever since they met earlier, the colonists have not looked at Bara though.

"Open her clothes yes," said the female doctor speaking. The curtain was not yet closed, Bara still turned to Dijah who pulled his t-shirt over the head.

Bara saw long scratches caused by nails from the neck to the upper chest.

Shouldn't have seen that. That's not ethical. But he was also curious. He stopped talking and looked at her. Colored so close but still very difficult to achieve.

Suddenly I felt his phone shake. He reached into his pocket and saw Heru's name on the screen.

"At the hospital?" ask Heru across the street.

"Yes, how?" Back to asking.

"The conditions are stable" answered Heru. Bara breathed a sigh of relief. Being murdered didn't kill her ex-husband.

"How wise? All right?" ask Heru again.

He turned to the patient's bed. Seized is looking down to release his pants. The nurse then pulls the curtain over. Bara could still see from the slight gap of the curtain that was not fully closed.

The colonized stood naked and was so cooperative as his body was thoroughly examined. The woman did not even heed the Bara who was there. In fact, he was once thrown a bottle of deodorant only because he accidentally saw Sejah with a bra.

"Ra.." call Heru.

"Yes Mas?"

"How is it?"

"Guild is not well yet..."

The To Be Continued.....