Eps. 2 – Consciuos

(Kayshila)

          I opened my eyes slowly. My ears caught the melodious strains of Eric Nam's voice. It was there that I began to realize that I was still alive. The Korean song sings beautifully in my ears. I know who was beside me at that time. Catherine. A young woman of Australian nationality and is pregnant. She is crazy about K-Pop and Korean dramas. Two months ago, I accompanied her to a BTS concert when she was seven months pregnant. Catherine married my big bro, Rangga. He's a busy banker. Cath chose to live in Indonesia with me even though we were in different apartment towers.

          I sighed and tried to sit up. But unfortunately, my head and stomach hurt so bad. I took off my shirt, and there was a thick bandage covering part of my stomach. Painful and sore. Then, my eyes fell on my left wrist. It is also bandaged in a circle. Not so sick. If I turn his wrist 360 degrees, it might hurt.

          "Citra!?" Catherine's voice came from the corner of the hospital room. She opened the curtains that covered my ward wide. She grabbed the nurse call button hanging behind my ward, pressed it many times. "I'm so panicked. Why… why you always…" He stopped talking because two nurses quickly opened the door and walked in. She takes my hand for tension and checks my eyes and mouth with a flashlight.

          "Thank you, Miss. Kayshila. Yesterday in the operating room you was bleeding, but all is resolved. The doctor who will take care of you after lunch will come huh." said the old nurse, looking at the paper board she was carrying and looking at her watch.

          "Thank you, Mrs." Catherine said to the nurse. I just smiled a little at the old nurse.

          "You can eat anything. If you can, try to eat energy." The two nurses walked away while leaving us a smile.

          "I almost gave birth in this hospital when I found out you were shot." Catherine sat in the chair next to my ward. She put his body slowly because her stomach was already growing. "I was not told by the police that you had a gunshot wound. At first the passersby didn't know, because the whole floor was covered in blood." She sighed as she rubbed her stomach. "Rangga will be here soon." she continued. "How are you feeling, Citra?"

          I sighed. Again.

          "Dizzy. My stomach hurts." I answered.

          "I asked how you feel. Not a physical condition." Cath narrowed her eyes. "I don't even know the story of why you got shot."

          "You're asking me?! I do not know!?" I raised my IV-free hand.

          "The guy who was shot at by you, comes here every day." Cath told. Her voice sounded strange. A voice that indicated she was curious and full of curiosity.  

          "Which guy?" I rolled my eyes. Forcing my brain to grab my memory of the incident that I killed myself. But I didn't find anything. "Then... if he comes, what is he doing?"

          Catherine shrugged.

          "I don't ask a lot of questions. It's because his mother is really annoying while waiting in the waiting room when you have surgery."

          "What do you mean? Was I operated on in the same room?"

          "I don't know. Different rooms maybe but connected, because you guys are operating at the same time." Cath told me while giving me water and helping me sit up.

          The bedroom door opened again. This time slowly. Very slowly, in any case. RAIN's deep voice followed the footsteps of the man who opened the door. Cath was silent so do I. My hand is still holding the glass.

          "Hi." He smiles. He raised one of his hands. Say hello to me. Just say hi to me. He was not saying hello to Cath. Or maybe it was this man that Catherine was referring to. So, every time this guy came to my room, he would say hello to Cath. I just smiled a little. "I got shot here." He opened his shirt halfway and pointed to his chest to the right. This scene is suitable for the set of a woman who is thirsty for a man's caress. The man in front of me opened half his shirt and showed his almost six packs. I could tell Cath was holding her breath. "You finally realized. It has been two days. I'm out today."

          I glanced at Cath meaningfully and thought to myself, why didn't you tell me I was unconscious for two days? I hope Cath knows what I mean and hears my inner voice. If only I could telepathically. Cath replied to me with a frown indicating that she didn't understand what I meant.

          "I know it's awkward. I'm grateful you're awake. I hope we can see you after you get out of the hospital." A tall man, white, with dishevelled hair, looks like RAIN except that his lips are not thick enough, approaching me. Hold my hand. "Get well soon. First of all, I'm sorry to have involved you."   

          During the day,

          ENGAGE ME!?

          When I was busy putting my clothes in the bag, Rangga took care of the administration outside, and police visited me in plain clothes. Imagine how surprised I was. It's as if I'm involved in a drug cartel.

          "Good morning, Mrs. We, from the West Jakarta Police, would like to ask for your statement regarding the shooting on Thursday about four days ago." said one of the policemen with long hair tied in a horse. His face looked tired, but his voice was gentle.

          "With Mrs. Kayshila Citra Keswari? Right?" asked the cop in the white shirt with the words I Will SAVE You on it. His face is firm, and his skin is tan.

          "Yes, me. What should I explain, sir?"

          The white-shirted cop pulled up a chair and sat next to me. He took out the small recorder, which was put on the bed of the ward. I stopped what I was doing, stuffed my clothes into my bag. I tossed my messy hair behind my ear while cursing in my mind for the man I didn't know. The man who appeared when I wanted to kill myself.

          "Hmmm, your relationship with Mr. Laksana Davendra Ihsan?"

          I frowned and shook my head.

          "Excuse me sir. I don't know that name."

          "Mr. Laksana Davendra Ihsan was the one who was shot with you."

          "Oh. But I don't know him." I deny.

          The two policemen looked at each other and continued their questions.

          "Then why were you both shot? You know who shot?"

          "Yeah that's why I should know why I was shot too. After all, I was sitting on the emergency stairs and it cut my pulse. Then suddenly this Ihsan Ihsan appeared. Open the emergency exit on the fifth floor. Then, as I recall, there were also many people behind him." I explained in full while showing them my wrist that was still wrapped in bandages.

          "Well. It's enough. Later, if there are more questions, are you willing to be questioned?" asked the long hair.

          I'm a little angry. At the same time, the bedroom door opened. Rangga entered while carrying the payment document files.

          "Eh, I've prepared the insurance file, I want to pay using insurance but how come someone already paid? Where was I waiting a long time at the cashier." Ranga's steps stopped. He was surprised by the two men in front of him.

          "Rangga, this is a police officer from the West Jakarta Police. Sorry gentlemen. I should be the one asking, why am I being interrogated like this?"

          Ranga was still glued to where he was standing.

          "We don't interrogate. We just asked. Because there are two people who feel wronged. First, Mr. Davendra reported to the police because he was shot by a group of suspected drug dealers and secondly, the leader of this group reported Mr. Davendra for his wife's infidelity and damaging property at the house of the leader of this group." the white-shirted cop said.

          Wait. Let my brain digest this incident.

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