Semua Bab Arthmata (The Saga): Bab 1 - Bab 4

The siren sadly wailed as the ambulance tried making its way through the busy street. It was apparent that each second was as important as the heartbeat of the woman that lay on the stretcher inside it. One of the paramedics frantically kept pumping with his hands on her chest to keep the flow of air into her lungs. The lady had a fatal bruise on her head where fragments of glass had still stuck. Another paramedic was trying to clean wound. The lady was unconscious and this was scary as she could shift from unconsciousness to decease at any time. Her life was hinged to her on a tiny string which was as weak as the spiders web that could break at any time if any more weight was added. The woman had a black skin wasn't oily but still glowed. Her hair was done into the 80's and 90's 'afro' hair style which were thin but glowy and neatly combed. She had a while blouse that was now stained red and dampened with blood. She was in tight blue jeans that were faded on the front

Don rocked to and fro on a chair, his feet  criss-crossed on the desk in front of him. The cursor on the computer's monitor kept blinking in synchrony to the taps of his fingers on the chair's armrest. On the keyboard in front of the computer were sheets of paper stapled together with some prints on them. The prints were not easy to make out from afar save for a huge "F" written and encircled near the top right corner of the sheet that was on top. The phone rung and Don stretched out and grabbed the phone."Hello, Don speaking, who am I speaking to please?" He said, supporting the earpiece to his ear with his shoulder and began swinging around on the chair. It was one thing he subconsciously does every time even if his hands weren't busy. And he began doing that ever since he met Lisa. He was really late on their first date but Lisa came to pick him at his house. He was a call speaking, and Lisa was busy flashing smiles that clearly betrayed her attraction to him. He could