Carve To The Last Fight

Biological Optical Retina

"Satriya, don't forget to visit my apartment when all your work for today is done" An incoming message call from Mr. Joseph.

"Message from whom?" asked Wasto who this time acted as the driver of the vehicle.

"Didn't you already know who my client Wasto was" replied Satriya smiling?

"Surely Mr. Joseph the old boy is brilliant he ..., he ..." Wasto said in reply with a small laugh.

"Wasto, really where is Mrs. Hesty's warehouse located and how many things we have to get out of that place" Satriya shifted the conversation to focus more on work.

"Not too far from here, about five blocks, after the modern fresh market, the location is indeed a warehouse area," Wasto explained in detail.

The vehicle suddenly slowed down, Wasto looked in the rearview mirror when several flashes of the flag lights gave a signal to overtake. Not long after, a convoy of vehicles came before the vehicle they were traveling in. It was clear that the vehicle contained several passengers with one of the attributes of a certain organization that was quite well known.

"Base ...!" Wasto looked a little annoyed with some of the attitudes of the riders who were in the convoy.

"Never mind Wasto, they are just a bunch of human cattle." Satriya tried to restrain Wasto, who looked a little annoyed that their vehicle was forcibly stopped to allow the accompaniment to pass.

"Just pay attention, the crossroads seem to be their own!" wasto continued his speech. However, it looks like a fist looks slightly raised, this makes Satriya a little worried.

Sure enough, Satriya had not yet had time to remind Wasto to take care of everything that could cause such a provocation.

"Hey, are you guys deaf...!?' suddenly there was a loud bang on the body of the vehicle, and several shouts greeted each other.

Of course, this took them both by surprise, moreover, Wasto, who originally only meant to grumble to himself, had to face the consequences and the fact that what Satriya had warned had just been proven. Gestures, even the slightest body language, can trigger a chain reaction, all of which can happen whenever the momentum allows.

Aware of the danger that could be caused, Satriya rushed to open the glass of the vehicle door by raising both hands to apologize for the misunderstanding that had just occurred.

"Sorry sir, we didn't mean to get in the way, our vehicle was having problems while braking so my colleague's hand hit the dashboard" Satriya tried to explain that Wasto's raised hand was an expression of pain and had no other meaning.

"Is that true ...?!" They replied half probing.

Wasto, who now realized his mistake, looked a little intimidated, "That's right, sir, there seems to be a problem in the electrical department" now grimaced in pain and rubbed one of his hands.

Luckily, Satriya's explanation and Wasto's action, who was aware of his actions, managed to defuse the situation. They seemed to continue the procession and left Wasto who looked a little shocked.

Among the two-wheeled motorists in the convoy of vehicles, Satriya's eyes caught a body figure that looked familiar to her, although on average they wore robes that covered their entire bodies and were veiled, "Taufik" in Satriya's heart whispered. Now Satriya understands the form of the arrogance of the man she knows comes from.

**

"Well Satriya, look at the warehouse at the end of the row, that's the location owned by Mrs. Hesti... that person has been waiting for us!" Wasto called out to the man next to him. his hand was seen waving to give a gesture to the woman who was standing in front of the warehouse in question.

"Wasto is it true Mrs. Hesty, her appearance seems to look different?" Satriya tries to convince herself.

"You just ask him yourself, Satriya, quickly remove the equipment from the trunk and immediately do what is our duty" when the vehicle arrived in front of the warehouse, while Satriya opened the trunk to take the equipment Wasto had approached the woman to ask for a list of tasks to be completed.

"Wasto and..., aren't you the one whose name is Satriya?" Mrs. Hesty still seems to recognize Satriya even though she rarely sees her.

"Mrs. Hesty, I almost didn't recognize it, seems to have changed your appearance?" replied Satriya and revealed the woman's appearance.

"He ..., uh ..., yeah that's how it is, as you can see .. " replied the woman with a little flat but seemed polite.

"Mrs. Hesti, it seems that it will take time to transport all the goods and I can't estimate the exact time for this if you will?" Wasto clarified the time needed to transport and clean the warehouse belonging to Mrs. Hesti.

"It's okay Wasto, I have also predicted it," replied the woman. But Satriya caught a sadness in every corner of the woman's eyes.

On the sidelines of cleaning the warehouse and making some calculations of the goods to be transported, occasionally Mrs. Hesty told about her business journey from the beginning, growing to its peak until it had to experience a decline, and must end up as they were seeing.

Satriya understands well what is happening to Mrs. Hesty based on her narrative and this is an iceberg phenomenon that infects everywhere on this earth. This basic thing between knowledge and belief, which is always contradictory, is getting more and more terrible. It's hard to find a way out of this except for the "Awareness" that arises collectively among every human being.

Until finally Mrs. Hesty had to immediately leave them in her warehouse after first leaving the keys to the two of them. Likewise with the two men, not long after all the goods including Wasto invited Satriya to go home to continue the next day with several cars carrying goods.

**

On the way home, Satriya reminded Wasto to stop for a moment to visit Mr. Joseph's Apartment.

"Hopefully it won't be long, you just stay in the car wasto"

"Well, convey my greetings to Mr. Joseph," Wasto said with a smile.

Satriya rushed to the floor where Mr. Joseph was probably waiting for him. His steps quickened a little, Satriya's mind at this time just wanted to quickly rest because she felt her body feel a little tired.

“Hey Satriya, have you finished your work for today?” Mr. Joseph asked.

while as usual, the room changed again, I don't know what the man was doing now, that's what was in Satriya's mind as she came closer.

"It's done Mr. Joseph, is there anything I can help you with this time?"

"I give this to you, a contact lens for healing your eyes, please accept" Mr. Joseph handed over the object after some time ago knowing the condition of Satriya's eyes.

"But Mr. Joseph, both my eyes seem to be fine and not having problems" Satriya tried to refuse.

"Ha .., ha ..., ha ... I'm joking Satriya because you look tired, tomorrow or the day after you put it on can contact me" Mr. Joseph still gave the object.

"Then what else shall I do for you, Mr. Joseph?"

"Nothing ..., for now enough" Satriya replied to questions, then gave a fifty-dollar bill as a tip.

"Thank you, sir, if there is nothing else to do I begged myself to return to my apartment" then hurriedly left Mr. Joseph who returned to continue his work.

Arriving at the vehicle Wasto was seen sleeping soundly beside the driver's seat, apparently asking Satriya to take him home. With a little curiosity, Satriya observed the object given by Mr. Joseph, slowly and unconsciously he wanted to try to wear it and find out what happened.

"Hmm..., it's nothing, it's the same as before wearing the thing," Satriya said to herself, her face turned to the rearview mirror to see her appearance, suddenly the cellphone vibrated indicating an incoming message.

"What are you doing with the contact lens, Satriya, take a rest." It turned out that Mr. Joseph realized that he even knew what Satria was doing with the device and made Satriya rush to release it and then immediately leave the apartment where Mr. Joseph lives.