Carve To The Last Fight

when you are at the wrong time and place

Satriya opened her eyelids, still feeling half-conscious to find that something was stuck to her face and it wasn't the cloth covering she had used to enter a floor in the building but an oxygen mask.

"Thank goodness you are fine sir"

A sound of reprimand was heard from nowhere because he closed his eyes again unconsciously, only his ears could still faintly hear the sound of the ambulance roaring and the movement of his lying place towards somewhere.

**

While still at the scene of the incident, there was a girl who was watching among the crowds of people. Her attention was focused on a man who was in an interview session with the media crew who also covered the events that had just happened.

"So Doctor Budi, does this incident that happened to your co-worker have anything to do with some of the projects he is working on with you?" a reporter looked seriously asked about the relevance of the incident that happened to his colleague.

"I'm not going to answer that, let the law enforcement authorities do things related to this, what I need to clarify now is that it's true that I have an appointment with Doctor Vitto but it's more personal and has nothing to do with our current profession. , for more details, I leave it to my lawyer if you want to ask further " answered Doctor Budi answering the questions of several journalists who seemed to be still around him until finally the person concerned re-entered his vehicle and left the area where the fire had just occurred.

The girl who seemed to be in the crowd was seen starting to separate herself and now entering a four-wheeled vehicle that stopped not far from the location.

"Are your goals as stated in the application Miss?" asked the driver as the girl had just entered.

"It's true, the driver's international airport and can you shorten the travel time to the place, I don't want to miss the departure time," the girl replied slightly instructing the driver who brought her.

"Miss I'm sorry, it's not that I want to interfere in your business, but you look so sad?" The driver of the online application opened the conversation, accidentally when his eyes caught in the rearview mirror of the passenger.

"Ah, it's okay, Mr. driver, I just feel a little touched and happy because I just got a study scholarship," answered the girl briefly.

"Oh, I think it has something to do with the incident that just went viral in the mainstream media, it turned out to be just a coincidence at the same time and location," the driver of the online application corrected his statement again.

"Is there really a viral incident, sir, driver?' I understand that I don't really follow the development of cyberspace," the girl threw the question back at the online driver, even though she felt that she was whipping but still managed to control the situation a little and tried to cover it up.

"Just call my name Nawi miss, regarding the incident that is currently viral, there are indeed many versions circulating, ladies and gentlemen, both among netizens and even among our own online drivers who stated that the incident was not purely an accident or an accident caused by an error from the security system. environment, but rather a crime where the perpetrators are professionals.” This online driver tries to analyze according to what he has witnessed based on opinions from the mainstream media.

"Oh, I see, Mr. Nawi, what about the victims, are they also important people or something?" the girl began to feel calm because there was no excessive suspicion from the driver's attitude.

"I don't know how many people were injured in the fire, but I did hear rumors from a fellow driver who happened to be passing by, heard one or two gunshots before the big explosion, and when firefighters and paramedics arrived after the second explosion. ..?” the driver named Nawi paused for a moment to explain because he had to open the car window to get a card when the vehicle entered the toll gate and then continued.

"Do you know what's strange about that incident, Miss?"

"Strange how do you mean Mr. Nawi I don't understand?" the girl asked again.

"As you know, Miss, that today's society is familiar with the sophistication of technology, and anyone can easily use it and also access several data sources from public and personal devices, even some special applications on mobile devices such as 'Mata Dewa'. , Dog Ears, Dog Nose', and don't forget the existence of 'Lorong Tikus' which can be accessed by any user even though it is not free, but in fact, none of them can get a display that can be used as information about the event. fortify against users such access.

"Or maybe there is something more sophisticated like, 'Two Hands' that can beat the entire application system?" replied the girl, laughing a little because the vehicle she was traveling in began to enter a special passenger lane on an international airline.

"Ah, it's possible, Miss, where is there an application like that?" replied the driver while laughing and then stopped the vehicle right where the passenger dropped off area.

"Thank you, Mr. Nawi, for driving me," said the girl while giving him additional tips for delivering faster, then opened the vehicle door and rushed to the airline platform he was aiming for.

**

"Okay, Mr. Satriya, this inspection report is just a standard procedure that we have to do and if there is additional information needed, we will call you back," said one of the investigators ending his sentence.

"Thank you, Mr. investigator, that's the only information I can convey to you," replied Satriya in response.

"As a thank, you for your participation, one of our officers is ready to take you back to your place of residence, Mr. Satriya" while inviting the young man to leave the examination room towards the courtyard of the police headquarters.

The investigating officer instructed one of his members to escort and escort Satriya into the vehicle which was also used for patrolling. During the return journey, Satriya was involved in a conversation with one of the officers who again asked about the chronology of events in the building.

“Hey Satriya, aren't you tired of always getting yourself into trouble!?” A man who turned out to be Wasto greeted his presence in front of the apartment where he lived.

"Ah, you could Wasto," replied Satriya, smiling, answering the man who was her neighbor.

"Are you okay?' From your appearance, you look a little shabby, you must also not have eaten." Wasto joked a little to Satriya and again invited this man to come with him to the back of the apartment to just look for stomach fillers.

"You are a quite reliable mind reader Wasto, we just pack it up and eat inside, I don't want to make the buyers' appetites disappear because they smell bad from me" Satriya returned to reply to the joke and the two were seen walking hand in hand interspersed with laughter.

"Okay Satriya, what bad luck did you experience last night and this is the last time I want to listen to it" with a little joke Wasto asked him to tell in detail some of the events that happened to him.

"Wasto, it's not like you already know that bad luck is my middle name, so you should give special appreciation to me and it's not you who feel the benefits if you have to come back with me to collect used goods" Satriya didn't want to lose the debate. Then this man told several experiences which he thought were very strange, he deliberately did not disclose this to the authorities, on the other hand, if this information was included in the minutes of the examination, it was certain that it would be in vain because there was no strong enough evidence to prove it. support his statement.

"Hmm, but is the person you saw the real Satriya?" Wasto tried to analyze for himself based on the story of the man in front of him.

"One hundred percent quite sure Wasto," answered Satriya briefly.

"That's true, and there is one more addition in my opinion which is more than just an oddity," Wasto added.

"Is that thing Wasto?" slightly confused by this man's last statement.

"With such a great event also based on what you have experienced, have you ever thought if your body does not have the slightest scars or injuries, remember Satriya luck has a date every year and we are among those who don't believe it," said this man named Wasto explains.

The last words made Satria no longer able to speak, and indeed, for Satria himself also really felt that there was something wrong with him if Wasto didn't say it, maybe he didn't think about it and quickly forgot about it.

"So now Satriya, how about your new job?" suddenly a question came back from Wasto which made him a little surprised, and woke up again from his daydream.

"Hmm...