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Tabrakan Maut di Jalan Eks Andalas, Seorang Mahasiswa Meregang Nyawa

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Berikut Hasil Investigasi KNKT Kecelakaan Maut Bus Wisata di Bantul

Berikut Hasil Investigasi KNKT Kecelakaan Maut Bus Wisata di Bantul

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LCB-3: Chapter 4

Shorter one than the last ones, but important all the same.

Major spoilers for Jekyll's story.

Masterpost

Chapter 3 <---> Chapter 5

~o0o~

Despite Dante’s protests, Maut insisted that someone ought to walk him back to the Limbus Company bus. Othello offered to do so, as he did not wish to take out his sour actions towards Mark just at that moment. Despite the former soldier leaving, the tensions did not ease. 

The group was silent, discounting their heavy footsteps echoing across the abandoned halls. No one said anything for the first couple of hours; it felt like the stairs to the first floor were never-ending. Water droplets fell onto the metal floor, adding to the hollow void of darkness the party was slowly entering into. 

Jekyll’s head started to spin. She slowed, gagging to herself and out of sight. Her head pounded like a drum, and her eyes began to burn. Great… the after-effects of split shards. 

She didn’t hear anything from Hyde, telling her that her opposite was still busy looking into the mirror worlds. She wondered if they would ever find another version of themselves and not useless shadows of dead bodies. 

Her head started to pound further, and she clenched her head, swaying from side to side. Her footsteps became more like stumbles, and she had to lean onto a close wall when the group stopped to stay upright. She clenched her neck, trying to catch her breath. Why did I ever invent such a sensation? 

“Right, this is the first time we are all down here in a Lobotomy Corporation Facility,” Dante ticked as he turned around, the fire on his head being the main light source within the room. “At least, for you new recruits. We should watch out for something that wishes to behead us.” 

“As long as we are visual, we should be fine,” Pen rested the end of his spear on the ground, tapping it and listening to the echoes it caused. 

Dante’s head only lit the rusted technological door behind him. His hand rested on the edge of it, waiting to push it open. The fire above his head lit up a text difficult to read, overrun by rust and moss. Nevertheless, Jekyll could see it said something along the lines of ‘Department.’ But… which one?

“Shall we head inside?” Dante asked the group, his voice weary and wavering. 

It was hard to see, but everyone gave subtle nods. 

The entryway was narrow, causing everyone to form a line. Upon seeing Mark eagerly placing himself in front, Jekyll forced herself to stick to the back of the line. The last thing she wanted was to be around him, especially after the effects had kicked in. Please just be over already… She cried in despair. Stupid… stupid drug… She figured it hurt more than usual because she was in a rush to use it, in fear of Mark’s words. Jekyll also couldn’t recall she was the one to deal with the after-effects, as Hyde was always fronting when it was over. She glanced down at the moonstones on her fingers glowing slightly. She sighed, a tinge of resentment attached to her toward Mark. He just had to force her to switch back and forth as if it wasn’t a big deal. It’s not like he cared about the consequences of it, and Jekyll was the one paying for it. 

More light entered the atmosphere the moment Dante pushed the door open. It took a bit for Jekyll’s eyes to adjust, lest with her head spinning. 

The environment was nothing short of abandoned. Many TVs were scattered across the walls, hanging by a single chord and shattered into pieces. Holographs glitched in and out on the floor, summoning random sparks each time they received a surge of power. Chairs and tables were broken apart and scattered across the room into the corners as if a giant had pushed them away in one swipe. Lights flickered in and out overhead as if someone had tried to use them for the first time in years and they exploded from impact. Human feet could not survive this room without being slashed by the various materials on the floor. 

That was not what Jekyll had her hazy attention upon, however. Jekyll couldn’t take her eyes off the various corpses that littered the room. Some had brown uniforms, their heads cut completely clean from their body and missing. Some reminisced about the demon syndicates they fought earlier, and others were unrecognizable from the green mold covering their bodies, revealing a horrendous stench. Their bodies looked frozen in time as if they were in an undead state. 

Jekyll glanced towards the headless bodies, admiring how clean a cut was made across their necks. Perhaps I should collect some blood for Hyde… Maybe she will thank me and stop bothering me for a bit if I do so. 

To her surprise and to further her dismay, there was an unusual lack of blood on the floor. There wasn’t even any salvageable blood pouring out from the victim’s neck. Jekyll never fancied touching dead bodies like Hyde and decided against any further collection of painting supplies. 

The stench only made her head spin more, anyway. 

Mallo walked across the room with grace, almost gliding over the floors with familiarity. She barely gave any attention to the dead bodies on the floor, giving them a look of disappointment and a dagger stare of patheticness. 

Pen, on the other hand, took great interest in the corpses, studying them carefully. He glanced at the green mold ones before studying the clean cut across the beheaded ones. “Why would a beast do this?” 

Upon hearing the question, Mallo finally gave the corpses some time of her day. “It’s much worse than a beast.” 

Pen mutters something under his breath, turning toward the next corpse. 

“It’s a completely clean cut,” Mallo bent down next to one of the beheaded corpses. She observed it with curiosity, not as to what did the damage… rather who. 

“Hopefully we will be fighting humans, due to the damage,” Lenore commented, investigating the wall for any type of trail or tracks left behind. 

Jekyll laughed to herself. Do you think humans can do this clean of a job? Never in my life have I seen something so perfectly done. Her head spun as fragments of the split-shard drug entered her vision. She paused for a moment, sighing. I sound like Hyde… 

“Wouldn’t count on it,” Mallo confirmed Jekyll’s thoughts. 

Pen glanced up from his observations. “Are distortions humans?” He asked out of the blue. 

“I think… they used to be,” Lenore replied. 

Mallo nodded in agreement. 

“I see,” Pen did not seem shocked by this information. “Good to know.” 

“What one hell of a hole,” Mark scoffed, drawing attention to himself as he rummaged through the pockets of the dead. 

What little remorse you have for life, Mark. Jekyll sighed. 

“The hell? Why is he carrying this?” Mark took his hand out of the beheaded corpse’s pocket, holding out a playing card: two of hearts.

“A card?” Pen asked. 

“I went through his pockets, I mean might as well take what they have, if it’s not useless,” he cursed under his breath. “They are surprisingly clean for being dead, and I found this.” 

Jekyll could only hear the sinners scrummaging through the pockets of the dead as shards covered her vision once more. Ngh… two more, and then it should be over. 

“I found a three of hearts,” Lenore walked over and handed it to Mark, who found another card. 

Mallo didn’t search hard enough to find a card, nor did she care to put effort into it. Her attention seemed to be divided. 

“Four of hearts on this one…” Mark continued, taking an odd form of leadership with this case. “Something tells me that each body might be marked by a card… It’s like the spade syndicate…” 

“I’m sure the spades use spade cards,” Lenore confirmed with a smile.

Mark ignored her. “I don’t expect the life insurance that hired us to have these cards… maybe the lone shark syndicate.” He started to loot the body Mallo didn’t give much effort into. 

There’s a sudden look of horror that captures Mallo’s expression. “Did they keep it here?” Her breath hitched as she muttered. She looked around the room in a type of panic Jekyll had never seen before. 

By the time Jekyll’s vision cleared to see things properly, she couldn’t believe what she saw first. Pen had knelt and grabbed one of the green-mold corpses’ hands. He jumps back in surprise as if something had reached to grab him, startled. “It’s not dead–” he cut himself off, tilting his head to the side. There was an odd pause before he spoke again. “Interesting.”

Mallo made her way up to one of the computers, pressing a few buttons and grunting in frustration when they didn’t work. She turned toward the party in a panic. “Is anyone good at engineering?” 

Jatayu raises his hand among the shaking heads. 

“I need help activating this,” Mallo points toward the computer that seemed to be the least broken. 

Pen stepped forward and assisted Mallo. Jekyll wondered why Jatayu hadn’t after he raised his hand, but she failed to catch his expression as another mirror shard covered her vision. The sensation was one of pure bliss followed by a sharp pain in her head. She clenched her head, taking her monocle off and rubbing her red eye, tears streaming from it. Jekyll’s environment changed around her, and she was face to face with someone she recognized… and someone she knew too well. 

She saw a person akin to her face in a dark navy suit with red markings. She held a large gun and wore her hair down to her shoulders. The red markings spelled the word ‘Limbus Company’ across her vest, and she was staring right back at Jekyll. 

Is that… me? 

“Jekyll? Are you alright?” She could hear Dante calling to her. 

Jekyll couldn’t see Dante, but the moment he started talking, the vision began to fade as reality returned. “Mm… give me a moment–” she tried to keep the vision going, reaching out to the different version of her.

Her efforts were in vain. The different version of herself faded from view, and the final slashing pain from the drug slit Jekyll’s head. She clenched it, shedding silver tears as the drug’s effect finally came to an end. 

Ugh… Jekyll heard Hyde come back into focus. That round was horrible. 

Despite being conflicted upon Hyde’s return, she couldn’t help herself as she checked up on her. You okay? 

The drug isn’t always that bad… Hyde stumbled upon her words as if she was still groggy. I didn’t see anything new, though. 

I saw… me. Jekyll sighed. 

Oh? 

“Finally, something hella useful,” Mark’s scoff cut Jekyll off. She glanced toward him, finding him in the other room looting more bodies. Ahn fell from his hand into his pouch. He continued to loot every single one, pulling out more cards and more ahn. Jekyll watched as he tried to break off one of the demon syndicate corpses’ arms for its weapon, using his pipe to break its shoulder. However, the arm didn’t come off despite his efforts. Frustrated, he kicked it in the face and walked out of sight. 

“What happened to you?” Pen’s trembling voice forced Jekyll’s attention back to him. He grabbed the hand of the corpse again and started talking to it. His face was covered in an uncomfortable emotion, and he closed his eyes. “And what do you want, my friend? Hmm… how can I do that…?” He followed his mutterings by taking his spear and stabbing the corpse in the face. The body limped and crumbled under the wound, dying on the spot as if it wasn’t dead already. Pen opened his eyes as he looked at the corpse. 

Pff, some hallucination he’s going through. Hyde rolled her eyes. 

Jekyll was tired of her commentary. You’re a hallucination. 

Hyde laughed sarcastically. How low of you. 

“I don’t know how I can help you friend,” Pen continued talking to the dead body, letting go of its hand. “Rest well, I will bring you vengence.” 

This child is insane. 

Jekyll couldn’t help but agree with Hyde. 

Patterns of computer noises filled the silence following; Jekyll turned her gaze towards Lenore and Mallo searching through the computer files. Well… more Mallo frantically going from screen to screen and Lenore reading what she could. In fact, she was going through various screens of the computer so quickly and so efficiently that it made Jekyll inclined to believe she had experience within the Lobotomy Corporation facilities. Only an expert can go through information like that… 

Mallo stopped on one screen, reading through it quickly. She stared intensely as her eyes widened in fear. She backed up from the screen, her hands raised in front of her chest as if they were frozen in their typing position. Jekyll could’ve sworn she saw her break a panicked sweat before she stormed over to Dante in a hurry. “Dante, I found something.” 

Dante turned to face her after staring at Jekyll for a long time. “What’s up?” 

“Follow me,” Mallo demanded more than asked Dante before immediately walking over to the computer, expecting Dante to follow. 

And follow he did. His head tilted from curiosity more than concern, and Dante didn’t seem to take into account the stressed state Mallo was thrown into. Nevertheless, he looked at the computer and started to read. 

“I found the culprit,” Mallo continued. “Something tells me you can’t come back from being decapitated, Dante?” 

“I’d… rather not think that would happen to me…” Dante grasped his hands with one another, his ticking slowed as he read. 

“Can you bring us back from it?” Lenore swayed her glaive back and forth, almost in a sense of boredom. 

“I think so,” Dante finished the reading. “This is definitely we should keep our eye out for.” 

“You need to stick behind us,” Mallo suggested. 

“Right… assuming nothing bad happens, it would be best to stick together.” 

Mallo took Dante’s words to heart and started counting the people in the room. She paused, counting everyone again. “Jekyll, Lenore, Jatayu, me, Dante, Pen…” she paused. “Where’s Mark?” 

“Oh whew,” Lenore smiled. “We are not missing anyone important.” 

Mallo was unconvinced. Her hands were trembling with shock. She bolted to the right in a panic, her breath hitched and caught within her lungs. 

Idiot, Hyde sighed. Mark literally went the other way. We watched him go left and rob everyone. 

Oh crap- Jekyll started running after Mallo into the next room before she thought about it. “Mallo!” 

By the time Jekyll called out to Mallo again near the end of the other room, she was out of breath and so was Mallo. The room was the same as the last; it consisted of broken computers, glitched holographics, various corpses, and a horrendous smell from the destruction. The room was yellow and purple, which were odd colors that Jekyll had never seen in a building before. 

To Jekyll’s surprise, Mallo did not have any cigarette in her hand, or any lit nearby. She looked around in a panic, searching for any sign of someone coming through this way. 

Jekyll collected her breaths before she rested a hand on Mallo’s shoulder. “Mallo…” she wheezed, tired from running after her. 

“Idiot’s gonna get himself killed…” Mallo muttered to herself as she turned toward Jekyll.

Jekyll could feel Hyde getting stronger. Huh, so despite the hatred you still care about the moron’s safety… Isn’t that interesting? 

“He’s over here!” Jekyll heard Lenore faintly shout in the other room, where she saw them go. 

“I don’t have time for this, Jekyll!” Mallo snapped, fury blazing in her pupils. “Spit it out!” 

“Uh-uhm, they are over there,” Jekyll stammered, surprised by Mallo’s reaction. “I heard Lenore… Mark went left…” 

She didn’t seem convinced. Mallo glanced towards the door continuing down the hall and back at the way she came. 

Remind her two brain cells that we need to stick with the party, Hyde snapped. 

Oh. “W-W-We should stick with the party, because o-of the decapitating thing… on the loose…” Jekyll sighed, staring into Mallo’s soul. 

There wasn’t another moment in between Jekyll ending the sentence and Mallo grabbing Jekyll by her wrist before sprinting back the way she came. Mallo’s hair brushed in the way of Jekyll’s sight, causing her to stumble and have difficulty finding her footing. However, she was able to keep up with the woman as her grip only tightened on Jekyll’s wrists the moment she even fell an inch behind the speed Mallo ran. 

Hyde was not happy. Jekyll, get out of her grip! She doesn’t need to drag you around like this!

Everything Jekyll was seeing was a blur. It-It’s fine! She knows what’s best right now… I should follow her lead. 

Her ‘lead’ is her walking all over you! You know what happens when you allow this, Hyde hissed. This is the third time you’ve been dragged around today. I’m tired of you just letting it happen. 

A wave of guilt washed over Jekyll as she finally found her footing and kept up with Mallo in an equal sprint. Well, you’re not the one in control. I will decide if I wish to be dragged or not. 

Jekyll was immediately filled with a sense of dread as Hyde spoke. Then I shall kill her like I killed the others that walked over you. 

Mallo and Jekyll ran past Dante with heavy footsteps echoing across the metal floors. They ran across looted bodies and corpses before they burst the door open into another room, where combat had ensued. 

Lenore, Jatayu, Pen, and Mark had taken care of the battle in the majority. Mark was dancing with maracas over a staggered demon syndicate, not having a care in the world in his current ID. 

Jekyll didn’t have time to laugh at how silly Mark looked before Lenore, also in another ID, stabbed the staggered enemy through the face, killing it on the spot. Her glaive had turned into a rapier, and the quick flick of her wrist sliced the man in two from the head down. The pathetic man with blonde hair crumbled to the floor. 

Mallo finally let go of Jekyll’s wrist, to Hyde’s approval. Jekyll brushed her now unkept hair out of her face, almost disappointed that this room was the same as the last. She took her brush and brushed it with her fingers, trying to untangle it from the winds that messed its sharp edges up. 

“Everything okay?” Dante’s ticks started to get louder alongside his footsteps. 

Mallo immediately grabbed the door handle. “Enemies, stay out.” She shut the door in his face. 

Jekyll couldn’t understand what Dante said once the door was closed. 

Pen slammed the edge of his spear on the ground, lighting up the room. The light seemed to linger around Mark and Jatayu, who immediately took action as the light lasted. 

Mark twirled in the air with his maracas and handed countless blows to the living demon syndicate, double-staggering it. His hat only moved an inch despite his quick movements. 

Jatayu didn’t hesitate to run his tanfas through the demon syndicate’s skull, beating it over and over again. Despite the clear signs it was dead, Jatayu continued to beat the corpse until it was nothing more than a pile of rubble. 

As soon as Jekyll had entered combat, it had ended. Mallo stepped out of the doorway and lit a cig, calming her down immediately. However, the smoke and dopamine from the cigarette didn’t ease the daggers that dove into Mark’s soul as she stared at him. 

Mark’s ID faded back to his usual self as he scoffed. “Hell do you need, loser?” 

“You’re an idiot,” Mallo hissed, her fingers pinching the cigarette in fury. “You could’ve gotten yourself killed.” 

“We can’t really die with Dante around, pansy,” Mark mocked. “It doesn’t really matter.” When Mallo’s glare did not let up, somehow Mark took that as a sign to continue blabbering. “I can handle myself,” he rested his pipe on the floor. “I’m not as incompetent as you all.” 

“He has a point,” Pen added. 

Jekyll turned toward Pen, shocked. Is he agreeing with Mark? 

Hyde seemed pleased. The kid has a spine after all. 

Mallo also glanced at Pen in confusion. “Huh? You… you can’t be serious about supporting him,” she glared back at Mark. 

“If we die, Dante brings us back,” Pen explained. 

“It causes our manager pain to bring us back,” Lenore stepped in, also turning back into her base ID. “It’s best and quite strategic if we don’t die.” 

“Unlike you two,” Mallo gestured to Mark and Pen. “I know what’s in here, I know what kind of beasts are kept here. There are some things Dante can not bring you back from, and the situation that we are about to face could be one of them!” 

“That’s a might,” Mark shrugged. “It doesn’t matter, just drop the dang subject and get out of here. These nitwits that we are actually facing are incompetent, and the threat you propose will be too.” 

“You haven’t seen what I seen,” an odd sincerity filled Mallo’s voice as she walked up to Mark. “You don’t know what you’re talking about.” 

“Look, if you got monsters under your bed to talk about, Dante’s over there,” Mark hissed before turning his heel and walking into the next room. 

As Jatayu opened the door to let Dante in, Pen followed Mark into the next room, closing the door behind them. 

“Two enemies have been dispatched, Dante,” Lenore started to report the events. “The others are heading further into the facility…” She paused, heaving a sigh. “I’m not sure why they are going on ahead. It would be best to stay together.” 

“Don’t worry I’m sure you guys can catch up to them,” Dante reassured, adjusting his gloves. “I can’t, but that’s probably for the better.” 

“I don’t understand,” Lenore continued, leaning on her glaive with a forced neutral expression. “We are supposed to protect you, Dante. Yet, they keep wandering away from you, minimizing our chances at that.” 

“I mean…” Dante shrugged. “If they are out there killing the threats, it means the threats can’t get to me.” 

“Our ability to defend you is negated when they dwindle out numbers, lowering our chances,” Lenore didn’t seem to take the situation as lightly as Dante did. However, Dante’s opinions seemed to have formed from experience… 

Experience of being left behind? How cruel. Jekyll frowned, looking at the ground.

Yeah no wonder the other teams got fired, Hyde sighed. They can’t do their job. 

Yeah… but–

Jekyll. Hyde rubbed her head in annoyance. If you really think this company can offer you our greatest desire, do not get fired like the former employees. Protect Dante, I guess…

Jekyll flattened her face. Yeah, protect him from you. 

I threatened his life once, take a chill pill. 

You imagined his head on a stick!

Okay, but I’m not actually gonna do that, alright? Hyde laughed at the thought. Our lives are tied to him, anyway. 

But you made it clear…

Look, Hyde shrugged. You gotta assert dominance to make sure people can’t mess with you, and stick to your word. But there’s a beauty in well-painted lies as well. 

You’re sick. 

And you’re the one trying to get rid of me with this contract. 

Jekyll sighed, gripping her paintbrush and leaning on it, glancing toward the ground. It’ll be better for both of us…

Hell yeah, it will, Hyde snapped. You’re incompetent, and a fool. If it weren’t for me, you’d be dead. 

If it weren’t for you, our mother would still be alive. 

Jekyll’s brain was silent before Hyde cursed and shut her mouth. Jekyll immediately regretted her words, but there was nothing she could do about it. 

The truth was always what hurt the most.

“You okay?” Dante walked up to Mallo, the flames on his head sparking endlessly. 

Mallo was lost in thought staring right at Dante, her hand at the edge of her mouth. She shook her head and looked away as he approached. “I’m fine.” 

“You don’t look fine,” Dante pressed. “Something bothering you?” 

“I said I was fine,” Mallo raised her voice, snapping. 

“If you say so,” Dante returned with a gentle tone. “If you do need anything, I got you.” 

Mallo rolled her eyes. “I’ll keep that in mind.” 

Dante did not pick up on the sarcastic tone as he turned toward Jekyll. “How are you, Jekyll?” 

Jekyll glanced up from the floor. Oh crap, think of something to say uh– “Is there… really some stuff you can’t bring us back from?” 

Hyde snapped her attention back to what was going on. What kind of dumb question is that? We’ve already covered this–

“There’s been a few things that are risky, and it’s not impossible…” Dante explained, “It’s not something I would like to test. I-If it helps at all, I haven’t lost a sinner yet to death. I’ve only lost them through contract termination…” 

Sounds like a bunch of boring history I don’t want to hear, Hyde groaned. 

Jekyll fought for control as Hyde steered their body through the next door, closing it behind them. She sighed as her eyes adjusted to the darker room.

Up ahead were some enemies talking with a peculiar purple and black droid, who talked in a robotic high-pitched voice. It was too far away to hear what was said between them, but it was clear the syndicate members were ranked under the robotic presence. 

Mark and Pen were sitting down behind a wall, talking quietly amongst themselves as they observed an object. 

Jekyll sighed, realizing she had walked in where enemies could spot her. She tiptoed over to her comrades, sitting on the other side of Mark. 

“...a second-grade workshop,” Pen finished the sentence. 

“You’re spending so much on this lavish device,” Mark huffed. “Aren’t you afraid of it getting mugged?”

“I’m not worried,” Pen makes himself smaller than he already is. “The unregistered biometric thing handles it… I don’t know, but it does make people think twice.” 

What the hell are they on about? Hyde pressed, wishing to look closer. 

“Are we considered unregistered biometrics to this… thing?” Mark rotates the object in his hands, a soft, observing expression on his face. 

“You can probably hold it for about ten minutes before it starts acting out.” 

Mark shrugged, adjusting his facial composure. “I’m not keen on testing it, seeing how well we are going through this hellhole,” he gestured to the enemies up ahead. 

It’s nice to know that Mark can actually get along with people, Jekyll shrugged to herself. 

Pff, dude could get along with everyone back then, he could sweet talk you to death and everyone would love him, Hyde explained. His trip to prison probably changed that. 

Although Jekyll wished to recall what Hyde was talking about, she was more curious about the object Mark was holding. “What is it?” She asked, making her presence known. 

Mark didn’t seem startled by her suddenly showing up, and he didn’t say anything about it either. He just looked in her direction with a neutral expression, which was more preferable than the usual scowl to Jekyll. 

As Jekyll looked at the object, she saw it was a spherical object. A bunch of pieces orbited it like a solar system, the pieces tied by an invisible force. It glowed light blue and the pieces retracted and reconfigured from the object endlessly.

“It’s a modified A.M.F. matrix, U Corps singularity I believe,” Pen explained, taking the object. “It has an X Corp alloy, too.”

“It's expensive and unordinary in production,” Mark added. “Pen, you should patent this.” 

“It is already patented, I just modified it,” Pen answered, grabbing his spear and standing up. 

Jekyll followed his gaze to see the rest of the party finally walk into the darker room, alerting the enemies within the facility. 

“That drone is something to be cautious of,” Lenore said out loud. “It would be best to try and communicate to it, exchanging information.” 

Jekyll followed Mark as he stood and walked over to rob another corpse he found before changing her path toward the rest of the party. 

“That thing leads to things that can kill us,” Mark objected, glaring at Lenore. “It would be best to destroy it.” 

Mallo glared, which somehow shut him up. 

Lenore didn’t take his opinion into account. She simply walked up to the purple and black drone, ignoring the syndicates beside it. 

The drone stopped its mumbling and turned toward Lenore, its voice squealing in robotic delight. “Ooooh! What brings you all here?” The drone swayed back and forth, scanning everyone in the room. 

“I am here on behalf of the executive manager via Limbus Company,” Lenore started formally. “We were hired to investigate the facility under the law; I am obligated to ask why you are here.” 

“We are here to hunt,” Pen added, tapping his spear on the ground. 

The robot zoomed toward Lenore, getting in her face and leaving no room between them as the purple eye dotted back and forth. It did the same thing with Pen. “You two are not part of the syndicate~,” it said with glee. “Nor is the rest of your party… Enlighten me on your manager.” 

Dante had barely made it through the door, but he took no steps to approach the robot as they continued to chat. 

“I think that goes beyond our expectation and free information exchange,” Lenore snapped the robot’s attention back to her. “You–” 

“Hey,” Mallo resting a hand on Jekyll’s shoulder tore her focus off of what was happening. 

Jekyll sighed in relief and smiled slightly at her. “Hey, are you okay?” 

“Yeah…” Mallo sighed, an odd expression on her face. “You good? I’m sorry I dragged you around so much.” 

…Huh. 

Not now, Jekyll silenced Hyde and observed Mallo’s gloomy expression, which was very uncharacteristic of her. She tried to reassure her. “O-Oh! It’s okay haha,” she laughed nervously. “It’s the third time it’s happened today, I don’t mind… I guess I should get used to it,” she gently nudged Mallo on the shoulder, forcing a smile. 

Mallo nodded in response, pulling out a cig and lighting it for Jekyll. She stood awkwardly before she frowned and walked towards the enemies. 

Jekyll took the cigarette and watched it burn in her hands before inhaling some of it, coughing at the taste. However, it seemed to ease her nerves and not be so anxious about her interaction with Mallo. However, the thought wouldn’t leave her mind. Hyde? 

What do you want? 

Please… Jekyll found herself begging. Please don’t kill Mallo… She’s…

What? Taking advantage of you? 

She’s like mom. 

Hyde stopped, sighing. Jekyll could feel Hyde trying to peer through the other eye, and reluctantly, she took off the monocle to let Hyde have a look. 

How the hell is she like Mom? 

She is looking out for us… Jekyll stared at the cigarette in her hands. She’s making sure we are okay. Tell me, when was the last time someone did that for us? 

People did it for you all the time, idiot. 

But she knows about you, and yet still cares… Jekyll took one last inhale of the cigarette, covering up her left eye once more. Like mom did. 

Jekyll knew Hyde was conflicted; she felt her urge to tear everything apart that came near her, and the regret of her actions prior to Limbus Company. She cursed and threw imaginative things around. Fine! Fine… If she is as kind to me as she is to you, then I shall spare her. 

Jekyll sighed in relief. Thank you. 

I am not guaranteeing anything, Jekyll. 

There was a loud smash; Jekyll whipped her head up to see the aftermath of Jatayu swinging his tanfa across the drone’s head. His face was filled with rage as if the drone had offended him. 

The robot lit up, spinning in circles as it laughed chaotically. “Ohh! A feisty one! I can’t wait to study you all!” It mocked. 

Hey, she laughs like you, Jekyll scoffed. 

Excuse me, my laugh is so much better than that–

Mallo also seemed pissed off, whacking the robot with her stave as if it was a hammer. 

Lenore immediately followed, piercing it right in the eye. 

A strange gas started to pour out from the vent of the robot; it was dark and cold. The black smoke built up inside it, making a slow hissing noise as the sinners continued to attack it. 

I know gases like those… Jekyll’s heart was thrown into a state of panic. Something horrible is about to happen… it’s going to kill us if we stay in here!

Hyde took a moment to observe the situation. Well sh–

Dante! I need to grab Dante! Jekyll ran towards the manager and grabbed his arm, dragging him out of the room. “Out of the way, Dante!” She cried. “Get into the other room!” 

Wha–” Dante resisted in confusion, not understanding what was happening.

This son of a mother– Hyde forced her way to the front, using her strength and techniques to successfully pull Dante out of the room, with Jekyll slamming the door behind her. “Get out of the way, Dante!” Jekyll couldn’t tell if it was her or Hyde speaking. “Get into the other room!” 

The manager seemed to have grasped the severity of the situation and obeyed, running to the edge of the room Jekyll was in. 

The moment Jekyll made sure the door was closed was the moment she heard a loud hissing sound before a minor explosion. Through the cracks of the door and holes in the wall, a black mist surrounded Jekyll, disrupting her sight. Jekyll gasped for air as she glanced around, unable to see anything as the black mist blinded everything in sight. She panicked, removing her monocle to hopefully see better. She could only see two feet in front of her and she felt her sanity drop. 

Jekyll started to feel sick in her chest as she glanced around, unable to keep Hyde from having some control over her anxiety. What is happening? Dante? 

Dante has disappeared from sight. 

Jekyll frantically searched around, turning around in circles. She had lost the manager she was trying to protect. “Dante?!”

[oldlibrariesbookishgirls]

Kal subah 8 baje bus k dhakke khakar uss chutia college me jaana hai.

Maut aa rahi hai fr us manhoos jagah jaane.

@hopelittledreamer

[abidahsy]

November: 3 Alasan Utama yang Perlu Diingat

November baru masuk setengahnya, tapi energiku sudah mau habis saja. Entah mengapa lelah sekali November kali ini, mungkin karena lebih banyak hal yang dipikirkan, hati penuh dengan pengharapan, dan badan beberapa kali diajak berdamai dengan limitasi baru.

Sepanjang Oktober hingga pekan ini, segenap weekend terisi kegiatan di luar rumah. Aku yang biasanya hanya menghabiskan waktu tidur-tiduran atau berleha-leha di rumah, tentu butuh penyesuaian. Belum lagi season baru di pekerjaan yang cukup menantang dan tentunya proses mencari yang ke-12 yang masih terus berlanjut.

Update-nya, aku masih akan menunggu kabar atas keputusan di akhir November saat AMZT sudah kembali ke negaranya dan bisa lebih leluasa berdiskusi dengan keluarga. Jujur saja, mungkin aspek ini yang paling banyak menguras energiku satu bulan terakhir terhitung sejak 12 Oktober lalu.

Aku bahkan sudah beberapa kali mencoba untuk mundur, merasa kurang layak, butuh waktu lebih untuk memantaskan diri dan lain sebagainya. Sampai sesenggukan aku dibuatnya karena terlalu banyak ketakutan dan kekhawatiran yang muncul. Meski aku juga sadar bahwa semuanya hanya ada dalam kepalaku. Ketakutan itu bukanlah realitanya.

Saat aku bilang aku takut menikah karena merasa tidak cukup layak menjadi istri atau ibu yang baik, dia menjawab bahwa ketakutan itu lumrah, terlebih harus menyatukan dua kepala dengan budaya dan negara yang berbeda. Tetapi mundur dan memilih untuk tidak menikah karena alasan itu, bukanlah hal yang tepat. Saat seorang hamba ingin melakukan hal baik yang Allah suka, tentu saja setan tidak akan tinggal diam, mereka akan terus menggoda hingga seorang hamba itu mengikutinya.

Aku berlindung kepada Allah dari bisikan setan yang terkutuk, dari golongan jin dan manusia.

Aku kira perasaan takut dan khawatir itu selesai sampai di situ.

Nyatanya, beberapa hari setelahnya aku kembali kalut dengan penyebab yang berbeda. Kali ini, ibuk yang berbicara, mendengarkanku yang sibuk bercerita sambil menangis, lalu memberikan nasihat.

"Apapun yang terjadi nanti, yang penting niatnya diluruskan terus, liLlahita'ala. Sehingga jadi atau tidak jadi, hati akan terus lapang dan percaya bahwa itu ketetapan terbaik dari Allah. Pun, kalau takdirnya disatukan (jadi), namun dihadapkan dengan banyak persoalan hidup setelahnya, itu sudah satu paket dengan kebaikan atas ketetapan Allah itu sendiri. Kan memilihnya dengan nama Allah."

"Tapi kalau aku gagal melalui ujiannya dan malah terus-menerus berpikir atau menyesal (telah memilih untuk) menikah, bagaimana?"

"Menikah itu tidak selamanya buruk, banyak sisi baik dan bahagianya, dan satu hal yang pasti itu adalah kebaikan yang Allah sukai. Kalau mau hidup sendiri juga tidak masalah, tapi mau sampai kapan? Setiap duka dan kesulitan itu ada masanya, gak akan selamanya. Begitu juga dengan bahagia. Jadi, yang penting kita mau terus berusaha menjadi sebaik-baik hamba. Kalau menurut Bu Uyun (guru SMA-ku dulu yang sering diskusi sama ibuk), Abidah itu orangnya tangguh, jadi anggap saja pernikahan itu sebagai medan 'jihad' yang sesungguhnya."

Aku terdiam. Jika pernikahan adalah 'jihad' atau perjuangan, mundur dari jihad adalah salah satu kebiasaan orang munafik. Dan aku sangat benci sifat munafik. Bagaimana mungkin aku rela membiarkan sifat itu ada dalam diriku?

Tapi perasaan kalut masih tersisa sebagian. Lantas aku melanjutkan pertanyaan.

"Sebenarnya pernikahan itu ujungnya apa sih, Buk? Aku selalu bingung saat mendoakannya. Misalnya, kalau berdoa tentang sekolah kan (sudah) jelas, aku minta bantuan Allah agar bisa lulus dengan baik. Soal pekerjaan, aku bisa minta ke Allah agar dibantu menyelesaikannya dengan hasil yang memuaskan. Tapi kalau pernikahan, apakah penghujungnya hanya maut?"

"Keberkahan pernikahan yang sebenarnya itu malah tidak berhenti sampai maut saja, tetapi hingga berkumpul lagi di surga-Nya. Salah satu tujuan menikah adalah lulus dalam menghadapi ujian dan cobaan hidup, tapi lebih dari itu, menikah berarti bertahan (dengan sabar dan syukur) membersamainya sampai surga. Lagipula, Da (ini cara ibuk memanggilku secara lebih dekat), sejauh usia manusia saat ini, mungkin kita tidak perlu 100 tahun untuk membuktikan cinta pada Allah lewat jihad bernama pernikahan. Tidak seperti usia Nabi Nuh yang sampai hampir 1000 tahun."

Aku kembali terdiam. Kalau dicerna ulang, aku sebenarnya sedang menangisi suatu hal yang belum tentu terjadi, pun jika itu terjadi, tentu atas izin Allah dan tidak akan selamanya. Kalau aku memilih mundur, tandanya aku mengabaikan kesempatan meraih balasan kehidupan akhirat yang jauh lebih baik dan lebih kekal.

Dari obrolan dengan AMZT dan ibuk, aku mulai kembali membangun tekad dalam hati bahwa 3 alasan utama menikah versiku adalah:

1. Menjalankan hal yang Allah suka, memilih yang halal dan meninggalkan yang haram. Menikah memang tidak mudah, tapi aku akan mampu menjalaninya karena dengan nama Allah aku memilih dan bersama Allah kehidupan pernikahan itu aku jalani.

2. Membalas cinta ibuk (yang meskipun tidak akan sanggup), aku tidak ingin melihat ibuk bersedih karena ibuk pernah bilang kalau ibuk akan sedih jika melihatku terus sendiri di saat nantinya adik-adikku memulai hidupnya yang baru. Aku akan selalu mendengar serta menjalankan nasihat yang pernah ibuk berikan dengan segenap cinta dan doa tulusnya.

Poin berikutnya memang cukup spesifik, tapi sebagai bentuk bersyukur atas karunia dari Allah berupa pertemuan.

3. Menikah itu ada banyak peluang bahagianya, aku dan AMZT punya banyak rencana kebaikan dan cita-cita dunia akhirat yang mau dicapai bersama seperti menghafal Quran, belajar, beribadah, hingga meraih surga.

Jadi, aku harus siap kalau kali ini Allah menjawab dengan kata 'ya' atas doa agar didekatkan, dimudahkan, dan diberkahi jika AMZT baik bagiku, agamaku, dunia dan akhiratku. Bukan malah kabur atau mundur seperti ubur-ubur. Hehe.

Meski tubuh dan pikiranku lelah, hatiku sudah jauh lebih tenang. Alhamdulillaahirabbil'alamiin...

[mrvisionsblog]

Let the Rhythm Guide Your Soul: Discover “Alone” by Mr VISION

About

I’m Yash Suppal, better known as Mr VISION, and I’m excited to take you on a journey through my latest track, “Alone.” If you’re a fan of hip-hop and rap, this song is a reflection of both my personal experiences and the universal feeling of solitude that many of us face. Let’s dive into the story behind the track and how it came to be.

The Heart of “Alone”

“Alone” explores the theme of solitude and self-reliance. The lyric “In your hard times I have found only myself as by my side” captures the essence of finding strength in our own company during life’s toughest moments. I wanted to create a track that resonates with anyone who has ever felt isolated but found the courage to keep moving forward.

You can listen to “Alone” on YouTube. I’d love for you to experience the track and share your thoughts!

Crafting the Track

As both the producer and writer, I poured my heart into “Alone.” The production was a deeply personal process, allowing me to blend raw emotion with a compelling sound. If you’re curious about how the track was made or want to explore more of my music, visit my YouTube channel where I regularly post updates and new releases.

Lyrics That Resonate

Two key lines from the song that I’m particularly proud of are:

“Chala mein hu apni manzil ki aur, Koi nahi saath sirf mein or ek dost, Jo bhi maine socha hai sab mera dosh, Esa laga jo bhi saath mere hai vo mera ghost.”

This verse reflects the solitary journey towards personal goals, emphasizing the inner strength required to continue despite feeling alone.

Another powerful lyric is:

“Jana sabko hai manzil ki aur, Manzil na dur bas bich mein ek stop, Thode din ki life or bus thode din ka daur, Thode din ka saath or phir manzil hai maut.”

It touches on the transient nature of life and the perseverance needed to achieve our dreams. For more insights into the lyrics and to connect with the song, follow my Instagram page.

The Journey So Far

Since its release a year ago, “Alone” has reached 2,495 views on YouTube. The positive feedback has been overwhelming, and a notable highlight was receiving a comment from “Dev Next Level,” a renowned music producer from Punjab. His appreciation was a significant boost and a testament to the hard work invested in the track.

Discover More

I’m thrilled to share that I have many upcoming singles and projects in the pipeline. For the latest updates and exclusive content, make sure to subscribe to my YouTube channel and follow me on Instagram. Your support means the world to me and keeps me motivated to create more music.

Thank you for joining me on this journey. I hope “Alone” resonates with you and invites you to reflect on your own experiences of solitude and strength.

Stay tuned and keep listening!

Mr VISION

[tulisanditaputri]

Rokok adalah Maut

Senja kini berganti malam. Entah sudah berapa gelas kopi yang kamu teguk, serta berapa puluh batang rokok yang kamu bakar.

"Uhuk. Uhuk. Uhuk." Kamu terbatuk-batuk.

Semakin sering batuk, semakin banyak pula batang rokok yang kamu hisap.

"Mas, makanannya sudah siap," istrimu memanggil.

"Sebentar, kuhabiskan dulu batang terakhir."

"Iya. Terserah," istrimu melenguh pasrah.

"Mama, ayok makan! Boy sudah lapar," rengek seorang anak laki-laki.

"Tunggu Papa sebentar ya Nak," pinta istrimu.

"Gak mau makan sama Papa, bau, bau asap rokok."

Mendengar ucapan anakmu, kamu diam saja, pura-pura seolah tidak mendengar apa-apa.

"Uhuk. Uhuk. Uhuk." Rupanya anak laki-lakimu tengah batuk juga.

Pada akhirnya, perut lapar tak bisa tertahankan, batang rokok akhirnya kamu matikan. Kamu beranjak pergi dari pelataran menuju ke ruang makan.

"Ayo makan!" ajakmu kepada anak dan istri.

Lahap sekali kamu makan. Rupanya puluhan batang rokok tak bisa juga membuatmu kenyang. Usai makan, kamu pergi ke kamar dan tertidur dengan tenang.

"Mas, bangun Mas!" Istri tiba-tiba berteriak membangunkanmu.

"Kenapa sih?" gerutumu.

"Boy Mas. Anak kita sesak nafas begitu hebat."

Sontak kamu terkejut dan langsung bangkit dari tempat tidur. Tanpa pikir panjang, kamu mengambil kunci motor, dan langsung menyalakannya. Kamu dan istri bergegas membawa Boy menuju UGD rumah sakit terdekat.

Sesampai di UGD rumah sakit.

Anakmu langsung disambut oleh tim medis bagian depan, kemudian ditempatkan di ruangan label merah.

Kamu berdiri menunggu kabar, sambil merogoh kantong depan, mencari rokok kesayangan.

"Mas, jangan merokok disini! Itu ada bacaannya," tutur istrimu.

"Asma boy kambuh karena tak tahan asap rokokmu, Mas!" istrimu menimpali.

Kamu mengurut kepala dan memasukkan kembali rokok itu ke dalam kantong celana.

"Maaf Pak, Bu. Bisa saya bicara sebentar?" ucap salah seorang dokter.

"Ada apa Dok?" sahutmu bersamaan dengan istri.

"Anak Bapak dan Ibu sedang mengalami asma serangan berat yang mengancam nyawanya. Kami meminta izin cepat untuk melakukan tindakan intubasi atau pemasangan alat bantu napas sebagai usaha menyelamatkan. Peluangnya kecil, tetapi kita tetap harus mencoba dan berusaha," jelas dokter kepadamu.

Mendadak tubuhmu lunglai. Gemetar dan keringat dingin membasahi tubuhmu. Sontak, kamu terjatuh pingsan.

Kamu hanya pingsan, sementara anakmu sudah tidak sadarkan.

***

[mera-mann-kehne-laga]

Yaar meko sahi me itna gussa aa rha haina.

When an actor dies tab toh sab bade shauk me doobe rehte hain, put on stories, whatsapp dps and statuses for days on end and express their grievances so heartily. Lekin bc Kal Kargil Vijay diwas tha. FIVE TWENTY SEVEN SOLDIERS Sacrificed their lives for us in the war. Bus 2 min apne dil pe haath rkhke tributes nahi pay kar skte kya???? Itna mushkil hai?? Movies ki anniversary pe edits bnana toh mushkil nhi lagta hoga. Friends/partners ke liye lambe lambe paras type krne me bhi mehnat nhi lgti. EK CANDLE LAGAKE RESPECTS PAY KRNE ME KYU MAUT AATI HAI PHIR??????

Kitne hi tum civilians ko toh yaad tak nhi hoga ki yesterday was such an important day. Haan SRK ka birthday Aur SSR ki death anniversary sabko yaad hogi. Guys sirf 26 Jan aur 15 aug ko deshbhakti nhi dikhani hoti. Patriotism tumhari zindagi ke har pal ka hissa hona chahiye. YOU ARE AN INDIAN FOR GOD'S SAKE HAVE SOME PRIDE AND RESPECT FOR YOUR COUNTRY. Udhar the wives and the children of the martyrs must have wept and grieved all day and the busy citizens of our country couldn't even spare 1-2 minutes of their busy day. Sharam aati hai bhai aisi society ka part hone me.

[fettereise]

Ab nach Laos!

Am Mittwoch (27.9.) fliegen wir von Hanoi nach Vientiane. Der Flug lohnt sich kaum, aber Bus geht nicht, da wir noch kein gestempeltes Visum im Pass haben, und das Visum on arrival gibt es nur am Flughafen. Es kostet uns 40$ und je ein Passbild pro Person, und wir sind ziemlich sicher, dass die Mitarbeiter von der Kohle erstmal richtig fett essen gehen.

Egal, es geht schnell und wir haben das Visum. In der Ankunftshalle angekommen, gibt es einen Schalter für den Bus in die Stadt. Die Dame dort schläft tief und fest auf dem Tisch und wird erst durch heftiges Klopfen auf demselben wach. Sie sagt uns dann, dass der nächste Bus um 16 Uhr fährt, was irgendwie verwirrend ist, da es kurz vor 18 Uhr ist... muss ein sehr erholsames Nickerchen gewesen sein!

Rein in den Bus, es fällt auf:

Wenig Touristen, genau genommen wir beide und eine Australierin;

Alles super ausgeschildert, der Airport ist auch wirklich klein;

Niemand quatscht uns an, will uns was verkaufen oder uns fahren.

Wir fahren los, finden unsere Haltestelle und dann auch unser Hotel im Stil einer alten französischen Villa aus der Kolonialzeit. Wir gehen direkt los zum Essen und genießen Indisch zu Spottpreisen in einem entlegenen und heruntergekommenen Etablissement, in dem zwar niemand auch nur ein Wort Englisch spricht, das Essen aber grandios lecker ist. Außerdem gibt es hier, wie überall in Laos, das BeerLao in der 640ml -Flasche für etwa 1€ - aus deutschem Hopfen wohlgemerkt!

Wir verbringen zwei Nächte in Vientiane. Die Hauptstadt wirkt eher wie eine verschlafene Kleinstadt. Der street food market ist toll. Im Vergleich zu Vietnam ist es viel langsamer, ordentlicher und sauberer, ruhiger hier. Und auch ursprünglicher, da es bedeutend weniger Touristen gibt. Gefällt uns! Wir bilden uns außerdem auch in einer Ausstellung über die Bombenbelastung von Laos weiter: Im Vietnamkrieg verlief eine wichtige Versorgungsroute für das vietnamesische Militär auf laotischem Boden, und so wurden von den USA über Laos 9 Jahre lang Millionen Bomben abgeworfen, 10-30% davon sind nicht explodiert. Laos ist das am meisten bombardierte Land der Welt. Die Ausstellung ist sehr spannend, bewegend und erschreckend, und am Ende können wir dort noch eine preisgekrönte Dokumentation sehen.

Am 29.9. fahren wir in einem klimatisierten Minivan weiter nach Norden nach Vang Vieng. Die Fahrt dauert etwa 2 Stunden und verläuft größtenteils über die asphaltierte Maut-Autobahn. Verlässt man diese, findet man sich schnell auf den vor Schlaglöchern nur so strotzenden "Straßen" von Laos wieder.

Vang Vieng ist das Outdoor- und Sportziel in Nordlaos, die Stimmung hier ist entspannt, es gibt viele junge Leute. Und gerade auch viel Regen. Während unserer drei Tage hier schüttet es häufig in Ströme, und zwar stundenlang. In der verbliebenen Zeit machen wir eine Zipline-Tour durch den Wald (Torben meistert den Drahtseilakt trotz Höhenangst sehr souverän), gehen in einer blauen Lagune schwimmen (herrlich frisches Wasser), mieten uns einen Buggy und erkunden damit sowie mit einem Moped die Gegend. Je schlechter die Straße, desto besser die Stimmung, denn für uns ist das (noch) ein Abenteuer. Für die Menschen hier stelle ich mir die Straßen extrem ätzend vor.

Von unserem Guesthouse aus hat man einen tollen Ausblick auf die Berge, das Bier ist gut, es gibt günstiges Essen an jeder Ecke. So lässt es sich aushalten!

[devspeaks]

Thak gayi mai

Yaad karte karte tujhko

Ab tujhe mein yaad aana chahti hoon..

Zindagi kat gayi

Ek hi tamanna Ek hi khwahish mei

Par Maut ab main

Shayarana chaahti hoon

Kuch jyaada nahi bus tere zindagi mein panahh ki khoj thi

Abb to kho si gayi hun khud ki zindagi mein bhi khud ko khojte khojte

Thak gayi mai

Yaad karte karte tujhko

Ab tujhe mein yaad aana chahati hoon

Koi mujhe khud se bacha le

Khud ko khud hi mai bhool jana chahti hoon

Tere sang ho na sakki mein jo

Khud mein hi abb fanaa.hona chahati hun

Meri aankhon me to

Kab se tumhara basera hai

Tumhari aankhon me

Mai ab apni tasveer dekhna chahti hoon

Thak gayi mai

Yaad karte karte tujhko

Ab tujhe mai yaad aana chahti hoon

Yeh jag haasil nahi hoga tumhe paane se

Kuch badal bhi nahi jaayega tera saath na nibhane se

Par haan

Chaar din ki iss zindagi me

Bas ek shaam tumhare saath chahti hoonThak gayi mai

Yaad karte karte tujhko

Ab tujhe mai yaad aana chahti hoon.....

[deshbandhu]

Uttarakhand ke Almora Mein 200 Meter Gahari khai Mein Giri Bus, 20 Logon ki Maut

अल्मोडा। उत्तराखंड के अल्मोडा से एक बड़ा हादसा सामने आया है। यहां यात्रियों से भरी एक बस सड़क से फिसलकर 200 मीटर गहरी खाई में गिर गई, जिससे 20 यात्रियों की मौत हो गई। मरने वालों में बच्‍चे भी शामिल है।

गढ़वाल से कुमाऊं तक यात्रियों को ले जा रही यह बस सोमवार सुबह एक बड़े हादसे का शिकार हो गई। हादसे के समय बस में क्षमता से अधिक सवारी भरी हुई थी।

Read More: https://www.deshbandhu.co.in/states/a-bus-fell-into-a-200-meter-deep-gorge-in-almora-uttarakhand-20-people-died-508227-1

For more update: https://epaper.deshbandhu.co.in/view/6534/deshbandhu-raipur

[toto7788-officialgacorr]

Polisi Amankan Sopir Bus Maut yang Tewaskan 2 Siswa SD di Manado

Kecelakaan maut yang melibatkan bus di Manado yang mengakibatkan tewasnya dua siswa SD adalah peristiwa yang sangat menyedihkan. Berikut adalah beberapa poin penting terkait situasi ini:

baca selengkapnya.. klik link disini klik link disini

[toto7788-officiall]

Bahaya Mikrosleep, Penyebab Kecelakaan Maut Bus Pariwisata di Tol Pandaan

Mikrosleep adalah kondisi di mana seseorang mengalami tidur singkat yang tidak terduga, biasanya berlangsung hanya beberapa detik, tetapi dapat memiliki konsekuensi serius, terutama saat berkendara. Dalam konteks kecelakaan maut bus pariwisata di Tol Pandaan, mikrosleep bisa menjadi faktor penyebab yang sangat berbahaya.baca selengkapnya.. klik link disini

[temu-hoolan]

[Arsip perjalanan] Pada Bali, dan hal-hal yang selalu membuat orang dari seluruh penjuru dunia kembali. 

Perjalanan berlanjut. Kapal penyebrangan berangkat menuju kota liburan sejuta umat. 

Dan disinilah saya, melihat hamparan lautan yang lagaknya biru sekali. Maklum, sebagai manusia yang hidup di daerah penuh hutan dan tanah, laut terlihat sangat mewah. 

Banyak hal yang terjadi di luar rencana. Salah satunya pasrah menyerahkan diri duduk di kursi bis vintage merakyat yang ugalnya minta ampun dalam rute Terminal Gilimanuk menuju rute terakhir Terminal Ubung. Dari perspektif pariwisata, harusnya ini rute emas pelancong, namun apa mau dikata jika yang tersedia detik itu hanya armada sisa dengan para calo dan kernet yang judesnya minta ampun. Saya akan berusaha menuliskan pengalaman ini tanpa konotasi negatif walaupun justru ditujukan untuk menjelaskan hal tersebut, harap maklum jika kalian menemukan banyak sekali analogi aneh dalam kalimat saya. 

Mari meromantisasi pengalaman buruk dengan cerita-cerita baik. Baiklah, kepala saya mulai membuat opsi narasi dramaturgi yang membuat perut saya geli sendiri. Saya membayangkan perjalanan 4 jam menuju Denpasar ini sebagai sebuah suguhan pariwisata paket lengkap untuk orang-orang yang ingin merasakan kerasnya kehidupan warga lokal kelas menengah kebawah. Saya bisa membayangkan teks iklannya jika tayang di sosial media yang kurang lebih akan berbunyi begini : 

“Ingin merasakan social experience lokal yang unik di Bali? Bosan mengunjungi Beach Club, Pantai, Villa dan destinasi yang itu-itu saja? Yuk cobain paket pertunjukan dan wahana kami! Durasi wahana 4 jam per kepala, bebas bawa barang bawaan asal bukan pindahan. Rasakan suguhan pengalaman layaknya warga lokal yang pastinya belum pernah kalian coba sebelumnya. Armada bus tua dengan kursi berdecit sepanjang jalan, pengalaman nyata berdesakan dengan manusia dari berbagai penjuru, aroma khas, ruang publik penuh topik dengan penutur bahasa Bali, Jawa, Inggris, Spanyol, dan sebagainya lengkap dengan lagu koplo campuran dengan pengeras suara maksimal, serta rute jalan penuh lika-liku dan menantang maut. Selain itu, kami juga menjamin supir kami berpengalaman dalam kebut-kebutan dan menyelip truk tronton dalam berbagai medan. Segera daftarkan diri anda pada calo kami yang akan mengejar anda dari pintu kedatangan hingga kursi tunggu terminal! Ingat, kursi terbatas. Naik sekarang atau tertinggal!” 

Sebagai bonus pada jadwal ‘wahana’ yang kami pilih, terjadi pertandingan adu-bacot tanpa korban berdarah antar kernet dan calo yang naik pitam entah karena masalah apa. Lengkap dengan 6 orang penonton bayaran di kursi paling belakang yang sibuk sekali menyoraki mereka dengan logat Jawa dan Madura yang kental sekali. Sepertinya peminatnya juga banyak, bus kami bahkan menyediakan kursi plastik tambahan yang diletakkan seadanya untuk para penumpang yang memaksa berjejalan. Lalu bis kami berangkat dengan pongah, deru gasnya meraung membelah jalan menuju ke selatan.

Bagi sebagian orang, ini hanya pengalaman kecil yang kurang menyenangkan. Sebagai pengalaman, agar lain kali mereka memilih moda transportasi dan rute yang lebih nyaman. Terbang dengan pesawat langsung ke Denpasar, atau memilih tumpangan kelas eksekutif saja sekalian. Namun bagi mereka yang lainnya, inilah satu-satunya cara untuk bertahan hidup yang sanggup mereka gapai. Jangankan liburan, ongkos pulang pergi untuk bekerja dari kota asal ke Bali saja harus mereka sisihkan pelan-pelan. Saya teringat ucapan Bourdieu soal capital yang dimiliki tiap orang dan bagaimana doxa memaksa mereka tetap terkekung di kelasnya agar tidak naik kelas. Teori-teori sosial soal kelas yang agaknya cukup obsolote  terlihat lebih nyata pada ruang-ruang publik yang kita rasakan setiap hari, setiap jam, dan setiap detiknya. Lebih lanjut soal kontemplasi ini akan saya tuliskan di part 2. 

Syukurnya, kami sampai dengan selamat dan penuh keringat. 

Pada Bali, dan hal-hal yang selalu membuat orang dari seluruh penjuru dunia kembali. 

Glosarium seadanya : 

Agaknya dan lagaknya, cukup unik di kepala saya. 

Vintage, merujuk pada bis tua-usang-aus namun saya ingin menyebutnya lebih halus.

Obsolote, saya sadur dari percakapan dengan seorang teman baru, kata yang hampir tidak pernah saya gunakan sebelumnya.

Dramaturgi, bahwa hidup adalah panggung drama ujar Erving Goffman.

Capital, saya pahami sebagai ‘modal hidup’ merujuk pada pemikiran Bourdieu. 

Doxa, secara sederhana saya artikan sebagai ‘aturan permainan’ pada arena kehidupan menurut Bourdieu. 

etc. 

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