Stop Filzev! It's Me!

Night had fallen, and the day's tasks were coming to an end. Sergej bid farewell and left for his lodgings, while Dr. Zein set off for his own home. While on his way back, Mr. Widodo, the Director of Derisa Hospital, suddenly rang Dr. Zein via phone.

(Phone Ringing)

Dr. Zein answered the call, inquiring with concern, "Hello, sir, what's the matter? Why are you calling me so late at night?"

Mr. Widodo's panicked voice came through the phone, "Dr. Zein, where are you right now?!"

"I'm on my way home". Dr. Zein replied, his voice calm despite the concern he picked up in Mr. Widodo's tone. "I've just finished seeing someone and am currently in the car. Is everything alright, sir? You sound quite panicked".

Mr. Widodo continued, "Dr. Zein, Dony Arjito just called me. He's threatened to take action against Derisa Hospital if you keep bothering his family. Apparently, he's warned us to back off or face dire consequences".

Dr. Zein responded firmly, "Did Dony really threaten you, sir? Did he say something about harming Derisa Hospital?"

Dr. Zein's expression hardened upon hearing Pak Widodo's words. "Very well," he said, his voice steady.

"As the owner of this hospital, it's my responsibility to address this. Your authority may be limited, but I will take care of it myself. Please rest assured, sir", Doctor Zein added.

Dr. Zein then spoke with reassuring confidence. "Don't worry, sir. Just stay calm there. There's no need to ponder over it too much. Let me handle things. I'm here to take care of it," he said, conveying his determination to address the situation.

"Thank you, Doctor. Once again, I'm very grateful," Mr. Widodo replied before ending the call.

In that moment, a peculiar smile spread across Dr. Zein's face.

'A little thug wants to play games with me? It's not time yet!', he thought to himself. Without delay, he pulled out his old-model mobile phone and called Sergej.

Sergej's voice carried a tone of cheerfulness as he spoke up, "Hey Boss, did you forget to tell me something earlier?"

Dr. Zein's tone remained nonchalant as he spoke, "Yes, I have a task for you. You need to take care of someone named Dony Arjito, the father of Andy Arjito, also known as Gareng. He's threatened to destroy my hospital!"

"Understood, boss!". Sergej responded, his voice now filled with even greater fervor, reflecting his heightened enthusiasm.

Dr. Zein's tone sharpened slightly as he added, "Leave him alive, but make sure he regrets his actions. Let him live to face the consequences of his threats".

"Understood, boss", Sergej said, and then ended the call.

In his thoughts, Dr. Zein muttered, his voice filled with determination, "Dony, enjoy your final moments of tranquility. After this, I'll make sure only hell itself will remain faithfully by your side until the end of your days".

Despite the late hour, Dr. Zein continued on his journey home. Tonight, he would sleep in his old house, giving himself a chance to reminisce in familiar surroundings.

As he drove through the increasingly quiet streets, Dr. Zein sped up, his car cutting through the darkness with a sense of purpose.

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(Tick.. Creak..)

The soft, echoing creaks from the door's hinges mixed with the rhythmic, measured ticking of an antique grandfather clock. The sounds seemed to carry a sense of nostalgia, as if the house itself was whispering tales of the past.

'"Salamu aleyk, my wife," Dr. Zein whispered quietly in his mind, the words a familiar routine he had once shared with Angelique, his late wife.

He used to say it every time returning home from work, and she would sweetly respond, "Aleyk assalam, my husband".

But now, the gentle exchange was replaced only by silence – a stark reminder that all he once held dear had slipped through his fingers.

As the light in the room flickered on, Dr. Zein's gaze was instinctively drawn to the picture of their wedding day, hanging on the wall.

There, he saw his younger self, smiling widely next to his radiant bride—their happiness captured forever in that single frame.

A pang of sadness filled his heart as he stared at the image, a reminder of what had been and what he was now alone.

Out of nowhere, a shiver ran down Dr. Zein's spine, and his skin bristled with the sensation. A sudden sense of being observed crept into his awareness.

He sharpened his senses, focusing on his five senses, and now he had an unmistakable feeling that someone was watching him intently.

Bristling with alertness, Dr. Zein exclaimed, "Who's there?!". His eyes scanned the room, his body tense, ready to face whatever, or whoever, was there.

No response came, just the gleam of a knife flying through the air, hurtling straight towards Dr. Zein.

"What the...!!". A colorful curse escaped Dr. Zein's lips as he dodged the blade, moving his body just five centimeters to the right, avoiding the weapon's edge with a narrow margin.

Instead of stopping there, though, he continued in the same fluid motion, using the momentum to spin his body around as he grabbed a nearby lamp and hurled it forcefully at the concealed assailant.

(Thud)

Dr. Zein glanced at the knife embedded in the wall and immediately recognized it as one of his own - a dicing knife from his kitchen. The realization struck him with a mixture of anger and caution.

Frustrated and shaken, Dr. Zein thought, 'Damn it... what sort of force would cause a kitchen knife to bury into the wall so deeply? If I hadn't moved, my skull would've had a new hole in it!!!'

In a burst of anger, Dr. Zein shouted, "Come out, you bastard!". His voice filled the room with an air of furious determination.

A figure all in black, with a face-concealing mask, suddenly emerged from behind the cabinet. The surprise appearance was shrouded in mystery, adding to the already-charged atmosphere of the scene.

Caught between confusion and anger, Dr. Zein shouted, "What kind of creature are you?". In the dimly-lit room, the mysterious figure seemed even more sinister, its identity still concealed by the shadows.

The black-clad figure didn't respond, but instead lunged at Dr. Zein with a sudden burst of speed, aiming a powerful kick at the doctor's head.

Instinctively, Dr. Zein dodged the attack, but the speed and precision of the assailant's movement were chilling. The sound of the kick missing its target echoed through the room, a sharp contrast to the tense silence.

(Bam)

Dr. Zein managed to catch the assailant's leg with his hand, using his strength to block the kick.

Despite his efforts, though, he winced in pain as his arm absorbed some of the impact. The force behind the kick was considerable, leaving no doubt that the attacker was remarkably strong.

In his mind, Dr. Zein winced, 'This is painful...'.

For the figure in black, behind the mask, there was a sense of surprise. His powerful kick, capable of splitting rock, had been blocked by nothing more than a human limb. The brief moment of awe allowed the doctor a chance.

Dr. Zein wasted no time in seizing the opportunity. Seeing the brief moment of vulnerability, he swiftly delivered two sharp punches to the figure's stomach.

(Bam, Bam)

Despite the pain, the attacker dropped to one knee, clutching their stomach. Dr. Zein, upon hearing the cry escape from beneath the mask, was somewhat surprised - the voice sounded unmistakably female. But there was no time to contemplate this revelation.

With a forceful kick, Dr. Zein sent the figure in black sprawling backwards, crashing into a wooden table and shattering it upon impact. The force of the attack sent the assailant flying a good three meters, creating a scene of chaos and destruction.

Dr. Zein approached the figure, picking them up only to slam them down repeatedly on the floor. The cycle was merciless and repetitive; lift, slam, lift, slam.

The pained cries echoed through the room, tugging at the doctor's heartstrings. Yet, he continued ruthlessly, showing no mercy.

Recognizing the danger, the figure in black, momentarily panicked as they saw Dr. Zein reach for a nearby chair. In a desperate plea, the figure spoke, their words echoing through the room.

The figure's voice pleaded, the soft, melodious tone breaking through the chaos. "Stop, Filzev! It's me! I surrender!".

Dr. Zein froze for a moment, the familiarity of the voice tugging at his memories, yet the identity of the speaker eluded his grasp.

Taken aback by the figure's unexpected familiarity with his name and the use of English, Dr. Zein demanded, "How do you know that name?! Who are you?!".

The room filled with tension as he tried to make sense of the situation, seeking answers from this mysterious English-speaking intruder.

With a resigned tone, the figure replied, "Of course I know. I'm the one who gave you that name".

As the mask came off, revealing a face that was all too familiar to Dr. Zein's shock. Despite the bruises and a trickle of blood on her lip from the brutal treatment, the woman's beauty shone through, leaving the doctor stunned.

Dr. Zein's voice trembled with a mix of shock and disbelief, "Heen... Heendoon... Is that you? Is that really you?!".

The woman's familiar features, a beautiful face tinged with the marks of his own aggression, only heightened his sense of disbelief.

Heendoon's voice was filled with concern and affection as she spoke, "Of course it's me... How are you, my husband?".

Despite the pain and the circumstances, a gentle smile adorned her face as she looked at him, her eyes filled with love and relief to see him despite the situation.

Time stood still for Dr. Zein as he stared in disbelief. This scene felt like a dream, a surreal encounter with the past that seemed to have come back to life. As images of their shared memories flashed in his mind, the doctor stood frozen, unsure of what to do next.

Heendon stepped closer to Dr. Zein, her gaze shifting to the picture of his wedding day with his late wife.

Her expression softened, filled with a mixture of jealousy, and sadness as she took in the sight of the photo. She turned to face him, her voice gentle and filled with emotion.

Heendoon's smile was bittersweet, the weight of her own presence next to the memory of his late spouse weighing heavily on her heart as she spoke. "So... this is your wife? She's so beautiful, no wonder you can't forget her".

"What on earth are you doing here?". Dr. Zein inquired, her eyes locking onto Heendoon with a cold, unwavering stare, as though searching for the slightest hint of an explanation.

"Hey, be gentler with women!".

Heendoon remarked, his voice carrying a certain casual ease as he spoke in Indonesian. "I've come here specifically to see you. Haven't you missed me?"

The words, though simple, caught Dr. Zein off guard, her composure faltering for a fleeting moment as a wave of surprise passed over her.

"Whatever is the matter, my dear fellow? You look positively nonplussed".

Heendon interjected with a faintly sardonic smile, his words arriving a fraction too soon, forestalling any attempt by Doctor Zein to muster a reply.

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