Part3.3: The Plan Is Already Beginning

THE next day, Clement and Ynaria went to the hospital early to pick up Trist because it was about to be discharged. Ynaria and Clement were walking hand in hand in the hallway of the hospital when the girl suddenly left when they stopped in front of Trist's room, causing the young man to wonder.

"Let's not tell them first." Ynaria nodded.

"Okay, I agree, let's keep it." Clement agreed reason for Ynaria to lift her head and smile.

"Thank you!" Ynaria insisted.

"I love you too.." Clement whispered, causing Ynaria to laugh.

Clement stopped laughing and shook his head softly and then opened the door, but was shocked to see that Trist was not in his bed. Even Ynaria stopped when she wondered why the boyfriend was stunned.

"I'll look at Trist maybe he's just in the comfort room, and you, you ask if he's out yet." Clement orders Ynaria. What Clement is referring to in the last utterance is Trist.

"All right," Ynaria replied quickly. Then hurriedly walked to the nurse's station. "Ah.. M-May I ask a question?" When Ynaria took the two female nurses, she was not disappointed so she immediately asked. "Did anyone discharge here whose name is Trist Waltz?"

At that moment Ynaria felt nervous when the two female nurses both looked at each other. The two seem to be hiding something.

On the other hand, after Clement confirmed that there was no Trist in the comfort room, he immediately left the room to visit George. When Clement found George's office there was no knocking, he opened the door. The friend's startled expression flashed at him.

"Trist is missing!" Clement's statement worried.

"What?" George frowned, at the same time standing up from his seat but remaining standing. "Wait, didn't he tell you?"

Clement's concern suddenly disappeared because of what George had said. "What do you know?" Clement asked in astonishment.

"He discharged this morning, Clement." George's formal answer.

"Why didn't you tell me right away?" Clement spoke quickly.

"I'll say you should have just had an emergency so I didn't call you." George explained.

"Damn, why don't I know!" Disgusted, Clement said of the absence.

George approached Clement. "Was there a problem, why he didn't tell you?" George asked curiously.

"I don't know," Clement said tremblingly. Then he confronted George. "But maybe I knew he was at his house. Thank you, George." Its calm sequel.

George only nodded before Clement decided to leave George's office. Clement returns to Trist's room, where his bride is waiting for him.

"Do you already know where Trist is?" Concerned Ynaria opens up to Clement. "The nurse told me she came out early."

"I know," Clement replied. "George told me too."

"Does his doctor know? Why didn't he tell us right away!" Ynaria's appeal.

"He tried so there was just an emergency!" Clement was insightful. "For now let's see if he's at his house."

"It's even better." Ynaria sighed in response.

Ynaria and Clement left the hospital holding hands, then they got in the car and went straight to Trist's house.

Arriving at the destination, they hurriedly got out of the car towards the opposite door of Trist's house. Clement bravely knocked on the door while Ynaria seemed restless.

"Trist, are you there?!" Ynaria shouted. There is a smear of concern.

The door opened and Trist appeared in front of them holding a glass containing wine.

"What can I serve?" Trist smiled. "Welcome to my residence." It says more.

Ynaria and Clement both looked at each other when they decided to enter Trist's house.

"Why didn't you tell me right away that you were out of the hospital?" Ynaria asked as she sat on the long sofa while Clement went straight to the kitchen. While Trist was just standing it.

"Surprise!" Trist pretended to say enthusiastically and then drank some wine.

Ynaria stared at Trist's actions. "Your surprise isn't funny!" Ynaria insisted, reason for Trist to be serious.

"What should I do to mumble in a corner?" Trist's sarcastic remark.

"What is the problem?" Clement groaned from the kitchen holding it two glasses and a pitchel containing cold water.

Trist and Ynaria even watched Clement lay down his handles on the table next to the bottle of wine.

"My problem.. maybe after the game!" Trist's eyes narrowed in response.

"Game? What kind?" Ynaria asked wrinkled forehead with mixed surprise.

"Trist, you'd better just relax," Clement suggested. It even supports Trist as if he will fall into a drunken stupor. "Stop drinking that, okay? That might be bad for your health."

"Wait, we're still having a party, aren't we? You're putting me to sleep right away?" Trist laughed and insisted on Clement. "You know, the time will also come when you will also experience in my situation, why I am doing this thing. And I hope one day you will forgive me and understand because my conscience cannot hide it!" Trist stabbed him in the chest. There seems to be a secret being kept.

"That's enough, you don't know what you're talking about!" Clement disobeys the drunken friend.

Clement tries to take Trist to his room, but Trist is struggling and he still wants to drink wine. Ynaria also helped Clement bring Trist to the room, but Trist was too strong.

"Wait a minute!" Trist's shout caused both Ynaria and Clement to be shocked at the same time as they were released.

"Trist.." Ynaria said.

"Clement, don't you know how much I mourn the loss of our friends. They are dying one by one!" Trist reminded emphatically, it was accompanied by laughter but eventually it became serious as he turned to Clement. Clement, meanwhile, waits uneasy about what else his friend has to say. "Do you think I deserve to die like them who have committed a sin?"

"Stop saying such nonsense!" Clement said defiantly.

"Think about it, how am I going to die?" Trist added.

Clement secretly clenched his fist as he continued to mention death.

"You're going crazy over there with your thoughts! Take a break!" Clement balances orders with Trist.

"Clement, I can't understand what Trist is saying!" Comment by Ynaria.

"You really don't understand," Trist turned to Ynaria. "You know it's better to take you to the pit, along--"

Trist's words were cut short when Clement suddenly punched him in the face, causing him to collapse along with his unconsciousness.

"I told you to stop!" Clement sighed.

Ynaria became alert to what Clement had done so worried that she approached him to calm him down when he threatened to punch Trist again who was now paralyzed.

"That's enough, Clement! Trist can't get up!" Ynaria sighed.

Clement was stunned and with a sigh turned his gaze in the other direction, at the same time as he waved.

"Let's take him to his room."  Ynaria said.

"It's me," Clement stopped Ynaria as she touched Trist's leg. "You're just here first."

Ynaria could do nothing but watch Clement pull Trist into his room.

Ynaria sat down again on the long sofa as if in trouble when she was also stunned when something grabbed her attention. She stood up and approached the drawer containing the picture frames. Her eyes narrowed as she stared at a picture frame, then she touched it and remembered where she saw the person in the picture.

Ynaria suddenly recalled her dream with someone pulling her foot into the water. He flinched slightly in shock and was about to let go of the picture frame he was holding when Clement appeared at his side.

"He is, Chris," Clement began. "Of our friends he was the kindest. When because of his death the twins followed." It's storytelling.

"It's just a coincidence maybe." Ynaria's answer was hesitant. It returned the picture frame to its original position when it turned to face Clement.

"Don't believe what Trist says. He's just like that when there's a problem." Clement gently explained.

"I understand." Ynaria's short response. Then it smiled.