NAYA SARANGHAE'S
The Naya Saranghae Part 19
(pov NAYA)
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Write ...
To capture a story ...
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HOSPITAL
"That was his last test. Let's see!"
Ardito traced every word written on that piece of paper. I saw his face start to tense up along with a sharp glare at Doctor Zain.
"This means, Ardian can't get his memory back?"
"He'em," nods doctor Zain.
"No way."
In my confusion, I alternately observed the confused reactions of the two doctors. Ardito appeared to be squeezing the tip of his head with a frustrated expression.
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That day, Ardito and I came together to the hospital to take the results of the tests that Ardian underwent. But something seems wrong.
On his way out of the hospital, Ardito kept silent. He drove his car at a moderate speed without saying a word to me.
"Doctor, what's going on?"
She's quiet. Whether he hears my question or not. He was only focusing on the straight road in front of him.
"Doctor .. aaaargh!" I gasped in shock, as my head hit the window glass as Ardito brusquely pulled his car over.
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"Naya, Ardian's memory is certain to never come back again" he said, suddenly.
"What's? Why?"
"Naya, you don't have to expect Ardian to remember everything again! Let him forget everything!"
"What's? What does that mean, Doctor?"
"The damage to Ardian nerve cells is quite fatal and we can't force him to remember anything that has been erased from his memory" Ardito said.
"But, Doctor ..."
How come? I really don't want Ardian to forget me.
"You don't have to force her to remember everything, you just need to create a new memory with her!"
"Ma .. meaning?"
Ardito showed me his big smile. Her dimples looked sweet as she smiled with such a confident expression.
"Naya, if Ardian forgets his love for you, all you need to do is one. Make him fall back in love with you!"
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18.30 WIB
ARDIAN APARTMENT
"Ah ..fresh!" I cried, while walking out of the bathroom.
"Good, Naya! What are you doing?"
"What, the hell yelling like that?" my grumbling, while drying my hair.
"Your look, what the fuck?" shouted Ardian.
"What's wrong? What's wrong with my appearance?" I asked, while looking at my body that was just wrapped around a towel.
"Go back to the bathroom and get your clothes on!" his yell.
"Oh, ordinary times! You used to see me like a gini, too," I said, glancing ignorantly.
Without heeding Ardian's grunts, I walked gontai towards the wardrobe that was on the side of his bed.
"What do you want?" ardian asked, as I grabbed the mini dress from the hanger.
"Don't you see I'm going to change?"
"Here?"
"hey are. Where else?" answer, relax.
"It's crazy, huh?"
Ardian immediately grabbed the blanket and wrapped it around my body.
"Don't act so recklessly in front of men! Danger, know!" yells.
"In front of men? In front of you that means?" my sergeant. "You, you don't have a taste for me, so fine-fine let me look like this in front of you."
"Stupid girl!" My forehead.
"Why?" I pulled him closer to me. "Are you bothered by my appearance?"
"What?"
"Is your heart pounding when you see me like this? Is hot blood flowing through your body? What something ..."
"Shut up!" snapped it. "Don't talk shit!"
"Why? Aren't we bound by a lawful relationship, Ardian?" with tears, with tears.
"Looks like you're a little sick" he grumbled, leaving the room.
Huh! I can't believe I finally did the perverted doctor's plan. I really feel sad for trying so hard to tease my own husband.
Geez!
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"Thank you" said Ardian, as I offered him a cup of coffee to accompany him on TV.
I sat next to him, struggling with my laptop.
"What meda?" ask Ardian.
"Write the story you want to publish" I replied.
"Let's see!"
Ardian bows his head at my laptop screen. We got this close. I could see his face so close to me. His eyebrows, his eyes, his hair, his lips.
Holy hooch! He looks so handsome. I really made him fall in love half dead.
"Why did you see me all the way? Shave the creeps."
I immediately took my eyes off her when Ardian caught me watching her.
"She, why do you like to write?" tanyakanya.
"Hem? Um.... What, huh? Hobbies maybe," I replied, just so. "Or just fill your free time."
Ardian seemed to hear my answer.
"Based on the survey I did, there are three characters of the author. First of all, a writer who loves to write his own stories. Second, writers who love to write other people's stories. Third, the writer who wrote his initiation. Which one are you among?"
"Ehm ... number three is like," I answered, and so on.
"It fits, anyway. You are a halu man. Hahaha ..."
"Ah, shit!" I draw my palm on his back.
"Naya, writing is not just to imagine, but also to capture a story" said Ardian.
"True stories?"
"Yes, whether it is a true story, fiction or just imagination, everything that appears in the memory must be immortalized. And what is most appropriate to capture it? Writings. That's how to keep it very safe. It won't be easy to forget."
"That's it, huh?"
Ardian sipped coffee in his hand while changing television channels.
"By the way, how do I know if the reader likes my writing?" my many.
"Ehm .. I don't really understand that, anyway. But maybe when you manage to make the reader laugh when you create a happy scene. You manage to make the reader angry when you create an angry scene. And you manage to make the reader cry when you create a sad scene. Maybe so."
"If a reader wants to send me something online, does that include if I manage to get the reader to like my story?" my many.
"Online stalls? Hahaha .. Is there anything like that, Nay?" her laugh.
"There," I replied, foolishly. "When I made a big bang about polygamy. Huh! Many sent me inboxes. Someone swears, there are also those who want to send santet online."
"Why could that be? Hahaha ..." Ardian looks twisted.
"Know, tuh! He said, the hell they're upset because I make the main character suffer constantly."
"Hahaha .. is awesome!" the laughter, the more it becomes. "That means you've succeeded in stirring up the feelings of your readers, Nay. That's cool, you know! Hahaha ..."
"Here you go, stop laughing! Make me more ngenes aja," I grumbled. "But, Ardian .. can I write our story in a story?"
"Our story?" Ardian scrunched his forehead. "What is our story like?"
"Maybe" I answered.
"Oh, my God, you little hammers," he said, wiping the tip of my head.
"If you can't remember about me in the past, then I'll tell you that story in a book."
The man looked inside at me. A little smile she gave me.
"alright. I'll look forward to my story with you that I've missed, Naya."
Is correct. If writing is one way to capture a story, then I will also write our story. I will definitely capture it.
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