The Blocked Love of Amnesia
Limabelas: Ahmed?

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The white light made my eyes hurt. I want to open my eyes immediately. However, the light was too bright. What's wrong with me? My hands are limp for me to give.

I try to move my eyes open quickly. And yes, my eyes opened slowly. I blinked many times, trying to adapt to that light.

Now my eyes are perfectly open. I give you my right hand, my left hand, and then I try to get up from my bed. It hurts so much this whole body.

I held my head, there was a bandage. On my arm was an infusion and I was wearing a hospital gown. And what is this, what am I wearing? When did I wear the hijab? I opened this hijab because I felt uncomfortable.

Divorce the hair and trim it by hand.

I realized that there was a man beside me. He fell asleep with his head leaning against my bed. Who her? I looked at her face, trying to recognize her.

He was handsome, like a man with Eastern blood. But why is he sleeping there? Did he take me to the hospital? And wait, why am I in the hospital. Me why? Didn't you just come home from blogging with Ita?

I tried to wake the man up, even though I felt bad.

"Hey, hey," I said stiffly.

He rubbed his eyes, then opened them. Her eyes grew bigger when she saw me.

"Darling," he then hugged me.

I was shocked to death. The darling? Who, the hell is he? So presumptuous.

I took off his embrace violently.

"You who? How dare, yes, you hug me carelessly!" my snapping. "Doctor! The nurse! Whoever it is, please!" scream as much as I can. I was so scared of that strange guy.

The man scrunched his forehead, his tears coming out. I glanced at him, why him? Is he in a drama?

The veiled female doctor who seemed young came with two sisters to my room. I feel safe now.

"Alhamdulillah, Ma'am has woken up, Allah help you, Ms. Risa. After two days in a coma" he said. Looks like he already knows me, proof that I was called Ma'am with him. But I forgot. I haven't even been seen by a doctor in Jakarta.

"Koma?" my many.

"Yes, after the brake blong incident, ma'am,"

friendly answer.

"I don't remember what I remember I went for a walk with Ita, my office mate. Andrea keeps bringing me home." Reply as I recall. Well, why, anyway? I forgot that.

The doctor frowned then turned to look at the man who had hugged me carelessly.

"Don't you remember Ahmad?" he asked while pointing at the man. Oh, he's called Ahmad. Duh, not the same attitude. His name was commendable but his attitude was despicable. I snorted at him.

The doctor said again, "Don't you remember me?" tanyakanya.

I'm shaking.

The young doctor examined me and the sisters recorded something. I don't know what they recorded. The doctor left while taking a man named Ahmad out of my room. Huft, I'm safe now.

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Later that night, the man came back into my room. But this time, he came here with Ita. Huh huh? Ita. God, I finally met someone I knew. Ita was crying in my arms. So do I. The world feels scary to me now. Why can I just forget? Am I am amnesia? I have to ask the doctor later.

"Risa, don't you remember Ahmad?" ask her on the sidelines of my cry.

I shook my head then looked at Ita's face. "I don't remember anything, Ita."

Lord. The world feels dark to me, I forget a little memory of the past. What's wrong with me?

When did I crash with the brake blong? Whyaaa? Why is this happening to me?

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After many days in the hospital, I was allowed to go home. A man named Ahmad, who said my husband took me to his house.

Oh my God, since when did I get married? The doctor said I was married. Ita said so too. And Andrea came to see me yesterday. He also said that I was married to Ahmad. There's no way they're all lying.

The old woman hugged me warmly. Rendi also hugged me.

"Eh Rica" he exclaimed.

"Alhamdulillah Neng Risa can go home. Mpok kangen very similar Eneng," continued the woman who called herself Mpok.

I could only stare blankly at them. I feel weird. The memory loss made me dizzy.

And now I'm sitting in Ahmad's backyard. I wept.

O God, give me back my memory, if it is true that Ahmad is my husband, give me back that memory. I can't live with Ahmad in the future without his memories and memories with him.

Without me knowing Ahmad was sitting next to me. Carrying a box. I wiped my tears and turned to her. He smiled, his eyes were soft. It seems like he's sleep deprived.

Ahmad opened the box and pulled out something.

"This is our wedding book" she said, giving me the book. I accepted it and opened the red and dark blue book.

This is a real marriage book. I'm married to him. But why can I just forget?

"Mom don't remember?" tanyakanya.

I'm shaking.

"My name is Risa! I don't like being called that" I said firmly. I'm tired of hearing that call. Since when did my name change to Ama? Dihs.

"I'm sorry" said Ahmad.

A few seconds quiet.

"Euuu," I broke the silence. "Please tell me the first story I know you, let me sip."

Ahmad smiled and corrected his seat. His face was excited.

"We got to know him after we got married" replied Ahmad.

Hah, I don't understand. "meaning?" my many.

"Your mother's house has betrothed you to me,"

Wait what did he say?

"Almarhumah? Watch what you say! My mother is alive!!!" my snapping. How dare he say that.

"He's dead" he continued, making my heart flutter.

Oh my God, even I forgot about Mom's departure?

"You don't lie to me! Why did you die!!!" my screams. I can't hold back this emotion.

I wept. Mother, .. This is impossible! Mom couldn't have died! No way!

"Why did you die?" ask again.

Ahmad grabbed my face then gently stroked my right cheek. I was silent for a moment. Spontaneously I stared at the brown eye bead. Tranquilize.

Ahmad shed tears and grabbed my body, gently hugged. Warmth extends throughout the body. I'm still silent. I wanted to throw him out for this sassness, but comfort erased that intention.

"Mother was sick, before she left, she wanted you to marry me. At first you refused the match. Because you already have someone filling it." Ahmad says.

I still quietly remained in his arms.

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Sunday, 09 February 2020

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