The Blocked Love of Amnesia
Nineteen: Renaldi Apartment

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Ahmad and Andrea were at a cafe owned by Andrea. Apparently they have not returned home after from the boarding of Bu Laela earlier.

"I was also suspicious" said Andrea.

"I found Risa alone in the car, and she was sitting in the driving seat. That means he's driving the car. And where is Renaldi. He wasn't found in that car." Obviously Ahmad, recounted the incident of Risa accident that he knew.

"I don't think Renaldi is a good person. Whereas as long as I've known him, he's a responsible corporate leader."

"It wasn't me suudzan, but I think Renaldi deliberately made this accident."

"What makes you assume that?" ask Andrea.

"Because he doesn't like my marriage to Risa. He loves Risa" replied Ahmad.

Andrea melengos, then exhaled. "sorry. Actually I love Risa too,"

Ahmad turned his head towards Andrea after a long line of gazing at the Jakarta afternoon sky; they were on the outdoor third floor of the cafe.

"But I'm sure you're not as bad as Renaldi. I know you love my wife very much. As well as my wife, she liked you so much. Then I tried to make him love me, and I succeeded. But just now that my marriage with her was going well, she instead came into our marriage and made my wife forget me!"

Ahmad looked back at the afternoon sky, his tears falling. Andrea took a breath and flicked it. "We must immediately disassemble Renaldi!" mutilate.

Sunsets. Birds home. Then the tares subside. Adzan. Calm.

"You pray?" ask Ahmad.

Andrea nodded, "i'm a Muslim."

The two men went to a mosque near the cafe.

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Under the sky of the Maghrib, near the merchants on the edge of the mosque, Andrea and Ahmad were enjoying cassava compotes after the Maghrib prayers congregated.

"After a long time, only this time I came again to the mosque," said Andrea then ate a cassava compote that stayed a little more.

"When is the last time to go to the mosque?" ahmad asked after drinking water.

"Mmmm, maybe eight or nine, ..."

"Day?" ask Ahmad.

Andrea scratched her head, "year," she said shyly.

"Astaghfirullah," Ahmad chuckled, trying to keep Andrea from feeling isolated. "Where is it? In Jakarta there are many mosques, really."

"Too busy at work. Every week almost go home to go outside, so there's no time."

"Astaghfirullah, Dre. We are, yes, to be equal between the world and the hereafter. Do not be next to heavy. Our purpose was not to be rich, but to worship Allah" Ahmad said softly.

"If I had met a godly person like you before, I might not have forgotten the afterlife like this."

"It is never too late, God will always open the door for His servants to return."

"Where to go back?" asked Andrea plain.

"To the right path,"

"Hihi," Andrea giggled.

A moment of silence, there was only the sound of crickets.

"You deserve to be Risa's husband" said Andrea.

"Hopefully" replied Ahmad and then again drank water.

Tiiing, Andrea's phone rang, she immediately picked it up.

"Hello, .. okay okay, I'm going there now," he said, then returned the phone to his shirt pocket.

"Eu, yeah, I came back first, yeah. Suddenly meeting." Andrea patted Ahmad on the shoulder then stood up and went to pay for his cassava compote. "I paid for it" he continued.

"Synukron,"

"That means?"

"Thank you,"

Andrea patted the eel, "hahaha, okay okay." Abdrea answered and got into the car.

"Assalamu'alaikum" said Ahmad then smiled.

"Eh, hehe, wa'alaikumussalam," replied Andrea and then closed the door to his car.

"Don't forget that Dre, it must be balanced," said Ahmad half-cried.

"Okay," Andrea replied, the car drove away. "Oh yes, if you need my help to find out about the problem, call me right away."

"Ready" replied Ahmad.

Ngeng, the car drove.

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Risa has arrived at Renaldi's apartment. Renaldi has many apartments in Indonesia. Most of them are in Jakarta, the apartment that Risa now lives in is very large and nice. And certainly expensive.

Risa was standing in the doorway, in front of her was Renaldi.

"Thank you, yes" said Risa and smiled.

Renaldi raised a few eyebrows, "yes Ris, what doesn't make you." Goda.

Risa bit her lower lip then stared at the atmosphere of her apartment.

"Risa, I'll take responsibility and marry you." Renaldi said in silence that night.

Risa turned her head towards Renaldi then looked at him. Actually, he also does not know who the child he contains. He had never felt in contact with anyone. Renaldi Included. Never does.

"I don't want to talk about it, now I want to rest, thanks you're good with me."

Renaldi nodded, "okay, I'm home. Take care of your health, yes. If there's anything call me immediately." Renaldi said, attention-grabbing.

Risa nodded. "Yes, I'm in, yeah." He then went inside the apartment and closed the door. "Bye," he shouted slowly.

Renaldi waved his hand with a smile.

Risa leaned behind the door and then sat weakly. Her tears came back.

"Mother, Risa is kangen with Mommy," he said.

"When I recover, I want to remember all my past. Who is this kid really?"

"I'm not married."

"Yet. Yep! Not yet."

"Keep this son of whoaaa?" Risa sobbed then hugged herself.

"Say Renaldi is his son, .. I mean now I'm a dirty woman. I am no longer holy. I sin!!!" he continued shouting and then hit the floor. He came back crying.

"I don't want to keep believing this!!!" Risa yelled again then pushed the suitcase beside her.

He wiped his tears with his right hand, and there was a ring on one of his fingers.

Risa looked at the ring carefully, there was the inscription 'Ahmad-Risa' there. His head feels dizzy.

He felt something in his head, a lot of time.

"Aw," cried Risa. "Sakiit,"

A white shadow flashed across his head, the woman who was sitting in a place with the man was cawing at his memory.

Risa banged her head then immediately looked for the medicine inside the bag. His tears are still flowing.

Risa is not strong anymore, she has trouble finding medicine and drinking water.

"Arghh," he cried again and then closed his eyes.

And on the other hand, Ahmad had not fallen asleep. He was worried, many times he walked back and forth in his room. He tried to drink a glass of warm water, but still his feelings were upset.

Ahmad opened the curtains of his glass door and stood on the balcony. He looked at the sky of Jakarta which was very dark, there were no stars there.

"Astaghfirullahal 'adziim, laa illaa ha illa an'ta subhaanaka inni kun'tu Minadzdzaalimiin, '" many times he also dhikr trying to eliminate his obstinacy.

"O Allah, protect Ama. Don't let him be in constant pain, heal him O God" he whispered, then sat on a chair by the glass door of the balcony.

Ahmad lifted his face and closed his eyes. Then again he muttered dzikir. "laa illa ha illa an'ta subhaanaka inni kun'tu Minadzdzaalimiin," many times until he fell asleep in that chair. Her tears came out and wet her cheeks. Be a witness of his longing for Allah, the Apostle and Risa; his wife.

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Risa sat on the garden chair. I think he's been here before, but I don't know when.

Risa has just realized, if she is now wearing a hijab. Cool as it felt, Risa let the hijab stick close her aura.

Suddenly a man sat beside her and smiled cheerfully.

Then the man reached for Risa's fingers and showed her something. In her hand was the same ring that Risa was wearing.

"Who are you?" tanyakanya. "Why are our rings the same?"

"Maybe we're a fool." Answer the man.

"Your name must be Risa" he continued.

"Why do you know?" risa asked, it felt like she had experienced this situation, and it felt like she had gotten this kind of question, but where? He forget.

Risa lowered her head, holding her head in pain. After the pain was reduced, he turned back to the man. But he disappeared somewhere.

"Hey, where are you going?" risa shouted and then stood looking for the whereabouts of the man earlier.

Risa walked through the park, without realizing it, she stepped on something that made her almost fall, but someone helped her.

"Who are you?" risa asked with withered eyes, the man's face was too glare, making him unable to catch the mysterious face.

"I love your halal," he smiled gently again and disappeared.

Risa blinked her eyes, she took a breath and then blinked her eyes again.

"Why am I here?" tanyanya. It turned out that this was just a dream. Risa woke up from her sleep, it hurt so much, she slept on the floor near the entrance last night.

He pulled his hair strong, hoping that the pain would lessen, but in vain. "Who is that man? Why do I know him?"

Risa tried to stand up and refresh herself into the bathroom.

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Connect .. pity also yes Risa. I actually sprained him, but this episode really pity him. I think he's under a lot of stress. Oh yeah, don't forget to support me with the same like vote comment. Plisss, help me. Thanks for stopping by.

Friday, 08 May 2020

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