The Blocked Love of Amnesia
Twenty-three: Renaldi's Application, Three Months of Marriage and Accident

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Risa is looking at herself in the mirror. He's not comfortable tonight. He had dinner from Renaldi this afternoon. She said she wanted to say something to Risa. Something important.

Risa tonight there is no taste in wearing a dress that is rather open gift from Renaldi. It feels hot and uncomfortable. As a result Risa decided to wear a long-sleeved blazer so that her shoulders can be covered.

She was embarrassed to look at herself in front of the mirror. It feels very open because it does not wear a head covering. Risa remembers her mother and father who are gone.

"Sorry Risa, Mom, sir. Risa has not covered it yet," said Risa then tidied her hair.

Tok to tok. Apartment door knocked. Risa immediately prepares the liver, so that it can be calm and dinner may run smoothly.

Risa opened the door. Renaldi with an extraordinary appearance was already pecking with a smile on the doorstep.

"Sorry Ren, I'm wearing this, because I'm cold" he said lying as he touched the blazer he was wearing.

"No papa, anyways you're more beautiful using the blazer," Renaldi's tease makes Risa smile. His heart still cluttered in chaos. I don't know why this happened. Usually when he is with Renaldi he feels comfortable and happy. But this time it felt different.

Renaldi grabbed Risa's hand. "Come, dinner is waiting" he said, then smiled.

Risa nodded, and her heart still felt chaotic. His hand was held by Renaldi. Lisa felt this was not a good thing.

They arrive at the apartment restaurant that has been given beautiful decoration by Renaldi and his apartment crew. Risa's eyes were round in amazement at that beautiful place. This time she was treated like a queen.

Renaldi allowed Risa to sit on a chair that had been covered in a lacy white cloth and there was a flower decoration underneath. In front of Risa was a small love-shaped table. There was a red rose with a stalk and a leaf. It's exquisite.

Risa stared at the ceiling, there were decorations of roses and fake flowers in gold. Many golden candles surround the place. Wild ordinary indaaah once, Risa was amazed by all this.

"You likey?" asked Renaldi then looked at Risa with a smile.

Risa returned Renaldi's gaze warmly. "I love it, thank you, yes" he replied, then returned a smile from Renaldi.

JLEB.

Far away on the other end, there was a man whose heart was scarred by what he saw at the moment. He dropped the bouquet of flowers weakly. Her tears came out.

He's Ahmad. Yes, Ahmad is Risa's legal husband. Ahmad had gone here because he wanted to give Risa flowers because it was now three months of their marriage. But what is he seeing now? His wife was alone with another man.

Ahmad knew Risa was having amnesia. But it hurt to see him, Ahmad's lips shook as well as his hands. He clenched strong. He must be able to maintain emotions. God will surely give happiness to him with Risa later.

Ahmad took back the flowers and turned around. He left the flower to the receptionist, and gave her the mandate to give the flower to Risa.

Ahmad left, with an overwhelming raging feeling.

And Risa. Suddenly his heart felt bad again, there was a lump of weirdness in it. Butwhat? He was happy to get a surprise from Renaldi. Why is he feeling so nervous now.

"Why you?" ask Renaldi.

"I'm dizzy" replied Risa..

"Yes, now you've got a rest."

"But the dinner?" Risa feels bad to see this beautiful dinner show that Renaldi suckkam for her.

"We can have dinner together another time, the most important thing now is you. I don't want to see you sick. Wrong me too, you're still not fit even I'm eating."

"You don't beat yourself up,"

"Let me take you,"

Risa nodded, "thank you, Ren," he exclaimed.

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Risa cries after Renaldi breaks down. Restless and restless. That's what he's going through right now. Risa's looking for her phone. He needs a friend to talk to, he hasn't talked to Ita in a long time. In the office, he never saw her again.

Risa tried calling Ita. However, he did not pick up, so he decided to send a voice message.

"Ta, I need temen, I beg you to come here huh."

Risa saves her phone back and returns daydreaming.

Tok to tok. The door of his apartment was knocked down after a long time the room was quiet. Risa walked quickly to open the door. He thought it was Ita.

"Sir, this is a flower delivery." The receptionist said.

It's not Ita. Risa disappointed.

"From who? Renaldi?" tanya Risa then received the bouquet of flowers.

"No, but from the man who was about to meet Risa's mother."

"Whose name?"

"Lacking to know, Ma'am. But his features were he was tall, sharp, handsome, and his face was like an Arab,"

"Ahmad?" ask Risa to make sure.

"Hehe, less know, Ma'am. Yes, I've said yes, Mother."

"Thank you, yes," cried Risa.

"Together."

Risa kept the flower on her bed.

"Obsolute of Arabs?" muttered. "Just Ahmad is a man who looks like an Arab and knows me. What's he sending flowers to?" tanyakanya.

Risa looked at the flower. Beautiful and fragrant, Risa likes it. And his eyes found a piece of paper in the bouquet with the words "Alhamdulillah, three months. From Aba unuk Ama,"

"Three months?" tanya Risa then laid herself on the bed. "What three months?" mumbling again.

It was silent for a few seconds, and the apartment door was knocked back. How surprised he was when he saw Ita behind the door. Risa immediately hugged Ita. He was so happy to meet his best friend.

"Itaa, I'm scared, Ta. I have to, I think I'm crazy now. I feel strange about my life, help me, Taa," cried Risa.

Ita stroked Risa's head, her tears spilled.

"I'm sorry, Risa. It should fit you like this I'm near you, I'm sorry."

Risa invites Ita to chat in the apartment garden, there the atmosphere is calmer and beautiful with an open night view.

"Ta, what do you think I should do now?"

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Thursday, 21 May 2020

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