About the Heart

Rud's Memory

Dion PoV's

The news of Rud's release is the happiness we've wanted to hear since the shocking kidnapping. To you, I informed you as soon as Ms. Sharika called me. You feel relieved and I am the same. But suddenly Sharika came back to call me less than half an hour before the office hours came home. He wanted to meet me but without your presence. It's strange!

"What's up, Ma'am?" I wonder I can't keep getting quiet.

"It's Rud's problem" replied Brother Sharika with a flat voice.

"Is there anything that's not okay with her?" I just feel the awkwardness again.

"Go back to the office here, aja!" pinta Mbak Sharika who makes me wonder.

What the hell is going on? What reality is hidden? Why not just say it frankly? Why ...?

*****

As soon as I told you I couldn't pick you up after work, I called Aryan. The figure I trust for you to come home with him. The man I used to hunt blindly twice and now I trust. As she said that wanting to be a big brother to the three of us, I could feel the sincerity of her request.

"My wife will go home together, don't be teased, yeah!" take it and threaten it.

"If you don't believe me, you doubt my sincerity to be your sister" she said lightly.

"If I had any doubts, I wouldn't have allowed him to come home with you. I was just anticipating a khilaf, however you are a man lacking the affection of a partner," my ridicule which of course contained a joke.

"If I want to be quiet I am also picky, times," he said.

"Pick Tya Gunawan?" godaku's.

"Aseeemm ... Why should he? His aggressiveness gave me goosebumps" said Aryan who made me laugh.

Aren't most men fond of seductive women. His manly instincts will bend to his knees in a sensual style that simmers faith.

Logic does not play and lust controls self.

"Is not your true incompetence to be avenged by a long shift" I chanted again.

"Tampering once again, your wife will be the one I took long shift," checkmate Aryan who made me curse.

"If you dare, I'll make sure you get your ass hit by Tya tomorrow morning" I said before hanging up the phone unilaterally.

******

After hanging up Aryan's phone, I immediately prepared to go to Ma'am Sharika's boutique. Looking for answers to the riddle about Rud that my only sister is still hiding. Driving the car at medium speed, I cut the streets that are still empty. Only fifteen minutes drive, my car has arrived where I'm headed.

Park with lightning and immediately enter the place that became the pride of Mbak Sharika. Climb dozens of stairs to reach his room on the second floor. Knock on the half-open door and enter as soon as you see the owner of the room. Just stepping in, I had already directly rewarded him with a question.

"What's going on?" ask me before I can sit down.

"Sit, first!" pinta Ma'am Sharika who then I reply by sitting myself on the sofa.

"What do you want to drink?" ask Sharika then.

Sister Sharika sighed deeply. He grabbed his HP and then shifted a few times and punched out more than three times as well. Give it to me and tell me to see it. "Read it yourself!" later orders.

"White rooms?" I asked half a question after I started reading.

"Yes, Rud was isolated in the white room," replied Ma'am Sharika sadly.

Hearing the justification sentence from Sister Sharika, my bones instantly became fragile. It was heavy to sustain the tens of kilos of meat that wrapped my eel. I open the button of the shirt on my arm and roll it. Looking for a respite so that my choked breath can be a little free.

"Did Rud lose his memory?" the worst question I asked him.

All I know is that the white room is a torture chamber that targets the pain of the victim not on the physical but on the psychic. And the effect is not playful, can cause the victim to lose identity and numb the senses. In addition, the prisoner will have a deep trauma to the color white and lose his ability to recognize people he knows.

"To his knowledge, when he still can not be spoken to. Even though it was only a matter of days in it it seemed like Rud's psychic had been affected. The doctor continues to observe. Hopefully this is only a temporary trauma and ..," said Ms. Sharika stopped when a call came into her HP.

I watched Sharika's face carefully. There was shock and anxiety that loomed over him. He focused on listening to the caller. It's just that his movements make me very curious. I can't wait to tell him a lot of questions if the phone is closed.

I just opened my mouth to ask. Sharika's long breath undoes my intentions. Choose to wait for him to tell a story. I gulped down the mineral water on the table. Soaking up a dry esophagus because I keep talking.

"Rud lost his memory" Sharika began to open the story.

"What kind of amnesia did he suffer?" ask me to go further.

Again, Sharika gave her breath longer. "All the memories of his past are gone, except ...," pause, the sentence my brother did not continue that makes me more curious.

"Except what Mommy?" I can't wait for him to continue his sentence.

"Except about Rosa," continued Ms Sharika after sipping mineral water which was also on the table.

"Rose?" my ulama mentioned the name of my wife who became a name she could not forget despite being attacked by amnesia.

"Yes, his name was always mentioned in his unconscious. The doctor said it happened because of the great taste he had for your wife. Psychic pressure white room is not able to eliminate the memory of his love," explained Sister Sharika who made me gape in disbelief.

Is the name of Rosa in her heart? Is that how much love is attached to my Rosa? Until the horror of the room that is dominated by white can not whiten the name that is already embedded with the depth of taste, Rosa.

"Then?" I've been thinking about the negative things that are going to happen. Sacrifice that would cause hurt.

"The doctor said, if Rosa was always nearby, it would be able to heal her memory even though it took a long time. However, since we all know Rosa is married, that choice will not be a decision" Sharika explained, which made me friends with many words.

"Is there no other therapy besides Rosa?" ask me to get as detailed an answer as possible.

"Medical therapy as usual but will not be as much as if compared to the presence of Rosa on the side," said Mbak Sharika who made me more dilemma.

I pulled my hair rough. A hard reality. Between pity and the impossible to let go of something that has been grasped. Humanity or selfishness of the future.

"They didn't force Rosa, but they were afraid Rud would always look for your wife. Because in her memory, Rosa is her lover. The fact is reversed, if the reality is that he left Rosa, then all he remembers is Rosa leaving, and he will find her again" Sharika explained, which made me even more anxious.

Kusugar my hair for umpteenth time. Thinking there will be more difficult things that we will face. When he came to his senses, Rud took you back. Moreover, he lost his memory. Is this a big test before marriage?