Best Defense

Confusing

...Sean Danial Warner POV's....

I'm still thinking about what the doctor said last night that Franda had dissociative amnesia or something. This happens because Franda tries to block information related to trauma or stress. This will make him unable to remember important personal information that is usually rarely forgotten by most people.

There was a speck of relief that appeared in the corner of my heart when the doctor said Franda's memory was still there, but it was stored deeply in his mind and could not be remembered. But the memory can reappear by itself or after being triggered by something around it. For me it's good enough, it doesn't matter if I have to wait some time until he remembers me.

Franda also had a series of tests to find out if there was something wrong with her brain or not, and I am grateful that she is fine, all the test results show no problems in her brain.

At the moment Franda is not as confused as last night but she remains wary and keeps her distance from me. I just told her about our relationship and introduced all the family members by showing them the family photos stored on my phone, and now I'm waiting for her to respond to my story.

"So, you're my husband?" I looked up at Franda. He grinned, displaying his rows of white and clean teeth while his eyes looked at me. "I'm sorry, I mean.. You know, I can't just believe you, right?" He scanned my body, stripped me naked with sharp eyes, then he clucked.

I snorted in annoyance, without trying to sound friendly, I replied to him cynically. "What do you really want to ask?" I muttered while sticking my back roughly on the back of the chair.

"Look at you, boy." Franda's watching me again. "Ckckck, from any side, there is no match between us. Do you know Marsha and the Bear?" I'm nodding. "That's how we look now." He seemed to be holding back a laugh, not stopping to pay attention to me.

"Once again, I'm sorry, I think we should be honest about this." He's cleared his throat. "Listen..maybe we are husband and wife, but I'm sure there's something wrong with me when I accept you. Do you remember anything? Like, hit my head or something?"

Oh, my God, what the hell! Did she just say she was sorry for marrying me? Can amnesia make a person change and regret their life? I know Franda is losing her memory, but this is outrageous. This cannot be accepted with common sense.

How am I going to survive if it's like this? For God's sake, this is not what I asked for in my prayers last night. Right now I should be having fun celebrating his consciousness, but why would it even be like this?

Now her face was blatantly showing a change in expression in the most shocking way. "Hungry." He glanced at the nightstand, his eyes twinkling at the burger I had eaten a while ago. I forgot about the burger because Franda urged me to tell her about our relationship.

As fast as lightning his hand reached for the burger and immediately bit off one large bite. I was just gawking at watching it that greedy. Franda wasn't a typical foodgirl, barely caring about food even though she was starving though, but what I just saw was completely different. He's not like the Franda I know, rather he's not Franda.

For a moment I thought about whether reincarnation really exists, I mean, it's weird. Really weird. He tried to commit suicide, then went into a coma for four days, then woke up and did not remember anything, even now his behavior changed. Did he experience a soul exchange or something? Oh my God, don't let that happen.

"You're making me sick, Franda." I said with frustrated eyes, but she looked relaxed. Not returning my words and focusing on finishing his burger.

After she put the rest of the burger in hand into her mouth, Franda moved her hand forward and stopped right in front of my nose. "Why?" I was surprised while frowning.

With his mouth still full of food, he answered me. "...." she said, but there was not a word I could hear because the food was still stuffing her mouth

"I don't understand what you're saying."

I waited while gulping down a few times until he finally swallowed his food. "Clean my hand." he muttered as he shook his hand in front of my face.

I glared in disbelief at what I saw, she casually rubbed her hands full of sauce onto my clothes before I could answer her words. I was just about to curse at him, but he preceded me. "You're slow with a body this big, bear. You should diet to move faster, or at least you can exercise a little."

"But don't worry. Since you said we're married, I'll help you later. You need a trainer to train your muscles so you can move around agilely, and I'll be your trainer." Franda patted her hands on my chest. Then he retreated and sat leaning on the head of the hospital bed. "I asked for wet paper" he said, and I didn't like this. No matter if he is sick or even dying, he still has to have ethics.

I stared intently at him with both hands perched on either side of my hips. "Franda," called me in a tone that I deliberately suppressed so that he would slightly reduce his teaching attitude. "I don't know if amnesiacs forget their manners, too, but let me tell you now." My face suddenly turned more serious. "When you need something, and you want someone else to give it to you, say 'please'. That's your first lesson, Franda."

He laughed, throwing me with a pillow. I don't know what my face looks like right now, but it must be terrible. I was really upset with her and wanted to abuse her this very second, but again she interrupted me.

"Your face is like fire, bear. I think I can ripen the meat there." Franda laughed again, louder. "Don't be too serious. You're making me doubt my marriage to you even more if you do. I mean, Oh my God... Did I marry a robot? It's ridiculous." He paused for a moment.

"Please my shirt." I stepped in in annoyance to pick up his shirt, then returned to give him his shirt. But he threw it back, landed right in my face. "I want a big one. Lend me your shirt."

I wanted to curse as soon as he threw the shirt in my face, but I was happy for a moment because at least he remembered his habit of wearing my shirt at home, and it made me quite proud.

I can't imagine our next days. Perhaps it would be full of chaos considering Franda was now incarnated into another woman, she changed in an instant. And I don't know how long I'll have to deal with this new soul. However, no matter what, I was really happy that Franda had come to her senses from the coma, and her soul was not shaken. That's more than enough.