Dear, Soul!!

The existence of Karin

Again, Fauzi brought Mikayla to play at her parents' house. Mikayla was used to living in her grandmother's house, even Fauzi had difficulty picking up Mikayla home several times, because Mikayla often refused to go home from her grandmother's house. Mikayla's desire to stay, plus the support of her parents while holding her granddaughter, made it even harder for Fauzi to persuade Mikayla to come home.

Mikayla enjoys playing at Fauzi's parents' house, just as happy as she is when she visits Salwa's parents' house. It's just that, because Afifah is currently living temporarily at Fauzi's parents' house during her husband's leave, it makes Mikayla feel at home there, because there is Naila his playmate.

Obviously Fauzi felt bad about always leaving his daughter, but the bad feeling was nothing compared to the pleasure of seeing his happy parents every time the only grandson visited.

Fauzi and Salwa arrived at a restaurant not far from where they lived. Since now is lunch time, the restaurant is filled with visitors. Either the right stop to fill the stomach during the day, or just have an appointment at the restaurant.

It was clear to Fauzi how his wife was pleased. Maybe because his wife had been living at home for too long, so he felt happy when he was outside.

“What do you want to order, baby?” ask Fauzi while thrusting a menu book at Salwa.

Salwa grabbed the menu book that Fauzi gave her. Salwa stared at the menu book for so long, as if she was thinking about something by looking at the menu book.

“Why dear? What are you confused about eating?”

Salwa was silent, and Fauzi's question passed without response, with no reply from Salwa.

“Sayang.”

What caught Salwa's attention in the menu book, she continued to look at the menu book regardless of Fauzi's call.

“Sayang..??”

Fauzi called while touching his wife's hand, trying to resuscitate her for his call.

Salwa turned her head, looked at Fauzi for a moment then looked back at the menu book.

“What's up? Why the same menu book? Confused what message?”

“Order?” salwa asked again, with her gaze beginning to be confused.

“I mean order food dear.”

Salwa fell silent again, and stared at the menu book.

“Why baby?”

Slowly Salwa lifted the menu book she was holding.

“This what? Why did you give this to me earlier?”

Hearing Salwa's question, the pain again hit her feelings. Fauzi was again made aware of his wife's deteriorating situation.

Fauzi only smiled faintly at his wife's question, slowly exhaling a long breath and patiently went back to explaining to his wife.

“Honey.. This is a menu book, we will again want to eat. This you see, there are several types of food listed here right? So, what do we choose to eat?”

Salwa was silent for a moment, showing her a serious expression listening to Fauzi's explanation.

“Ah yes.. I-i know. How I got confused like this anyway.” Salwa chuckled, realizing that she was confused about something that many people already knew.

“So what do you want to eat dear?”

Salwa looked back at the menu book while thinking, what kind of cuisine will please her throat and taste buds.

It had been eight minutes, and Salwa still had not made her choice, making Fauzi who was initially patient waiting finally return to question his wife.

“Honey, so what do you want to eat?”

Salwa averted her gaze from the menu book, raised her head and looked at Fauzi.

“You are the one who chose. I was confused to choose which one” complained Salwa while giving the menu book that had been held earlier, back to Fauzi.

Fauzi grabbed the menu book. He recalled again the words of the doctor that there will be a time later, where his wife is difficult to determine something, even for a choice that is not difficult.

“Then I order food that you usually eat only?”

Salwa just nodded with a smile, Fauzi smiled back.

Although sometimes Salwa is difficult to be invited to tell stories, but Fauzi relentlessly and tirelessly still invite his wife to communicate, he said, to train Salwa's verbal abilities while helping Salwa to still be able to remember their past memories.

Salwa can still respond to some of the stories that Fauzi presents, but some others, already need repeated explanations so that Salwa can remember. Even so, Fauzi still tried his best so that his wife could remember their memories together. Every day Fauzi would tell the same thing continuously, until Salwa rebuked that he had heard the story, then Fauzi replaced it with another story. Like that every day, Fauzi's efforts in helping his wife can survive with his memory.

Fauzi paused for a moment, as someone interrupted Fauzi's story.

“It just so happened that we met here?”

“I can join you guys yes.”

Not yet Fauzi or Salwa welcome, Karin has taken a position sitting on an empty seat between Fauzi and Salwa.

“You often eat here?”

“So well, only occasionally” Fauzi replied.

Karin just smiled a little got Fauzi's short answer, and turned to look at Salwa who was looking at her in confusion.

“This wife's husband, the model exactly once. The first time he met Fauzi first, he also looked at me with the same gaze as Salwa ngeliat I now”

Fauzi only listened to Karin who slowly started babbling.

“You also don't remember me??”

Fauzi spontaneously looked at Karin. The word remembering that was addressed to Salwa, very sensitive to Fauzi. while Salwa, just shook his head in response to Karin's question.

“Hm reasonable anyway.” complained Karin a little disappointed.

“Sorry.” Salwa. The first word Salwa said since Karin joined their table.

“Ah, it's okay. I am Karin, your upperclassman,” Karin said as she channeled her hand.

“Karin? Class brother??” Salwa asked in confusion.

Fauzi began to worry, while he did not know what to do to stop the conversation that had been going on.

Karin was a little awkward to see the hand he had raised, but did not get a response from Salwa to regret it, but only a question of reply he got.

Seeing Karin's expression, Fauzi again directed Salwa. Fauzi did not want to, Karin so wrongly thought to Salwa.

“Honey, salami first hand Karin.”

Karin turned to look at Fauzi with a slightly surprised look. When things begin, Fauzi must direct Salwa.

Gaining direction from Fauzi, Salwa slowly raised her hand and greeted Karin with a smile.

“I Salwa.” Salwa replied with her unrelenting smile she showed as a sign of her hospitality.

Karin only smiled slightly in her confusion.

“You really don't remember me? I'm your upperclassman” asked Karin once again to clarify.

“Today, we haven't seen you in 10 years. It is natural that Salwa has forgotten” Sela Fauzi with a smile. He interrupts Karin's question so as not to add to his wife's confusion. Unfortunately, Fauzi was a little late, Salwa was already interested to remember Karin.

“Your class boys? Who're you?”

“Yes, you're with Fauzi”

“I'm with Fauzi??” salwa asked again, which made Karin start to get confused.

“I-iya.. The three of us are alumni. You-you don't remember??”

Fauzi was silent, not knowing what to interrupt. He could have invited Salwa's annoyance if he interjected again, while Salwa looked curious to be able to remember Karin.

“We are one school? From the same alumni?” salwa asked Fauzi.

Karin half-turned on hearing Salwa's question.

*Can he forget something like this? I understand that he doesn't remember me. But, how could she also forget that she was an alumni with her husband.

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