Dear, Soul!!
I Believe U
More and more days, more and more surprises that Salwa presented to Fauzi.and today, the surprises that she gave not only to her husband, but also to her mother.
Fauzi had to endure extreme pain, when his wife no longer remembered the status that bound them. His memories go back in the past, where they were still dating back then.
Her mother was so confused by what Salwa said this morning. Some strange thing especially that was disturbing in his memory this morning, until he forgot the status with his husband. In confusion, his mother still tried to explain and give understanding to his daughter to recall, what status had tied him to Fauzi, who so surprised him this morning with the presence beside him.
Salwa slowly realized that she was already Fauzi's wife, although she was not so sure. Salwa slowly walked towards the door. Silent for a moment in front of the door and hesitantly shrouded in confusion, Salwa unlocked and turned the door hinge. Until he pulled and saw Fauzi's face with tears that flooded his face.
“Sayang..”.
When those eyes that were flooded with clear tears caught his wife's whereabouts, he hugged releasing all his anxiety.
“We're married?” salwa asked in confusion in Fauzi's increasingly tight embrace.
“Iya darling.. We already married”
“When??”
The tears were pouring more and more as his wife questioned their happy day. The day that made them so happy was once, it could be erased from Salwa's memory, further making Fauzi fear of him who could one day also be forgotten.
Fauzi hugged Salwa even tighter.
“We're married baby, we're married. You must remember that we are married, please do not forget it”
Repeatedly Fauzi said so that his wife could instill about their status in his memory. But such a thing will not have an effect on the memory of Salwa which is increasingly declining.
Fauzi took off his embrace, then directed his wife back into the room.
Fauzi began to open their closet, taking out everything related to their wedding. Salwa, sitting on the edge of the bed, watched Fauzi, who was busy to the right and to the left, pick up all the objects that would have evoked his wife's memory of their marriage.
“Darling, you see this? This is the dress you wore at our wedding reception” Fauzi said as she lifted the nude dress in front of Salwa. “And you wear custom dress time.” Fauzi hurried to put down the dress she was holding and switched to lifting a large frame containing their photos on the wedding day. “This is the shirt you used when we agreed, but you do not have this shirt, because it is not provided for us”
Salwa only notices Fauzi, whether Fauzi can explain it, or just watch Fauzi explain everything.
“This is the sandal you wear, and this is the bando of the bride you desperately mita as MUAnya until they give to you”
Fauzi explained with teary eyes. He never thought there would be a day when he would have to explain all the details about their wedding.
Fauzi switched to taking albums, opening one photo at a time while explaining the circumstances of that time to his wife. Fauzi continued to explain with his tears that did not stop flowing even though he always ca.
Slowly Salwa approached and hugged Fauzi warmly. Again Fauzi's tears flowed, while gasping back to hug his wife.
“Honey, do you remember??”
“Not”
Salwa's answer once again gave a shot on target about Fauzi's heart.
“I don't remember, but I trust”
Fauzi was silent, only her cries were still she could bear to keep from exploding.
“I believe what you said. If you say we're married, yes I believe it. I'm happy, too, though I don't remember that we're married, but I'm happy to know that we're married. I love Ozi”
Fauzi's tears are flowing. The pain is endless, but also mixed with happiness and haru. He was so sick to know the facts about his wife who did not remember the status of those who had married even though he had already pointed out all the things related to their marriage. But the feeling of haru and happy also took the role of fulfilling his feelings, when the beloved wife still believes in him even though in his memory is no longer the moment of their marriage, but also their marriage, also the word of love that is still his wife expressed sincerely.
“Yes is fine too. You can't force your memory to remember everything, so all you have to do is believe in me, and continue to love me.” Fauzi's pinta with tears she can't stop.
Salwa hugged her husband, not responding with a single word.
“You must continue to love me Salwa, you must trust me”
There was no response from Salwa.
“Sayang.. You heard me, right???” asked Fauzi while wanting to take off his embrace to resuscitate Salwa who again did not listen to him. But not yet Fauzi took off his embrace, Salwa quickly pulled him back.
“I'm sorry, baby.. I'm sorry.”
“I'm sorry for having forgotten our happy moment. I'm sorry.”
Salwa's cry broke out instantly, her embrace becoming tighter.
“Ka-you remember? Remember our wedding??” ask Fauzi.
Slowly Salwa stretched her arms.
“I'm sorry.” said Salwa lowered her head with her flowing tears.
“It's okay, it's okay to forget, as long as you now remember”
“Salwa just nodded”
“Content for remembering it”
Fauzi hugged his wife, who was inundated with tears.
Fauzi knew that the more things would be erased from his wife's memory, and the more injuries he would feel. He realized that he could not force his wife to remember all the memories they had gone through, even though in Fauzi's heart he was still very hopeful that his wife could still remember their happy memories.
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Fauzi sat pensively on the edge of his bed, his mind divided. He still has a hard time accepting his wife's situation that is getting worse and worse, also refusing to believe that someday, he will be forgotten by his wife. While his wife was taking a shower to calm her feelings of heartache after realizing that she had forgotten at a special moment in her life.
The phone that Fauzi put on the bedside table rang, one incoming call from her mother-in-law.
“Iya Mother.” Answer Fauzi.
“Nak, where are you?”
“I'm home, Mom. What's up?”
“You guys okay?”
His mother's question seemed to understand their current situation.
“I-iya, we are fine, Bu”
“Thank God. Mom was made dizzy with Salwa just now. Maybe he's having a nightmare or something. She called Mom while apologizing because she slept with you”
Slowly Fauzi's tears trickled down, remembering what happened to her this morning.
“He thinks you're still dating. Ck the boy, he is still the same as before, his feelings like to be carried away with his dreams”
Fauzi was increasingly impervious, his tears continued to flow, until the sound of his sobs was heard from across the phone by his mother-in-law.
“Fauzi, you why son? What's up??”
Fauzi's cry grew even more so when he heard the question from his mother-in-law. I don't know how many tears Fauzi has shed today, counted from this morning.
“Fauzi?? answer Iu”
Fauzi wiped his tears. He realized, he would not be able to hide the situation of Salwa from his mother-in-law. Salwa was their only daughter, and her in-laws were entitled to know the circumstances of Salwa.
“Salwa hurts, Bu”
“What?”
