Dear, Soul!!

Letters

Still as usual, today Fauzi still entered work and did all his work quickly so that he could finish early so that he could go home sooner than usual. Occasionally Fauzi opened his cell phone to monitor the state of his wife through CCTV. But it can no longer be as often as it used to be, because Fauzi's work became more after holding a joint meeting of other company directors when the cooperation agreement took place.

Salwa who lives in her own home, more often do the things she has done, then done again. The last time that became a routine Salwa activity, was to dismantle his closet and rearrange his clothes, and it is still very often Salwa do now.

Although his memory and other survival skills slowly decline and get worse, Salwa's memory and thoughts still sometimes return to normal as usual, and when his rational mind comes to the surface, Salwa will do activities like a mother who is fine. Although the more days, the less often the rational mind appears.

As was the case this morning, his mind returned to normal for a while so he cleaned his house as usual. Tiredness began to approach him after he finished walking down his house with a broom.

Salwa immediately cleanses his body, so that if the sticky taste of sweat that is drained from cleaning it, it immediately disappears.

Women who usually just clean the closet all day, today it becomes normal. Either because of the drugs that have been helping him, or there are new impulses that send things like this to his brain cells that are getting increasingly rough at work.

Salwa sat down at the dresser, tidying her hair and rubbing some cream on her face. If only her husband was not busy at this time, and monitoring his wife from her cell phone connected to her home cctv, surely she would be very happy.

The eyes that had been glued to some of the makeup tools on the table were available in his room, accidentally distracted by plastic lying on the same table.

“What is this?” salwa muttered as she grabbed the plastic bag and began to examine it.

“Medicine? Whose medicine?” Ask again while opening drugs that are not one type of it.

Salwa was a little surprised when she found her name on the medicine. He who thought he was fine now never expected to have that much medicine to consume.

It flashed for a moment in his memory, as he drank some medicine at Fauzi's persuasion.

“Ah yes, it looks like I have taken medicine.”

The woman with a hazy memory, began to check what drugs were given to her so far.

If it was Salwa before, he would easily know what medicine he was holding right now. He also felt a little confused, when his memory could not remember the indications of the medicine he was holding.

Salwa switched to taking her cell phone which she put on the bed before she went into the bathroom to clean up her previous body. He started to open a Google browser and tried to find out the indications of the drug intended for him.

Salwa was so surprised when the internet presented facts about drugs that were searched just now. Salwa repeatedly made sure her sense of sight to see whether the article about the drug was plastered on her phone screen. He even turned off his phone, then opened it again and searched for information about the drug. And again the one he encountered, was the same result of the quest he had done before.

Salwa's tears trickled, some small memories of her that began to change, came to the surface as if to prove the truth of what was already in the google search for her.

Salwa's memories that appear one by one it gives a blow to him. Her tears slowly trickled down as her memories touched of her forgetting her life one by one, and made her only little daughter become frightened by her anger. But her tears became more and more so when her memory of him forgetting her status and marriage approached.

Salwa moved from her seat, took a few steps back with her tears rushing down, covered her mouth with both hands and occasionally shook her head as if wanting to deny the truth about her current life.

Salwa fell down, crying. He who is aware of himself who is being grogoti by Alzheimer's is very difficult to hold back. Her crying filled her room.

Fauzi stretched his body after finishing some documents about the new project he was running right now. Having to stay focused on work while his wife who really needs attention as well, really drain a lot of energy.

Fauzi grabbed his phone, again wanting to see what the woman he loved was doing, through CCTV connected to his phone.

The man with legs that level changed the sitting position that had been leaning casually on the back of the sofa, now uphold his seat. Fauzi did not find Salwa's position, although he had replaced the displays of all CCTV installed in his house.

Fauzi tried calling Salwa's phone, but there was no answer. Fauzi then switched to calling the home phone at his house, and again there was no answer from there.

There was nothing else Fauzi thought about other than his wife.worry began to take hold of him, and fear began to cloud his feelings. He rushed back to his house and left work.

Fauzi hastily entered the house, looking for the whereabouts of his wife that he could not see through CCTV.

“Salwa..” Call Fauzi as he runs towards his room.

Fauzi who did not find Salwa's whereabouts back around his body quickly and again looking for the position of his wife's whereabouts.

“Honey, I'm home. Where are you?”

Not once had Fauzi surrounded his house in search of his wife, it had been like this before, and the same painful feeling that it was now haunting him.

“Salva.. Where are you?????”

Fauzi still continued to search by occasionally calling out the name of his soulmate, but still he did not get an answer like before.

Fauzi again called Salwa's number, it was possible that this time he could get an answer from there.

Fauzi quickly turned his head, as he heard the ringing of Salwa's cell phone, the sound coming from their bedroom. Fauzi had searched there before, but he went back to the room to make sure. His footsteps followed the direction of the source of his wife's cell phone ringtone.

Fauzi quickened his pace towards the ringing phone. Not only was there a cell phone there, a letter was there as well.

Feeling increasingly anxious, the man in a daze looked for his wife, grabbing a handwritten paper that he knew well that it was his wife's handwriting.

His heart ached, the paper he was clenched with as a result of his impulsively clasping hand after reading the message his wife had given him in the letter. His tears flowed even more profusely, impregnating his feelings that were being stoned profusely.

“Why is it like this?? Where are you now???” Fauzi fizzled with her voice that held back the pain.

That good proportion of the body, flipped quickly and rushed to find his wife who was out of nowhere.