Dear, Soul!!
Salwa Condition (1)
Fauzi who decided to resign from his job, finally took all his time to accompany and take care of his wife. Although very unwilling, Fauzi finally decided to bring Mikayla to live with her grandmother. Not because he is unable to take care of his wife and child, Fauzi just does not want the state of Salwa who forget everything affects the psiskis Mikayla. Fauzi didn't want to, there was a time Salwa would ask Mikayla about who Mikayla was. It was clear Mikayla would be hurt if she was questioned by her own mother.
The more days, Salwa's condition gets worse. Although Salwa looks fine in terms of physical, but something that became eraser in his brain more and more ferociously engulfed his memory, making Salwa often stare with a blank look, confused to move his body.
Things got worse, did not make Fauzi the husband give up. Even more and more days, Fauzi increasingly love his wife by trying to continue to help Salwa to still be able to live his daily life like normal people in general, although it is not an easy thing.
Now, it is not only Salwa's memory of her life that she slowly forgets, the mother of one child even begins to have trouble doing normal things in general.
Sometimes Salwa stands in the kitchen for a long time. He who was initially thirsty and intended to take a glass of water, when he arrived in the kitchen he began to be confused. Not that he forgot that he was thirsty and needed a drink, but he did not know what to do and how to get water.
This makes Fauzi have to be even more extra in taking care of his wife. Not only the memory of his wife who every day must Fauzi pacu, the movement and function of surrounding objects must also explain every day so that his wife can last longer.
It was not uncommon for Fauzi to be made exhausted by his wife's current state. The level of forgetfulness experienced by Salwa increasingly becomes so, making him often do something and forget to end it.
Once, where Salwa turned on the water tap and forgot to close it. Fauzi who just finished cleaning the front of the house, had to work again to clean the back because the water had begun to pool there.
Yes, Fauzi has now been formulated into a super male with energy that must always be ready to do anything if needed. He is the Anpaman for his beloved wife.
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The morning came after the black night had passed. Fauzi was awake, trying to gather his consciousness before starting his activities that would clearly be heavy today.
His wife's small, smooth hand was still perched on his waist, making Fauzi reluctant to move for fear that his wife would be disturbed if he moved his hand.
Fauzi looked at his wife's face with love. The woman who was sleeping soundly, as if she was fine if she looked like she was now. Face without make up but still look beautiful it, make Fauzi not bored-bosnya look at the face of his wife.
Passing about 15 minutes, the calm face that had become a spectacle of Fauzi, slowly conscious from his sleep.
“Good morning dear.” Sapa Fauzi, not forgetting to give a warm kiss on his wife's forehead.
Salwa who had just woken up, just stared at Fauzi without giving a response or reply to her husband's good morning.
“Who am I?” Tanya Fauzi, who realized that his wife had woken up in a state of forgetfulness about herself and her status.
Salwa was still silent, until she slowly smiled and answered Fauzi's question.
“Fauzi.” Salwa replied with a sweet smile. Fauzi smiled back.
Every morning, Fauzi would greet his wife as a welcome early in the day for the woman he loved. Fauzi also did not forget to always ask Salwa who he was and what his status was for Salwa. The thing he does regularly every morning is so that his beloved wife can train his memory and will not forget him. Although it only lasted for a moment, because every day Salwa still forgets her husband every time her husband is not within reach of her view.
Fauzi stood up and sat down, followed by Salwa.
“One more time dear. Who am I?” Fauzi asked as he gently grasped his wife's hand.
“Fauzi.” Salwa replied smiling.
“Who are you?”
“I Salwa.”
“Fauzi what is Salwa?”
“Ozi?? Ozi her boyfriend Salwa.” Salwa replied with sparkling eyes showing her that she was happy to acknowledge Fauzi as her lover.
Yes, not once twice did Salwa misremember. Within a month, perhaps about ten times she had forgotten that Fauzi was now her husband. His memories often play out at a time when they are still as a couple in a relationship.
Fauzi smile. “Not baby, I'm not your girlfriend anymore. I'm now your husband” Obviously Fauzi is trying to explain to his beloved wife.
Salwa stared fixedly, obviously for Fauzi she saw Salwa's confused gaze. Although sometimes Salwa can accept directly the fact that they are currently a couple when Fauzi straightened out the answer, but occasionally also Salwa still need extra explanation to convince that they are a couple now.
“Suami?” Salwa asked in confusion.
“Iya dear, now I am your husband.”
Fauzi moved slightly, grabbing an album that he always put on his bedside table. The album, which was once neatly placed in a closet, is now stored closer, so it is no longer difficult if he has to explain the situation to Salwa through photographic evidence.
Fauzi slowly opened the album and showed Salwa some photos. An album that is now filled with sticky notes that contain some explanations and certain moments.
“Look dear, this is me, and this is you” Fauzi said as she pointed to a photo of their bride. “We are married, and this is our wedding photo”
“We're married??”
Fauzi nodded with a smile.
“Ah yes, we are already married” Salwa smiled widely as her memory of their marriage has returned.
“So, who am I?”
“Fauzi.”
“What are you??”
“My husband.” Salwa answered and hugged Fauzi. “I love you”
“I love you too, dear.” Fauzi hugged his wife tightly.
Although every morning Fauzi asks about her and what her relationship with Salwa is, there is still a time when Salwa forgets her husband.
“You still want to rest or want to go out too? I have to make breakfast for us”
"I want to come out"
“Yes.. Come.”
Fauzi moved out of his room with his wife struggling in her arms. The step along with the smile makes them feel happiness, although somehow from that moment, Fauzi must explain and remind him who he is to his favorite wife.
Not yet in the kitchen, Salwa's steps stopped when his gaze found some sticky notes on the walls of his house.
Today, the walls of their homes have been conjured up with hundreds of sticky notes attached to the walls of their homes. Fauzi filled his house with sticky notes containing his handwriting with general explanations. Some objects are filled with sticky notes, which explain the name of the object and the usefulness of the object.
Some things written on sticky notes that stick to the walls of their homes are daily explanations and everything related to them. Not only sticky notes, but some photos also stick Fauzi on the wall of their house so that Salwa can still see and remember the important people in her life and what relationships they have.
Another important thing that Fauzi did not forget to write, was their home address and phone number. Although Fauzi can control his wife, he remains vigilant if he misses Salwa who left the house without his knowledge.
“You want to see that?”
Salwa turned her head to look at Fauzi, then smiled and nodded.
“Already, you just read some things there, while I cook first”
“Iya.” Salwa answered with a nod.
Fauzi finally continued his steps without his wife who previously wanted to come with him. Salwa, who had been lured by sticky notes on the walls of her house, chose to walk and approach the collection of sticky notes. Salwa seemed to have first seen the state of her house like that, even though the sticky note had been attached from the moment Fauzi decided to stop working.
Salwa watched one by one and read the sticky note. Some writing managed to bring his memory to the events of the past and it made him happy until he smiled widely.
Long enough Salwa stood up and read all the writings listed there. He did not feel tired at all on his feet despite standing for about half an hour. His interest in the writings on sticky notes made him not feel tired at all.
Salwa went from a collection of sticky notes about the daily explanation and the times he had gone through, to some photos stuck on the wall with still filled with sticky notes explanation of the photos.
Salwa is still pensive, when she finds a photo of Mikayla as a baby and a photo of their family consisting of her, Fauzi and Mikayla. The memories she had at this moment did not touch the whereabouts of Mikayla's figure, she did not recall that she was now a Mother.
Salwa continued to look at the photo with confusion, although she had read the caption on the photo, but still she could not remember the figure of Mikayla, he said, a beautiful little princess who does not live with them.
“What's the matter dear?” asked Fauzi who saw Salwa looking at Mikayla's photo in confusion.
Fauzi walked over to his wife, and gave a hug from behind. Fauzi rested his chin spoiled on Salwa's boat which was shorter than him.
“Di-dia?” Salwa points to Mikayla's photo.
“She Mikayla, our son”
“Our child?”
“Iya darling, he's our son. She's beautiful like you.”
“Mikayla? Our son??”
Salwa's memory still hasn't touched Mikayla's figure. He still seemed hesitant with Fauzi's explanation.
Fauzi slowly moved Salwa's body to the right, where there were several photos of Mikayla with Salwa and herself, when Mikayla was a baby to toddler.
“See, this is us on holiday. And this is when we drove Mikayla first to school” Fauzi said as she pointed to the photo she was referring to.
Salwa looked at the photo long enough, trying to revive her buried memory.
“Ah Yes.. Mikayla, Mami's favorite daughter.” His attempt to remember Mikayla, aided by Fauzi, was finally found. “Where is Mikayla now, is she still sleeping in her room??”
“Dear sister, Mikayla today went to her grandmother's house.”
“When to go home?”
“Emh.. Tomorrow maybe. Just wait baby.”
Fauzi knew Mikayla would not be back anytime soon, but if she came to Salwa, she would insist and ask to pick Mikayla up soon. It is uncertain that he still remembers Mikayla after an hour from now.
“We have breakfast first yuk.. I've made you a good meal”
Salwa nodded, and followed Fauzi's steps leading her towards the dining table.
Just like always, even today before they eat their food, Fauzi will give a small explanation of what they are eating right now. From the name of the food, the type of cuisine to the ingredients and spices given. Fauzi knew that if his wife was not going to cook at this time, even if Salwa forced her to cook, Fauzi would still stop her. But Fauzi kept explaining everything, he wanted his wife to know that this kind of food, this is what it tastes like.
The two enjoyed their breakfast well, punctuated by chatter and some unbored explanations - his boss Fauzi gave his wife. He wanted, his favorite woman could still remember some daily things even if a little and even just for a moment.
Fauzi tidied the table when their breakfast with them was over. He was so painstaking about doing homework and other things that his wife could no longer do.
“Darling, I have to clean up, what do you want?” Ask Fauzi. If he knew what his wife wanted, he could lead Salwa to do what she wanted, before she did the cleaning. Fauzi did not want to leave his wife in a state of doing nothing, because it could make his favorite wife feel bored.
“I?? I don't know what to say.”
“You want to watch??”
“Nonton?”
“Yes, let you not get bored while waiting for me to clean house”
Salwa nodded slowly. “Iya, I want to watch”
Fauzi brought his wife to the front of the TV, turned on the TV and did not forget to play the broadcast that Salwa used to watch, if it could bring his memory, although a little. Fauzi also did not forget to prepare a small snack, so that the mother of his son could enjoy the spectacle more comfortably.
Fauzi passed leaving Salwa who started to focus on the TV screen. He had to clean the house before taking his wife to shower together later. Although there was a lot of work that Fauzi had to do, he did not forget that cleanliness was important.
Fauzi rushed back to his wife in the living room as he finished homework. But Salwa who previously sat sweetly on the sofa enjoying the TV service, now no longer in place.
“Sayang.. Where are you?” Call Fauzi.
Whenever Salwa was not in his sight, Fauzi would feel worried. He was aware of the state of his wife who often did impulsive actions, so for a moment he did not see Salwa where he had previously left, fear would approach him.
Fauzi walked in search of his wife's whereabouts, from the room, the living room to the kitchen.
“Astagfirullah.. Honey don't do thatu!!!”
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Their house is filled with Sticky notes
