Doctor Steven's Charm

16 - Childhood memory

"Tonight you sleep here, let me sleep in the other room," said Steven understood what Rimba had in mind, because he was actually not ready to touch his wife. The man only wants to do it if the jungle is really ready from the heart.

Rimba nodded, he felt relieved because Steven turned out to be very understanding. "That's what's the picture of the tattoo anyway?" the question that had made me curious since Steven undressed and showed the tattoo on his back.

"This?" point Steven at his own back. "What are you forgetting about?" said it.

"Yes?" The jungle frowned confused. Then she walked up to her husband to look at the tattoo more closely. "what shape is it? rich Japanese letters what China is," he muttered in thought.

Steven turned his body so it faced the jungle. Suddenly the girl held her breath for a moment to see Steven's half-naked body was now very close to her, so enchanting. Rimba immediately threw his gaze to the side because his nose was almost attached to the chest field belonging to Steven.

"This is our initials in Katakana, S and R"

"You just made this tattoo?" ask Rimba.

"15 years ago."

"What??" Rimba.

"Yes, I made this tattoo after meeting you first" Steven said very confidently.

Again Rimba frowned. He really doesn't understand what Steven was talking about 15 years ago? What does all this mean? Have they ever met before? Impossible, Rimba remembers very well how his past. Moreover, the memory 15 years ago at the age of 7 years. Really, he had never met Steven in his life before. But what about the initials S and R engraved on her husband's back? it can't be a coincidence, right?

"Looks, we've never met before" muttered Rimba hesitating, but that's what he believed.

Steven smiled, "A small percentage of adults are able to remember what they have experienced since the age of 3.5 years, or younger than that. There are even some people who can amazingly remember his childhood since he was 18 months old. Nevertheless, most adults can only remember their childhood as limited as the age of 8 years or younger a few years than that,” said Steven at length. He understands that Rimba has not been able to remember all his childhood memories.

Rimba bit her thumb while trying to recall her childhood memories. Unfortunately, from row after row of the past, Rimba was unable to remember a speck of memories with Steven in the slightest. Bizarrely.

"Don't think much" said Steven lowering the thumb of Rimba's right hand from his mouth. "Now mending you clean first! Abis just got a break!" Her request.

"But I'm still curious sir,"

"Sir? you still calling me sir? I'm your husband now, not your lecturer" protested Steven when he realized Rimba still called 'Father' to him.

"Otherwise I should call Father what? Mas's? Sis? Um?"

"Call Steve for nothing" said the man, anxious to see the face of his scowling little wife.

"Yes? Steve's? it's not America Om. we in Indonesia who have the adab call people older than us."

"Okay, if that's up to you. Just don't call me Father let alone Om!" steven said by pressing the word 'Om'.

"Be careful, don't miss the soap again!" steven said back to remind Rimba of the absurdity of that time that made them married today.

"That's not going to happen!" rimba answered and then closed the bathroom from the inside.

"When you shower, don't mess up the bathroom! Wear your pink soap, don't use my soap and don't leave a single hair there" the man exclaimed.

"Siap Sister! Bawells!" sahut Rimba from inside the bathroom and was heard faintly by Steven.

"Sister?" steven then smiled to himself.

 

*flashback

Tokyo, December 2006

'Is he healed? now brother wants to go home? can we meet again? or will my brother forget me?'

"Thank God you're okay. Relax, we will meet again, you little angel who helped me. I will not forget you until any time. Let's take a picture together!"

"If I grow up, will you marry me?"

"Married you? but I live in Indonesia, I'm going to Tokyo for only a few weeks with Papa."

"I'm also from Indonesia, but I work here and bring me here. I'll wait for Brother here. See you later, brother!"

"Wait on! you don't go first! what's yourname?"

"I'm R..i..m"

*flashback end's.

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If I may ask, take me back to my childhood, when I only knew a friend, and teach him how wonderful to be friends.