Exchange Myself for Justice

Chapter 46

At three o'clock in the morning, the extended family sahur together. Zahira also joined in, filling the dishes for her husband. It seems like the women are in conscious mode, there's nothing that steals the family's attention, they're eating in a warm atmosphere.

The first day of fasting there was no strange incident in the woman, Zahira only experienced forgetfulness, but only intermittently. Because the family has understood the condition, they are no longer surprised. Until the time of breaking arrives, Alhamdulillah the first fast goes smoothly.

This morning Zico had to do his duty, that is, there is a hearing today that he must lead in the court of the land. Zico said goodbye to his wife before leaving.

"Darling, I said yes. You don't think of anything. If there's anything, you call me?" the man's message to his wife.

"Alright, here's the coffee, Mas" Zahira said as she handed the man a cup of coffee.

"Honey, I'm fasting again" Zi said.

"Astaghfirullah, I'm sorry, I forgot Mas, I forgot, I didn't have amnesia" she said, assuring her husband that she was forgetting, Zico smiled gently and kissed his wife's forehead.

"It's okay, Deck, I know. Yaudah, I'm going first. Here is the coffee Mas bring it back," said the man was very patient and understanding of the condition of the wife.

Zahira just smiled blandly. The woman's mind was not what it looked like. He immediately went to the back garden to see his son who was sunbathing with a Babysitter.

After the afternoon of the trial, Zico immediately headed to the office, the man spent his time alone in his own company office. In the afternoon before the magrib he had just arrived at his parents' residence.

Actually he wanted to bring his wife and child to occupy their first residence before introducing his wife and child to both parents. It's nothing, Zico just wants to enjoy a happy moment with his small family, but with Zahira's condition that is not possible, then he will be more comfortable leaving his wife to the family while he is on duty.

"Assalamualaikum," cried the man into the room.

"Aaaaakhs! Wh-who areyou?" pekik Zahira retreated slowly back.

"Honey, this is me your husband" Zi assured the wife.

"Stop! Don't come any closer! Go!" he jolts hard.

"Daddy, it's me!" Zico is still trying to convince.

"No! I don't know you. It's too bad you went into my room!" snatch the woman back.

"Yes, okay." Zico immediately came out to calm his feelings.

Zico sits on the balcony of the second floor terrace. His gaze was straight ahead with an erratic thought, what he feared was now happening. Now the beautiful woman forgets herself, her heart is empty, her passion feels receding, her world is back cloudy.

"Zi, you're here. Come on down, kid, break the fast. Mama cariin apparently here," said Mama approached Putra just wayangnya.

Zico was silent and did not comment on Mama's words. The man dissolved in his own mind. I don't know when Zahira will forget about him.

"Zi, you hear Mama?" asked the middle-aged woman while rubbing her child's shoulder gently.

"Ah, Mama! Yeah, what did Mama say?" the man asked completely unfocused.

"Zi, what's wrong with you, son?" mama looked at her son's face that looked so sad.

"Ma, Zahira forgot about me," said the man softly as he embraced the woman who had given birth to him in this world. Zico could not hold back his tears. He never felt his heart like that, it hurt so much when a loved one forgets him.

"Patience, dear, Mama sure, this won't last long. You have to read it." Mama tried to calm her fragile-looking son.

"Until when, Ma? I'm afraid that if my wife will forget me forever, I can't, Ma" Zico said.

"Don't say that, son, you have to think positively, don't be pessimistic."

Zico just nodded in understanding. The man followed the step of the mother down to break her fast. Zahira was sitting there. The woman looked at him flatly, there was no response whatsoever, so it made the man's heart even more bitter.

Zico sat down to keep his wife comfortable. The man had no appetite, his feelings were still unsettled. It felt strange, he was like a stranger in the eyes of the woman.

After eating, Zahira immediately headed to the room to pray three rakaat magrib. After that he sat in the room alone.

Meanwhile, Zico used his son's room to clean and perform magrib prayers. After the magrib prayer, the man intended to pray tarawih, he tried to re-enter his room to see if his wife still forgot about him.

Yes, the twenty-five-year-old woman still did not recognize herself. Zico came back when a similar incident happened. Zahira still hysterically finds herself in her room.

Zico tried to suppress his feelings so as not to dissolve in sadness. The man immediately went to the mosque to perform taraweh. Though previously they had planned to worship together, but all unexpected, the woman forgot her identity.

Zico plundered Do'a for his beloved wife, to be immediately healed by the Almighty. He has to stay strong, there is still a Zafran simungil that he has to pour out his affection.

Not feeling the time running, Zahira still forgets the people around him, Zico always demands on the neurologist who handles, why his wife so long forget him and the people around him.

The doctor only asked that the man remain patient and pray, because all it takes a process that is not short. Zahira should be given to think for herself with the help of the drugs she is taking.

This afternoon Zahira had a terrible headache, he immediately took his medicine, and rested for a while. Zahira still feels alien living in the house. It's still hard to remember.

The last night of Ramadan, Zico incessantly cast Do'a for his beloved wife to recover from the amnesia she is experiencing. The man begged God to immediately return his wife's memory as before.

Zico cried at his last bow. "O Allah, I beg you to return the memory of the wife of the servant, if this is a punishment for the sin that the servant has committed, then please do not apply to the Sholeh woman, O Lord, enough of all his suffering so far. Put the punishment on the servant, the servant will accept it." The man muttered inwardly seducing the khalik.

After the evening prayer, the man lay down beside his son, since Zahira forgot about them, Father and son slept together to give comfort to his beloved woman.

The sound of takbir roar so boisterous soothing heart, Zahira sitting alone on the balcony of his room, some days the woman was reluctant to leave the room, in addition to feeling foreign, he also often complained of headaches.

Zahira only nodded obediently when Mama gave him the medicine every hour. She only knew Mama as her real mother. Tonight after taking the medicine, he sat down by himself enjoying the cry of takbir.

Zico had just returned from the mosque with Papa, he immediately met Zahira, although the woman always disliked his presence, but he did not want to give up. Zico only wanted to say hello to the woman for a moment.

The thirty-five-year-old man longed for the warmth of his wife. Actually every night his eyes refused to be closed, eager to come to see the woman and hold her affectionately.

Zico didn't see the woman in his room. His net swept through the entire room looking for the figure of the beautiful woman. Zico walked up to open the balcony door that was not closed. The man checked in detail.

The figure he was looking for was sitting daydreaming alone. The man stood on the doorstep observing the wife from a distance of several meters. Slowly he approached.

"Hi, why daydream?" his tanyanya made the woman's daydreams fade away instantly.

Zahira stared, but did not move as usual, he would move away and ask Zico to leave, but this time it was not like that. Zahira stared fixedly at the man's face.

"Let'sakh!" Zahira groaned while holding her head.

"Dec, what's wrong with you? Is your head hurting again?" tanya Zi was so anxious.

Zahira remained silent and lowered her head. The woman felt a soft caress on her head, It was familiar with the caress. He immediately looked up at the handsome face back carefully.

"Mas Zi!" he said a little hoarse.

Zico was fixated with mixed feelings when he heard his woman call his name again. With a broken heart he clasped his hand.

"Darling, do you remember me?"

Seriate....

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