Love for Losing Memory

Seeing Arisa

In another corner of the city, a densely populated, slum-looking settlement, a girl was waiting impatiently on the front porch of her house.

"Oh...Ma'am.last long dress, let's hunt. We'll be late." call the girl to her mother who's still in the house. The young woman was named Arisa. Actually her face was quite pretty, just because her somewhat tomboyish nature made her not so concerned with the look of her face. Very rarely does Arisa dress up, her whole life can be counted with fingers, she just polishes her face when there are certain events.

Not long after, out came a bayah woman in the house with her makeup that nails menor. Arisa was shocked to see the look of her mother, the maximum makeup complete with all the accessories on her clothes.

"Gosh, ma'am, it's not wrong that you want to go to the stage with a look like that." Mama Arisa back glaring at her daughter.

" What is not wrong, you know.we want to go to the condition, when you only wear clothes so, there quickly change clothes. Don't be shy mother deh." indeed never won Arisa if you have to argue with her mother, she always lost terribly. With little force, she finally re-entered her house to change her clothes.

" It's a good fit, Mom." Arisa looks back, intending to protest, but the woman's eyes are getting bigger. Finally quickly, she ran to her room before being sprayed by her mother again.

Not long after, Arisa came out with a yellow dress with a length of fitting over her knees slightly.

"Geez, Risa..you've been wearing a dress so, try to polish a little donk your dull face, let's match." criticism of the woman who is commonly called as Bu Dina, Arisa's mother.

"But...Ma'am.." with a clear face, his mother finally pulled her hand to walk into the room. Dina's mother immediately took the powder, lipstick and other supplies. It did not take long, finally there was a difference between before and after Arisa's makeup. The girl looked at her face in the mirror, wanting to protest and shout. But the mother went outside and yelled at him again.

"Come cepasi...Sa, we'll be late." cried his mother from outside.

Inevitably, Arisa immediately came out without having time to fix the makeup on her super tacky face, he said. Actually it was just Arisa's feeling, because all this time she rarely dressed up. Immediately he pushed Jablay, his blind motorbike that always faithfully accompanied him everywhere.

Brums.brums.brums.

The sound of the motor after the distarter by Arisa. Deftly, without his mother telling him to sit behind him, then they went to the wedding party of his mother's relatives Arisa late that afternoon.

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It had been a few days, Andika underwent follow-up treatment after she regained consciousness a few days earlier. Andika has experienced a lot of development. Andika looks fitter, her condition has improved greatly, only she still has memory loss. He could not remember what he had experienced so he lay in the hospital, even he could not remember the figure of his parents who faithfully accompanied him during his hospital stay. All she had in her memory was the name Erina, the face of the beautiful girl still loomed in her memory. In fact, she recalled that she would soon be getting married to Erina.

He had asked Erina many times to the two people who claimed to be her parents, but her parents only answered.

"Erina's fine.you don't have to worry. The important thing is that you recover quickly." Anita replied briefly whenever Andika asked something about Erina.

"Later I will prescribe the drug and schedule regular control yes.." continued Hadi doctor while writing some notes on Andika's medical record.

"Good, doc. We're so happy to hear that. We will bring Andika for routine control as scheduled, Doc." replied Wijaya who was very happy to hear the news that her son could be out of the hospital today.

"You heard, son... You can leave the hospital today." Anita tries to talk to Andika, but is not responded by Andika. The boy just looked sad staring blankly out the window. I don't know what he's thinking.

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That afternoon, the streets were quite crowded. Andika who was already sitting behind the car, stared out the window, her gaze blankly glared towards the sky. Occasionally he noticed the busyness of the people who passed by in the path he passed. Finally the car he was riding stopped at the crossroads for a while, waiting for the red light to change to a green light. His gaze was still the same, empty as if it contained a lot of mystery. Anita who saw Andika from the windshield, felt sad to see the condition of her son who was sitting lethargic was not excited.

Suddenly, a girl carrying fashionable mothers stopped waiting for a red light, right next to Andika's car. At first glance Andika saw the girl, at first she did not pay much attention, but then she was surprised and looked back at the girl carefully. That girl's....

"Erine....Erina...." Spontaneous Andika screamed calling her lover's name, startling both her parents who were in front. However, suddenly the girl immediately put forward her motor because the green light had lit up. The two parents in front were confused by the screams of his son just now. They thought her son was daydreaming until he remembered Erina. Then, Wijaya also drove his car through the traffic jam that led to his residence.

Arriving at home, Andika opened the car door and stopped for a moment before stepping her feet into the house.

This house is so foreign to me, is it really my house, are they really my parents. Andika asked in her heart feeling alien to all the things around her. Anita immediately embraces her son's hand and invites him to enter the house.

"Let's take her to your room, baby. "take Anita while giving all her luggage to her household assistant who has been preparing for her master's return from this morning.

"Yes.." answered Andika briefly.

"You don't have to force yourself, you will slowly remember everything. Most importantly now, you have to take care of your health, so that we really recover like we used to. "please entertain Anita while walking towards Andika's room followed by her child next to her.

"This is your room, baby. Rest." Not much to say, Andika went straight into her room, laying her body into the soft bed in the room.

"Rest....Later mama will call you, if lunch is ready." Anita said as she walked out, then closed the door of the room, leaving Andika alone to rest.

Andika looked around her room. Looking at a photo of his attached to one side of the wall, his collection items are neatly placed in a closet in the corner of the room. Why can't I remember the slightest memory in this room? All felt so foreign.