
Long enough krisna and wijaya chatted outside, did not feel the day had begun to dark. krisna pampit home when he saw the sun had begun to sink.
Wijaya entered the house with a flat face, indicating the problem he was facing had not been able to solve.
That night, Rosi and Dira were sitting together watching a television show. Wijaya's father and nisa's mother didn't come out of her room.
“mbak, did you inget kak dimas?” rosi asked while eating chocolate banana chips typical of the city of Bandar.
“enggak” dira origin replied then took the chips held by rosi.
“wahhh nice ci, what is this?”
“kripik typical here, kan om kris often deliver us when still dijakarta”.
“mana mbak inget. Who was that class?”
“kak dimas it anakny om kriss, his house next to our house used to be Jakarta, cook the same love monkey himself also do not want! Payah”.
“mana there mbakmu beautiful like this same love monkey” dira said with a big smile
“dodol basics!” rosi curses while throwing banana chips in her hand.
“don't waste ci, good tau.” Dira took the chips that Rosi threw at him and put them in his mouth.
“noh covered many” rosi pointed to tv cabinets that are filled with various flavored banana chips.
”wah this paradise!!! Dira immediately picked up the cheese-flavored banana chips.
“you eat mbak cheese? Don't you hate cheese, huh? What's forgotten too?”
“entahlah, congenital baby times.” Dira devoured the banana chips in his eyes with vigor.
“odd people bunting mah yes, who hate so like who like even forget”
“mba will forget not because bunting rosita” said dira with a louder tone while throwing his banana chips as rosi had done.
“nih I love to see the photo aja ya” rosi took out her HP and opened the gallery looking for photos dimas stored there.
Dira saw one by one the photos, from dimas who was alone, selfi photos, photos with themselves, with rosi, his family and others.dira remembered the small dimas who were always good to him, he said, but in this adult version, she doesn't remember anything. Dira tried to remember it intently but the picture was just like a faintly imagined cliche in his mind.
“aduh” dira holding his head then fainted.
rosi panicked to see her brother.
"DAD.. MOM. mba dira fainted. " cried rosi.
wijaya and nisa immediately went out of the room when she heard the cry of her youngest child.nisa took eucalyptus oil and then applied it to the temple and brought the noses closer.
some time later, he finally woke up.
Events like this often occur after he had the accident.he will always faint when trying to remember something, so his family rarely try to help him remember the things that burden his mind.
Dira is still routinely undergoing examinations with several expert doctors.the doctor said, if his memory can recover over time due to a head injury during the accident. so that the family only helps you remember small things such as the names of cities, and others.
dira can remember when he was small but can not remember the things that happened when he was an adult until the accident happened.
Not long after, he finally opened his eyes. father, mother and rosi were sitting next to him.dira felt the worry of their facial expression.
"why is his face on that? I'm fine"
"take this, nginget-nginget guy aja until fainted so. tomorrow I bring also the person here" said Rosi worried mixed annoyed
"i wanted dimas as a child rosita, but I didn't ibget version gedenya, so I forced, uh know feel muter-muter my head." he said with a smile.
"don't faint often dong kiddo, if your baby is all right? " nisa reminded.
"yes ma'am, me and my baby will be fine."