Me, You, And the Journey of Life

Male Figure

The figure of the man wearing a jeans jacket with torn pants on his knees came in and said, "Assalamualaikum." Without awkwardness and as if he was going to meet his family.

Anindi's stunned. Glanced at his mother, then at the man once in a while.

The man was now beside Anindi, smiled slightly at Ms. Lia, then said, "Sorry, Mom, I'm late."

Anindi jerks. Whatdoes thatmean?

Ms. Lia was trying to carve out a small smile. "It's okay, son." The middle-aged woman's eyes looked full of love.

Anindi. Immediately push the help button for a call to the Doctor or nurse. Other things, first. This was more important, even though he himself still did not understand the present situation.

The man glanced at Anindi who was walking to the right side. The woman with the red hijab had not spoken since, I don't know how she felt. "What's the condition, Mother now?" He asked again as if he knew Anindi and his family.

"You better not be talked to." Anindi quickly interrupted. 

Ms. Lia just smiled a little, indeed not too strong to say much. 

No matter how long the Doctor and one nurse came, check on Ms. Lia and make sure that everything is going normally.

"Just see me later in the room" the male doctor told Anindi.

Anindi quickly nodded. He understood what the doctor meant. After checking, the doctor and nurse came back out of the room. There are three of them again.

"Mother, want to eat?" anindi asked Bu Lia. 

Ms. Lia shook her head. 

"Want to eat fruit?" Anindi offered again.

Again, Ms. Lia shook her head quickly.

"Maybe you're not hungry yet. Do you want to talk about something?" The man participated in this conversation. 

Anindi wanted to explain to her, but remembered the doctor's message before the surgery. The sweet woman also undoes, it is better to wait for time. This is wrong. However, her mother's health is more important now. "Don't make me talk first. I'd better take a break." 

"Son." Finally, Ms. Lia opened her voice slowly. Successfully stopped the debate between Anindi and the man. "Don't do that to your husband." Again, that memory appears. 

Anindi was speechless, whereas the man who looked like a delinquent only glanced at a glance. "Sorry, Mom." Anindi lowered her head, choking on the circumstances that required her to follow the groove. But he did not recognize the man who was taller than himself.

Bu Lia's gaze focused on the young man. "Son, forgive Anindi, yes. Maybe she forgot she had a husband."

The man smiled sweetly. Grabbing Bu Lia's right hand and saying, "He's just tired, Mom. I understand." With sweet words, hypnotizing Bu Lia.

Remembering Miss Lia should not talk much first for recovery. So Anindi asked the young man to wait outside. Give him a signal to understand. 

Soon, the man complied. Get out without refusing a bit.

Anindi kissed the mother's forehead, whispering softly. "Mother, take a break, yes. I'll be out for a minute." Kiss full of love and longing given Anindi as a form of gratitude.

Bu Lia responded with a slow nod. Understood. 

Anindi was forced to leave her mother alone. There are interests that must be resolved immediately. When he came out of the room, the man was waiting for him in the chair with his right foot on his left foot. His style is like a delinquent, a little scary too.

"Is there anything you want to talk about?" The man immediately raised his head, realizing Anindi's arrival. Staring at Anindi lekat. "I guess, anyway, that's it."

Sontak Anindi immediately turned her eyes to any direction, not to look at each other. "I'm sorry about the incident. Mom finished head surgery because of an accident. And, the doctor said that you might have amnesia. Remember half of it." Anindi gave a rough sigh. I could not believe that the first memory was of her husband. 

The man listened without interrupting. Folding both hands on the chest while leaning back against the wall, this story seems more interesting than children's fairy tales. Better heard.

Anindi stood up straight. Need to explain so that the interlocutor can understand. "It's not unexpected that Mother first remembered about it. After Mom's condition has improved, I'll make sure to explain. Again, I apologize." Anindi slightly nodded for a while, an apology that was not just words.

The man lowered both hands. Understand well, then say, "What's the point of explaining?" The question escaped without being filtered first.

Of course this managed to make Anindi's head lifted, her two eyeballs perfectly rounded. However, still trying to avoid eye sight with the interlocutor. "Because, we are not husband and wife. More precisely, you are not my husband."

"What if we make it?" The man's right eyebrow was raised. 

Anindi jerks. "Sorry, please don't talk. We're no longer talking about easy, but sensitive."

"For you, but I. No!" The man smiled slanted.

Anindi shook her head twice. What kind of person is talking to him now? It's very hard to understand.

The man observed Anindi's appearance. Light blue color gamis that dangle to the feet and the hijab covers the chest, quite sweetly worn. "I've heard all your explanations. Well, now can I ask you one question?"

Anindi fell silent, then said, "What's the question?" His forehead is tight.

"Easy it." The two corners of the man's lips were raised upwards forming a small smile. "Where's your husband?"