My army my Hero

Episode 11

One week passed, my amnesia was still intact, there was no definite change. The memory that suddenly appeared was not able to restore my original condition. All are still pseudo, still in the shadow of uncertainty.

"Grandfather, where's dad?" Grandpa Richard was relaxing, reading some of my father's company data on his mobile phone.

"Ooh, you're up, son, sir, you're on business" Grandpa smiled at me, I took a seat next to him.

"Dad left alone?"

"For this one can not be represented by anyone, so the master who must intervene"

"Ooh, Grandpa, can Arsyaf ask?"

"Say, Grandpa's granddaughter wants to ask what?" Grandfather responded to me like a child, I know this is because of the changes I experienced after getting amnesia.

"Why did you call your father sir? it's not uncommon to even call Bigg Boss" Grandpa didn't answer my question right away, he stopped playing his phone.

"This answer is very long, son, it will take time, let alone your condition has not been able to digest too many stories"

"But want to know now cake" I begged.

"Alright, grandfather will tell you everything, but you read this first" Grandfather gave a slightly shabby notebook.

"Mysterious Man?"

"Grandfather also didn't know where the book came from, which was clearly your father and mother's story"

"Where did my grandfather get it?"

"There's a bag in your bag when you're brought home after the kidnapping, it can answer all your questions, son, but try to read it little by little, don't force it to read if your head hurts"

I nodded, turning to see the book with the cover of the MYSTERIOUS MAN, the father promised to tell me about the mother, but until now not a single word from the father about the mother.

I began to open sheet by sheet the notebook, reading verse by verse, paragraph by paragraph, I suddenly remembered something.

"Mother" I said slowly.

"Aaahhh my head" As the memory continued to flow in my mind, the pain followed behind him. The shadow of when I was a child, the shadow of my mother who cared for me, the shadow of Diamond, Aunt Diana, all came in a row. My head wasn't quite ready yet, but I tried to hold it in, enduring the pain that was like being pierced by a knife.

"Calm down, son, don't force me to remember everything" I fought this pain for almost half an hour. Tired, that made me finally be able to shut up by myself.

"I remembered something cake"

"really? what do you remember, son? you remember about dad? do you remember grandpa? do you remember everything?" grandpa was excited, but there was nothing I could remember from Grandpa's question just now.

"Not cake?" I said.

"then?" The face of the grandfather who had looked happy turned sad.

"I remember mom, I, I remember living with mom cake" I tried to tell her what came to mind right now.

"Died with mom? are you sure, since you were born you've always lived with your father and Grandpa, you haven't even met your mother"

"No, grandpa was wrong, since I was born I was always with mom cake, I knew grandpa was my Grandpa, mom was always telling me stories, and this book, I remember cake, I remember cake, I'm the one who brought this notebook"

"You why Arsyaf?, what effect does amnesia have on memory?" Arsyafs? grandpa called me Arsyaf? did I not hear wrong?

"Wait for the cake, what name did grandfather call me?"

"Your name is Arsyaf, that's the name your father gave you from the day you were born, don't you remember anything from the events of your childhood?" I saw a confused looking grandfather. But there was no such memory in my mind, all I remember was my childhood with my mother.

"No cake, my name is not Arsyaf, my name is Arsyad Anggara, that's what I gave you"

"Arshad?"

Now I don't know who's in confusion? me or Grandpa? is my amnesia effect like this, or is this the reality of my life?.

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