MY LOVE ENDS WITH YOU

MEMORIAL SCARF

NARITA POV

 

The fainting incident today required me to go home sooner than usual or go home before the office hours arrived. After getting off the taxi, aided by the taxi driver dropped off my large suitcase. Can not be denied, my body still feels weak, even to walk while grazing the suitcase just feels heavy.

 

I deliberately passed through the side door, until I first entered Pavilliun 101. By the time I entered the main house, focusing on the suitcase that seemed difficult to drag, I hit an ART who was carrying a pile of laundry clothes in both hands.

 

“Sorry, maaf” some laundrian wrapped in plastic it fell scattered on the floor. We both spontaneously crouched together to take the clothes scattered.

 

“No papa kok” replied.

 

“This?” all the clothes had been neatly arranged on the floor, but there was one item in the plastic that caught my attention, I was very familiar with this thing.

 

It was a pink and blue dongker knit scarf. It was a scarf I made and I used to deliberately give it to Davis as a gift because he always gave gifts so I meant to give him something memorable even though it was not expensive. I made the scarf myself with my hand when I was just knitting. The scarf I made a combination of pink in the top and bottom of the list while the middle is dominated by blue dongker. I chose pink and blue because they were my favorite colors for Davis and me. At the end of the scarf I made the initials of our names both D&N.

 

But no matter what happens, the scarf looks no longer intact, in some parts have been cut but it seems to be repaired knitting so as not to easily remove the threads. It is very clear that the scarf is not in full condition, then what is dilaundri for? Is that scarf still Davis used? There are too many questions in my brain.

 

“Sini!” The ART then took the scarf from my hand.

 

Then the ART immediately stood up by lifting back the pile of clothes.

 

“Wait!” I immediately stopped that ART move.

 

“What else? No one is left behind Kok”

 

“That stuff, may I know why it was torn apart?” the ART who felt the hassles and weight carrying the pile, finally nodded my head and rolled me to sit on the kitchen deck dining chair.

 

“Hufh, sorry we are talking here, yes, I want to rest too. It is not possible for me to explain about this scarf while standing” I nodded then said “It is okay if you do not directly bring it to the room of our masters?”

 

The ART glanced at the circular watch in his left hand while saying “There's still time, our master can't go home at this hour!”

“So, what was it you wanted to ask?”

 

“That scarf--”

 

“Owh yes. That's a historic scarf belonging to young master Davis. It's like a scarf is Mr. Davis's talisman, because he'll take her anywhere when she goes”

 

“Owh yes?” my eyes were wide open to hear the words of ART. I really didn't expect Davis to love my scarf so much.

 

 

“So then, coinciding with winter, Mr. Davis and his personal assistant named Mr. Rio came from Indonesia to Australia to visit Mommy and his Daddy in the hospital. After more than 7 months. Mirsha and Mr. Dawson was hospitalized in an accident, and the two were killed simultaneously. The news of Mr and Mrs Oxley was originally a joyous news for all the members of the nuclear family. However, it turned out that a disaster happened afterwards. When Mr. Davis and Mr. Rio drive to the hospital, their car is in a terrible accident. His car was hit by a container truck from behind until the condition of the car was badly damaged and shapeless. It was that accident that caused Mr. Rio to die on the spot while Mr. Davis was in a coma for 6 months in the hospital.”

 

My eyes glazed over listening to that ART story. I didn't expect it to be so tragic. It feels like the water in my eyes is no longer held back, but as hard as I can I have to hold it. He paused his story for paying attention to my expression.

 

“Then?” because he did not continue his story, I finally opened my voice with my hoarse voice.

 

“You all right?” I nodded to make her sure that ‘I am fine’.

 

“A month after the incident, Mr. and Mrs. Ox had been allowed to leave the hospital, but the family's grief did not stop there, as Mr. Davis was still unconscious. After 6 months, finally, Mr. Davis realized from his long sleep and the first thing he remembered and asked for was this pink and blue dongker scarf”

 

“Then, what accident was it that made him amnesiac?” spontaneous ART was replied with a nod of the head.

 

“It took 2 months, the new family found out that Mr. Davis has severe amnesia. Because at the beginning of his retirement, he could only open his eyes, cry without making a sound, and when making a sound just issued the word ‘syal’”

 

“Have all family members been informed that Mr. Davis had an accident? Especially that bad?” ART shook his head.

 

“Why?” my voice began to rise.

 

“Na, there are many things that are considered by people like them. Successful entrepreneurs like them, many have enemies Na. The accident that hit Mr. and Mrs. Ox alone is horrified by the actions of their business opponents. Most likely an accident that befell Mr. Davis is also so”

 

“Then?”

 

“Hmm, all of us in this house were sworn not to divulge news of this accident to the public or other relatives. The accident that befell his parents and brother, this whole family here is deliberately covered because if it is known to many parties, there will be a commotion in the struggle for power, he said, used by the enemy to kill his target in the hospital if he knew that the target was not dead. Even the hospital was also sworn the same thing with us”

“So the accident that hit some important people in OXC did not shake this company at all. As if nothing ever happened

 

I couldn't hold back the tears that suddenly escaped the ends of my eyes. I cry in silence. Several times I wiped and wiped my tears with my hands.

 

“Na, are you touched to hear that?” I answered ART questions with a nod of my head, and now he patted the backs of my hands. It's better that I lie first.

 

“So, Tn. Davis lost his memory but he remembered and remembered the scarf?” I still wipe away the tears.

 

“Well that's it, Na. The scarf was originally used as evidence in the police. However, along with the family, the scarf was asked back, which was finally granted by the police. By the time it was given to us, it was stiff, full of dried blood, and the shape was already irregular, many sides had been torn apart. Mr. Drake finally told us to put it in a special laundrian so that it can be clean to the maximum but will not damage the condition of this knitting scarf, from the current condition. You know Na, because that stuff is being asked continuously by Mr. Davis, Mr. Drake asked us to put in a lightning and reliable laundry. In less than 12 hours, this scarf has returned to its color as usual. But considering some parts have been torn, so some of the knitted sides of the yarn scattered. In a short time, Mr. Drake immediately brought in a special craftsman to repair the knit but still maintain the tear.

 

“Then, what did he do with that scarf?” askaku.