MY LOVE ENDS WITH YOU

PIECES OF THE LOST PAST

AUTHOR POV

Davis is currently being examined and consulted with her psychiatrist. He was alone with his doctor.

“Dok, I have a memory piece about someone” Davis said.

“Very clear how her face is and what her status is in our relationship”.

“You remember his face?”

“Iya”

“He is ready you?”

“My wife, Dok” 

“You sure?” Davis replied with a nod of his head.

“What events remind you of him?”

“I remember the incident when I proposed to her and married her”

“Yes, God. You should contact your wife immediately. Maybe he has been waiting for you so long”

“But I don't know where he is?”

“Where did you marry her?”

“In Indonesia” reply Davis briefly.

The doctor seemed to let out a short sigh and threw it away violently.

"Only his face was recorded in my memory, Doc. I've been trying to open a photo gallery on my phone, icloud, email, but there's no trace of his face. How I looked for it.”

“Can you tell me, important events in this one month?”

Hearing the question, Davis then recounted an incident that he thought was the incident of the past month. Doctors scrunched his forehead several times because he felt strange about Davis' story. He's got a problem.

“When last time you met me?” The doctor finally asked Davis, who then Davis seemed to be thinking while holding his head. His eyes were closed as if he was concentrating on remembering something that he might find difficult to remember. Davis shook his head slowly.

“You don't remember or you don't know me?” feeling unable to get a satisfactory answer, the doctor again asked Davis a question.

“OK. You slowly remember moments with him. Don't be too forced. You lose your memory because of the impact and start to remember even because of the impact. Everything cannot be the same as it was. From me, you can consult for two weeks only once.”

“Good Doc. When will I be allowed to go home?” 

“Wait how doctor Morgan decision huh?” Davis nodded obediently.

With a shunt move, the psychiatrist came out of Davis' room. On the way to his room, he thought about Davis's answer. He concluded that Davis recalls pieces of the incident before the accident, but he had no recollection of the incident after the accident and during his time in Australia.

After the doctor exited the room, Dave barged in. There was a confusion between them. Finally Dave started the conversation by asking how he was doing. Then the chatter grew to discuss why Davis's out-of-town service didn't ask him for permission. Although Davis' reasoning makes sense, Dave feels there is something he is hiding.

Afterwards, Dave started getting busy getting calls. From Dave's chat, Davis suspected that there was a serious problem he was facing. Many times Dave contacted people and asked about the availability of blood.

“There is a problem kak?” ask Davis after Dave hangs up his last phone.

“Hm” Dave answered briefly with eyes still staring at his phone.

“What blood type is sister looking for?”

“Rh-null”

“I Rh-null” Davis's reply made Dave turn his head and look at Davis with a sharp look.

“Serious?” dave's question was answered Davis with a slow nod, an astonished facial expression.

“Who needs Rh-null blood transfusion?”

“They're men. Hmmm,, do you want to not do the examination? Maybe your blood type is right for him?”

“I kasian, blood type is rare, not easy to get donors, except from your own family.” Dave let out a long sigh, revealing his heartbreak.

This time he stepped closer to Davis's gurney and held onto his sister's two shoulders leaning against the back of her gurney.

“Please help sister yes!!” when Dave's eyes failed, he expected Davis to grant his request.

Davis was hesitant to answer. He felt something was strange about his brother. Who exactly is ‘friend’ he means. To his knowledge, he did not have such close friends that made Dave care about him very much. But because of humanity, Davis finally accepted it.

“So, before I donate my blood, can I swipe it?” although hesitant, Dave finally agreed. Davis will find out later, too.

Dave calls the doctor to perform a series of tests to test Davis' blood type match with Rafina. Davis went it alone and was accompanied only by medics there, as Dave had to return to the office immediately. Davis was eventually allowed to donate his blood but waited several days in advance for medical reasons.