Pasung Tuan Muda's

39. My son Amnesia

Revan POV

Nights are not as beautiful as life was. All seemed to be 180 degrees different, as well as the people who once existed as cheers had gone out of nowhere. In the dark, when the moon is tightly closed by black clouds.

Now, I'm alone in a budding position right on the second floor balcony. While the mind still rages on the mere son of wayang, who now still lies weakly against the irony of life. However, I do not deny that this incident is purely his fault, because the mastermind behind the family's difficulties is my source.

The sound of the dog's howling breaks the silence of the night. Passion to live longer as if swallowed by time. To get back into the arms of Marissa and Anissa, it felt like it was no longer possible. On the other hand, I was still keeping a tight lid on who they were in front of my son.

Because I know, Reval loves Anissa— very much his own biological brother. When he knows the truth, I don't know what he will be like. Maybe right now, I'm letting everything run like running water.

In a faint, tap one's feet sounded from outside the room. I don't know who came to the second floor, but I told all the servants not to accept anyone's guest.

Not long after, the knock on the door was heard three times. I glanced at the back of the body, and then the gaze returned to the stars.

“Honey,” call someone pitched female voice.

I seemed to recognize who he was, without turning my face I replied, “what are you here for!”

“Honey, I miss those moments with you.”

“But I didn't,” answered me silencing the remark at the time.

“Why? Do you have anything else out there?” tanyanya.

Hearing that, I exhaled a long breath while turning my body. Then I replied, “not me doing anything like that, try your question, I return it to you.”

“Mas, don't keep it like that. I've changed, now we're not third. Although—“ Siska hangs her words.

“Although? Marissa, you mean?” sambark.

“I don't know the truth about your feelings for her, Mas. But lately, everything seems clear. You are now changing,” he replied, then he walked to see me on the right.

Tonight there is not a word to be spoken, but only a breeze that shakes the leaves and swipes flying there and here.

We're talking about love, not a quasi-fighting wrapped in betrayal. However, there are times when we have to retreat, to calm down so that all intertwined becomes beautiful. All I can't do is, go and leave Siska. Because all I know is that Reval loves his mother very much.

When the farewell happened, it would automatically make my son feel very sad.

Suddenly, my phone rang loudly. The call came from the doctor who treated Reval at the hospital. Quickly, I picked up the phone.

[Hallo.]

[Hallo, Sir. What about Mr Revan?]

[Yes, Doc, I'm Revan.]

[Sir, can you come to the hospital now?]

[If you can tell, what's up, huh, Doc?]

[Your child is constantly calling someone. I don't know who he's calling.]

[Okay, Doc, I'll be there soon.]

[Thank you, sir, good night.]

[Good night.]

The phone was cut off instantly. While beside the body, Siska looked very curious with her expression like one worried.

Without inviting her, I immediately ran and got out of the room. By going down the second-floor staircase, I did not care about the wife who was apparently following from behind the body.

Since I was feeling so anxious, I no longer paid attention to it. Now I'm just focused on the white sports car that always takes me anywhere.

By stepping on the gas very fast, I darted out of the gate accompanied by the two eyeballs began to glaze over.

Reval, what's wrong with you, son? You must be strong, father will soon come to accompany you, my inner voice said.

Taking about thirty minutes, I finally arrived at the portal with the words; RS. H. Anwar Mangunkusumo's. With a quick step, I just parked the car on the edge of the gate. After entering the hospital yard, the doctors crisscrossed through the guard room.

What made me very uneasy was that the faces of the doctors looked very flat and cynical looking at me. After a few minutes, I reached the second floor, precisely in the orchid room.

Since the door of the room was wide open, I entered the room in a hurry.

“Dok, what happened to my son?” tanyaku while looking towards the bed.

“Pak, your child calls someone's name, but we don't recognize who the person is.”

Very tightly, I held Reval's right hand while sitting on the right side.

“Nak, it's dad. What's wrong with you, honey?” tanyaku.

“Nissa ... Where are you?” tanyakanya.

“Honey, this is dad.” After saying, I looked at the faces of the doctors who were fixated in astonishment.

Goal-goal, Reval also opened both his eyes while looking at me steadily. However, his setting this time seemed very empty, unlike the son I knew before.

“I'm where?” tanyakanya.

“Son, you're in the hospital. It's dad, it's the doctors,” I said.

“Who are you?” ask again.

“Nak, it's dad. Your parents, take a look once again.” By putting on a face as cramped with anxiety, I looked at both of Reval's eyes.

The big question is, Reval just shakes his head.

“I have no father,” he replied.

“Nak, you have a father. I am your father, try to remember first,” urged me.

“Pak-Pak, patients should not be forced to remember too far. Since he has just recovered from his critical period,” replied the doctor.

“But, Doc, why doesn't my son recognize me?” ask again.

“Pak, maybe he hasn't recovered properly. Let him try to neutralize the atmosphere around,” explained the doctor who was on the right side.

Since the doctors had invited me out, finally inevitably, I came out of the room. All that remains is Reval, as well as the two specialists on psychiatry.

After I left the room, the two doctors were very familiar with my son. The heartache was again ambushed, because this incident made the soul very tight to breathe again.

All I could do was sit on the waiting chair, looking at the door of the room that cared for my son.

Lord ... Why do you give this trial too much to the servant? Is there no best way for You to give a little peace in this life. If I am guilty, forgive me.

A touch of someone landed softly on my shoulder. However, when I turned to look at the person, the figure had disappeared like a gust of wind that led to a hospital corridor.

As a result of excessive curiosity, I followed the black shadow by walking very fast.

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