Ramadhan Imamku (Accomplishing the Love of Allah)

I'll Make You Remember It Again

Fourteen days passed ...

In the whitewashed room, measuring 3×4 meters. Be a silent witness of the days of Ramadan being treated. All efforts were made by the doctors at the hospital. But still, God's final decisive result.

Decomposed tears, breath in a tight chest cavity. Khansa looked deeply at her husband who had just regained consciousness from five minutes ago, the husband had yet to respond or make any move.

He only looked at one by one the people who were in the room without any expression. "All of you who?" inside the room were several people consisting of Khansa, Fatimah, Hilal and Hafiz.

"Why are you all looking at me with that kind of look? Did I make a big deal?" ask Ramadan again as if to be sure.

Doctors who handle Ramadan head shell surgery perform a thorough examination. Ramadan does not recognize the people around it.

Ramadan is experiencing transient global amnesia Patients with this type of amnesia will experience total memory loss for a while, and in severe cases it is also difficult to form new memories. This is a very rare condition. Experts argue that this type of amnesia occurs as a result of a seizure, a very hard impact or a brief blockage of the blood vessels that supply the brain.

"Is this going to be permanent or just temporary doc? What can we do to help him get his memory back?" hilal, who is increasingly anxious about the physical and psychological health of Khansa, faces this new thorny problem.

Doctors can't give a definitive answer to a case like this. Because there is no definite answer.

"Stay on the existing treatment therapy, and keep trying as much as possible to make an approach effort, of course not to forget also to ask the Almighty. Especially the wife, because in the meantime. This is all we can try and do," said the doctor gave a clear and best explanation to be accepted and understood by the family.

With a lunglai step Khansa out of the doctor's room without any questions. Hilal could only follow that small step from behind. He was eager to embrace and embrace Khansa, just wanting to transfer power to his best friend and first love.

"Assalamualaikum sis Ramadhan" said Khansa greeting her husband and holding both hands.

"Getishalight." The face of the man was very flat, without the slightest expression answering the greetings from Khansa. Slowly he let go of Khansa's hand. Speak, without touching. You are a woman, keep your limits on men.

"How can you, brother, I have to keep my limits on my own husband?"

Oh my God .. It hurts so much, Khansa monologues in her mind.

Two drops of tears fell on the face of ayu belonging to Khansa. It's more painful, than slicing a knife. This is more confusing than having to find a new address in a google map. It's more chest-stifling, than rock-splitting.

"I don't even remember when I got married? And one more thing, I don't even remember my name." Flat indeed, but very raining the deepest recesses of the heart.

Unable to see Khansa already in such a painful position, Fatima tried to help straighten out.

"Ramadan, this is Mama. An old woman who gave birth to you. Mama believes, we are born in this world innocently without any clothes. And one day we will face the Creator as well.

And no matter what the circumstances of the child, all mothers in this world will surely stretch their hands as wide as possible to receive the child. Mama won't ask anything from you son, Mama will just wait for you. But if Mama can beg, regardless you don't remember anything. Open a little heart of Ramadan to accept the wife of Ramadan. We are all saying yes, while Ramadhan is here with Khansa first," Fatima said at length, hoping that the child will understand a little and slowly will remember everything again.

"Accoland ...." Fatima, Hilal and Hafiz said hello.

"Waalaikumsalam," answered Ramadan and Khansa flatly.

Only the two of them were in the room. Silence, silence each other. No one wants to open the conversation first. No one wants to start first.

"Lose a little bit of your ego Khansa, if it continues like this. You two are gonna be harder to come together." Khansa monologues herself.

"Now I understand brother Ramadan, how to travel your life just to get to this point. Then let me wash all these wounds and incomprehension together. I'm sure Ramadhan will soon remember me again" Khansa said, offering a meal in the face of Ramadan.

His forehead was furrowed, there was a gaze that Khansa did not understand there. "That's enough, I'll find the truth myself. And one more thing, I can take care of myself." Ramadhan got rid of the bribe, and took one magazine that was on top of Nakas.

"I'm sure one day you will love and remember me again Ramadan," Again and again Khansa can only monologue herself with tears that not a little Ramadan saw.

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