Remember Me, My Husband!

She Still What?

The hot air crept when Arlan found Maysha using another man's handkerchief to wipe her tears. There was a sense of heaviness in his heart, although he was fully aware that he was the trigger for the tears to melt.

Unable to see the proximity of Maysha and Doctor Mario, Arlan stepped closer. Mario instantly puts some distance between himself and Maysha. Moreover, after noticing the cold and darkness of the gaze that Arlan had thrown at him.

“For today is enough, right?”

Maysha who had just realized the arrival of her husband immediately wiped the rest of the tears with a handkerchief. Arlan was eager to scream and throw the handkerchief at the owner.

“Already, Mas. You want to go straight home?”

“No. I made an appointment with Andre to the office today. Andre said maybe I could remember something if I went to the office a lot.” 

“And Laura?” Maysha looked up to stare at her husband's jet black bead.

“He's gone home first with Mr. Udin." Next to Arlan's hand, he coiled to his wife's shoulder and led her to his feet. A possessive attitude that feels quite affirming that he is the owner of the body. Before leaving the room, he took the time to say goodbye and thank you for today. Even with an unfriendly face.

"Have you known that doctor for a long time?" Arlan spoke in a low tone, inclined to be cold and stiff. Made Maysha look into the dark look in her eyes. This gaze, this tone of voice, as well as his attitude were exactly the same as the old Arlan. However, Maysha soon realizes that all is only hope.

"Lumayan."

Maysha lowered Arlan's hand which wrapped around her arm slowly. A simple gesture that is able to remind Arlan of the stupid promise he had given to Laura.

"I went straight to my room. There are patients waiting." Without waiting for her husband's answer, Maysha just stepped up. Arlan could only stare at his wife's back. The usually gentle Maysha now turned cold.

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Arlan pensively stared at the skyscraper before him. I could hardly believe that the super-magnificent building was his. The shadow when she worked as a waitress in a cafe danced in the head. It's unbelievable.

His arrival was greeted with respect by several staff who happened to cross the lobby. Arlan was uncomfortable and uncomfortable, but Andre reminded him of his position as the boss of the company.

One thing that caught Arlan's attention. Some of the people he found chatting instantly stopped, put on a tense face and bowed respectfully. Arlan became very curious about how he had been in the past. Why does everyone look like they are scared when they cross paths with him. However, he silent a thousand languages with pent-up questions. Even when entering a room on the top floor, he was more silent.

“What says Doctor Mario?” 

“You know that damn doctor?” I don't know why Arlan's mouth called the fucking word. Andre looked a little surprised, but then let out a crisp laugh. What's so funny? As soon as Arlan's gaze spoke, it was immediately captured by Andre.

“Despite amnesia apparently your subconscious remains the same.”

“Means?” Arlan has not been able to catch the meaning of Andre's words. He looked at her confused. 

“Doctor Mario was his best friend Maysha in college first. You ever beat Mario to battered because of jealousy.” 

"Don't joke!"

"If you don't believe, ask the person yourself! Everyone who approaches Maysha must be finished in your hands."

“Am I that bad?” 

Andre chuckled for a moment. “You will be surprised if you know what you were like in the past, Mr. Arlan Alviano.”

One thing Arlan realized, Andre was the only person who dared to joke with him today. Others are rigid and very formal. Some of the men in suits who he said had important positions in the company even trembled while shaking hands with him earlier.

“Hey, you haven't answered my question. How's your check result?” ask Andre later. 

Arlan let out a long breath. His back was leaning on the chair. The remains of frustration in the hospital still bent his heart. “Say I can stimulate memory by doing habits before an accident. He also suggested that Maysha and I travel together.” 

“Good idea. You can continue your honeymoon that was delayed.”

"Honeymoon?"

Andre opened his desk drawer and pulled out a honeymoon ticket. Next to Arlan's eyebrows raised thinly. His hands stretched out to grab the thing. 

“Three years ago you asked me to prepare all those surprises for Maysha. I just told Maysha about this after you were declared missing. But Maysha asked me to keep it. He said, one day you will come back.” 

Arlan silent a thousand languages. It was undeniable that his heart warmed up that very second. Indirectly Andre just told how Maysha so faithfully waited for him for three years.

“If you want I can reset the schedule,” bargain Andre. "You just have to say when you're leaving."

“It looks like it will be difficult. Laura never gave us a chance to spend time together.” Arlan's tone sounded frustrated.

“So during your return home you have never spent time with Maysha or just slept in her room?” 

“Not yet,” replied Arlan spontaneously and honestly. 

Andre's eyes widened in surprise. It was as if Arlan's words just contained an atomic bomb ready to explode. He nodded slowly with a long breath. Staring at Arlan with concern. An attitude that for Arlan was very strange.

"What?" asked Arlan ketus with an unfriendly highlight.

"It seems you did indeed deliberately open up an opportunity for other men to approach Maysha."

"Don't talk shit!" Unknowingly Arlan almost snapped. Andre seemed to deliberately provoke his emotions.

"I don't talk too much. But if you leave Maysha, I'm sure she'll be a grab.”

I don't know why Arlan really doesn't like to hear Andre's words. Her chest felt hot and tight. Seeing Maysha using Mario's handkerchief has made it hot, especially if until Maysha became a grab for the men. Arlan was getting frustrated thinking about it.

“I remind, who wants to be with Maysha is a lot. She is beautiful, educated and comes from a distinguished family. After all, if indeed during your return home you have never spent time with Maysha, it means Maysha is still ...” 

Andre's words were cut. He clenched his lips tightly like he had just mispronounced. Arlan looked at him curiously until it felt like he wanted to split his head to see the contents of Andre's mind. 

“Maysha why? Still what?” 

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