THE ERROR BOOK IS NOT TO BE READ

LOST MEMORY

DAY 9 IN THE HOSPITAL

"Where, Doc?" ask Rayla worriedly.

"The patient's body has improved. But—." Doctor Farah slightly lowered her gaze.

"What's up, Doc?"

Doctor Farah patted Rayla on the shoulder. "However, the patient had Amnesia, ma'am. He's lost his memory. Maybe because of the impact is so hard that damage to the part of the brain that serves to form the limbic system. The limbic system plays a role in regulating a person's emotions and memories" he explained.

Rayla scrunched her forehead. He was surprised by what Dr. Farah described. "But, that guy can heal, Doc?" his question is full of anxiety.

"could. Most likely it can, ma'am," replied Farah's doctor, slightly making Rayla feel uneasy.

"Mom can help her with Occupational Therapy. Therapy that teaches patients to introduce new information with existing memories. That way, hopefully the patient will soon get his memory back," continued Dr. Farah.

"Alright, Doc. Can I see a patient, Doc?" ask Rayla.

Doctor Farah smiled. "Please, Mom. But I suggest to slowly talk to the patient. Because she'll definitely be confused by Rayla's mother's presence."

"Thank you, Doc," Rayla said before entering Tristan's room.

In her room, Tristan is being fed by a nun. Tristan was able to lift his body up to sit on the patient's mattress. However, his health has not fully recovered.

On the head, there is still a bandage wrapped around the batok of his head. And also on the left arm there is still a wound that has not dried.

"Excuse me, Sus," Rayla said after being in Tristan's room in the hospital.

"Let's go ahead, ma'am," replied the beautiful sister kindly.

Tristan looked at the stranger a beautiful woman in front of him. "Who are you?" ask Tristan what it is.

Rayla breathed. He glanced at the nurse on his right. "W-I, Rayla," she answered, introducing herself.

The unrest in the girl's heart had not disappeared completely. The fear was also still slightly disturbing his mind. Especially, with a new case. Where the man has a new disease after being aware of a long coma.

"Please, Mom. Come, I stay first," said the beautiful nurse saying goodbye.

Rayla slowly approached Tristan who was looking at her.

"Rayla," said the middle-aged man who was his father. Who just arrived in Tristan's room.

The girl looked towards her father. "Pa," he said in a soft tone. And then Rayla's father approached her son.

"Pa, this guy..."

"Yes, you've heard Farah's doctor's explanation, son," interrupted Rayla's father half-whispering into her son's ear.

"Who are you?" tristan asked, astonished that two strangers were visiting him.

"We are the ones who helped you from your accident, Mas" replied Rayla's father.

"Oh. Then I want to thank you to you and Mom for helping me" Tristan said.

Rayla's father looked towards his son.

"I-Yes, Mas. Equally," Rayla replied. "How's it going, Mas?" continued.

Tristan held onto his head which was still in pain. "My body has improved a little bit, Mom. But, I don't remember anything. Even my name, I don't know" he replied.

"Neverything, Mas. Just slow. We'll help Mas recover Mas's memory" his father Rayla said, encouraging Tristan.

"Thank you, sir, ma'am" he said kindly.

Rayla and her father nodded with a smile.

The atmosphere in the room was already slightly melting. Rayla was a little relieved to see the man who almost made her go to jail, now, she was conscious. However, the man did not know who he was.

Tristan does not know who he is. He is like a newborn baby in this world. Everything around him seemed new to him.

"Please, Mom," replied Rayla's father.

"May I know where my family is? who knows it could help my memory return quickly."

"If that... We don't know, Mas. When the accident happened—. K-We only brought the body of the mas. Dan—. We didn't find Mas' identity" Rayla explained to Tristan.

"Yes, he may have fallen on the scene, ma'am. I can't remember anything. I was told by the doctor that I had just come to my senses from a coma due to a car accident" Tristan said.

"Pa, when he wakes up, where is he going to live?" rayla whispered in her father's ear.

"In our house" answered Rayla quickly.

"Why should it be in our house, Pa?"

"Lantas, where do you want to live? we don't know where his family is."

"Tap-But, Pa..."

"Udah, you have to take responsibility until this person remembers everything again" said his father Rayla.

"Don't let the citizens know that this young man has lost his memory. You want the business to be longer," continued Rayla's father asserted.

"Hheeufs..." The girl breathed. And pulled his hair straight.

"Lantas, who do we call him?" ask Rayla.

The middle-aged man frowned. Little think. "Tristana. We give him his name, Tristan" he replied.

"Yes, it's up to you" Rayla replied.

Meanwhile, Tristan watched only two of his auxiliary angels speaking whispers from his place.

****

Later that night, Tristan is allowed by Farah's doctor to return home. After the administration is over, Rayla, Rayla's Papa and Tristan get in the car and drive back to the girl's house.

My days are going to get harder like this, complained Rayla inwardly by glancing at Tristan who was sitting next to her on the way home.

"Well, this is our house, Mas," his father Rayla said after opening the main door of the house that extends 1000 square meters in the south Jakarta area.

Tristan is back in his new life. He swept around the living room that could enter more than 7 sedan cars. Very spacious. Is beautiful. And very artistic with historic paintings in ancient war era plastered large on the walls made of ceramic material. It looks very unique.

"Where are you going, Rayla?" reprimand his father when he saw his son who sauntered freely.

Rayla stopped her steps. And look back. Towards his father and Tristan who were still standing at the door.

"You go to the room, Pa," he answered.

"You invite all dong Mas Tristannya," said his papa Rayla.

"Ha! he means he's sleeping in my room too." Rayla gawked at hearing that.

"Ngaco. Yes, it is not. Take Tristan to his room. We still have a lot of rooms on the second floor" explained Rayla.

"Heeufs... Why am I so complicated," Rayla grumbled softly.

"Come on." Rayla's taking Tristan. However, Tristan was still silent. He was still not finished staring at the beautiful scenery that spoiled his eyes.

"Mas Tristan's. Come on," cried Rayla in a slightly high voice.

"No Tristan," his papa Rayla scolds. "Let's take my son to Mas's camp."

"Yes, Sir. Thank you," replied Tristan with a slightly cheerful face.

"This is my room. Yes, I went to the camp first, yes," said Rayla after driving Tristan to a room that seemed inappropriate to call a room in the house. Probably more precisely, five-star hotel rooms.