The Gem of the Heart of the Former Thug

the return of Adel's memory

Today is the second day after the accident. Mr. Fajar did not report the incident of his eldest daughter to the police because his wife was afraid, if there are thugs arrested by the police, other thugs will look for them. It was far more dangerous and detrimental than letting them.

Initially, Mr. Fajar was against the idea of his wife. But when Ms. Lusi reminded of the names of dangerous gangs mentioned yesterday, Mr. Fajar finally relented.

This afternoon Tati took the time to stop by before leaving to fulfill the singing invitation. All prayers he said so that his friend immediately recovered his memory. Although not yet remembered, but Adel felt very happy, got a very sincere prayer from Tati.

“Ati-ati yes, nduk. Bring the helmet, right?” ask mom Lusi.

“Bawa, bu” reply Tati.

“I leave yes, Mom. Assalamu’alaikum” saying Tati while kissing hands.

“Walaikum salam” reply bu Lusi and Adel.

Tati left, after certainly greeting his best friend. After Tati's departure, Adel again saw the photos in the album shown by Ms. Lusi. But it has not been able to trigger his memory to return.

“Yes, don't be forced! You rest first, gih! Mom wants nemenin tak”

“Iya” reply Adel.

Susi left it alone on the terrace. Not long after, Adel sees Madina coming home from school. He heard Madina talking to Susi. Madina said her teacher had a meeting, so the students were sent home early.

“Assalamu’alaikum” greet Madina

“Wa’alaikum salam” Adel replied.

“What's up, his teacher?” continued.

“Mana Madin knows. Kan Madin pupil” replied Madina.

“Ha ha ha. No time for leaks?”

“Leak from whom?”

“Then a girl as beautiful as you is not on the radar of a young teacher?” adel Goda. His smile contained a veiled intent.

“There is, that caper. But Madin's scared, mbak”

“Fear why? It's good, there's something private. Could be the most understanding of that lesson”

“Fear of mom mosquito again”

“Why mosquito? Should I thank you, dong?”

“Not the lesson problem, but about the pocket of the guy who sneaked Madin”

“Hem?”

“Kalo levelnya young teacher at school Madin anyway, auto expelled same mom. At least yes, rich mas Luki, his son Pak Imam Pratama”

*lie? Imam Pratama*?

Hearing the name called, he suddenly felt a strange. The sky suddenly darkened, and the person beside her, was not Madina, but a man. He felt that he was talking to the man.

*Because papa is also his business in the field of furniture, so yes connect. Moreover, Adel's father is all-class products, tuh. Papa's customers are satisfied with the same quality. So if there is a furniture order, definitely ask from the same maker. That means, yes it must be to his father Adel again*

*In other words, his papa mas luki love market dong for my father*?

*Yes, more or less so*

*Well, cool tuh*

Adel felt his head swirling, between dark and light. He did not hear when Madina called his name. Even as Madina shook her body, she did not feel it either.

*Oh yes, Luki's own mas, now busy what*?

*Oh, I'm in business, in solo. I also want to be a businessman like papa*

*Well, that's cool. The prospects are high. Moreover, it has a way from his papa*

*Yes, that's it. Adel himself, what majors*?

*Yes, more or less the same, sih*

*h*.

His heart flinched, as his mind twisted a memory, where he mentioned Luki's name referring to the man, for the second time.

Uh, mr. RT. Can Adel help you, sir?

A memory again revolved in his thoughts. He mentioned Adel's name, to refer to himself. And a man, carrying a notebook.

Luki? Adel. Then, gentlemen, who?

Adel asked in his heart. He felt, still needed another piece, to feel certain and sure, that he was Adel.

“Mbak, we go to the room first yuk!" Bring Madina.

“Ha, what?”

This time Adel heard Madina's voice. He did not refuse when Madina swept him into the house.

Slowly, and step by step, Adel tried to climb every step of the ladder. Madina looked patient, and unhurried. Madina put Adel on the edge of the bed.

“Sleep first, mbak!” madina Pinta.

Madina herself opened Adel's wardrobe. He intended to take the aromatic oil therapy.

She did not realize that her brother was not doing what she suggested. He sat still holding his head. When Adel looked ahead, he saw a black dress hanging alone, with no other clothes accompanying him. His position also filled the room.

Hi, how dumb

A piece of memory flashed back in his mind. She saw, the dress in the closet was being attached to her body. And in front of him, a man was sitting pensively playing his phone.

*Oh, sorry, this is your seat? I didn't know there was a bag there. I think it's empty. I moved on deh*

The man in the piece of memory, flinched, and was about to move. Adel felt that he was in the memory piece smiling at the man's reaction.

*Eh, no need. No papa. Emang empty. I'm just a pinjem. Ordinary, if I do any more work here, I pinjem this chair to put the bag down. But if the rame is like this, yes I moved*

Hearing the words ‘ngejob’ and ‘kursi’, made Adel feel remembered something. But it was still too deep for him to lift to the surface.

*Athamdulillah. Thanks yeah. Full of all seats*

Haha. – By the way, alone? Bengong again. Abis broke up, huh?

Adel began to break his body. He hoped that, by immersing himself in this piece of memory that was being twisted by his brain, he would be able to discover his true identity.

*yes*

*Ha, seriously*?

*Connect contract*

*oh, that. Where was the work*?

*Around the book, astr*\* \*\*\*\*\*\*\*

*Loh, that's the name of the spare part motor right*?

*yes. I work in one of his factories. Yesterday*

*Oh, it*

Adel flinched when the name was mentioned. The head throbbed harder, and twisted the pieces of memory more quickly. Adel tried to hold the throbbing, until it was a bit quiet. Again his brain twisted the previous memory. As he received the man's hand.

*adel*

For the next time, he found himself saying the same name. But he wasn't entirely sure if it was his name. Because the truth has not come to the surface.

*Adelia wilhelmina*

The man in the memory mentioned a full name.

*Adelia fitri*

Adel was shocked to find himself in the memory correcting the man's statement, and he mentioned another name. Hearing the name he mentioned himself in that piece of memory, his brain twisted again countless other memories. Started himself who learned to read, have a sister, learn to write his own name.

*Name? That's my name*?

Benak Adel wondered. Because the name he wrote in another piece of memory, was exactly the same as the name he mentioned in his memory with the man.

*You, Budi Utomo*?

Now his brain again twisted his memory pieces with a man who claimed to be named Budi. Kantian now himself uttered a full name.

*Kok know? Well, you have six sense huh*?

*h, no. I'm just the origin. Is that your full name*?

*Yes.endowment of the late father. Let's get rich heroes. The one who fought never gave up. Hahaha*

*That bill, never give up. So guys have to hold on. New term break contract aja, bengongnya ampe do not pay attention to me*

Word ‘merhatiin’, as if to be keyword. Where his brain re-spun other pieces of memory randomly, and quickly.

The memory of when he sang in a cafe, various kinds of prayers, his memory while swaying excitedly, then met the figure of the man again.

The memory of him driving his bike to a factory, still with complete kebaya.

A memory of the market atmosphere, with a merchant mother, who claimed to be the mother of the man. And the memories of when he was with a man.

“Mbak, Shoot nothing?”

“Haah”

Madina's voice jerked her wishful thinking. Now he saw the room, the place he was in right now.

“Mbak, inhaled first gih, the aroma! Let's relax a bit” Madina suggested.

But Adel did not immediately receive the therapeutic aroma oil that Madina gave.

“Hape” said softly.

“Hem?” Madina did not hear clearly.

“Hape where to shoot, deck?” ask Adel again.

“Allohu Akbar's. Maam? Have you recovered?”

Adel did not answer. He was looking for his phone. But he didn't find it.

“Mbak, mbak Adel's. Look Madin first, mbak!” madina pinta. He stopped looking for his phone and looked at Madina.

“What the hell are you, deck? Instead of helping the nyari, even told to eat you. Yes, you are beautiful.who also doubts about your beauty?” answer Adel. He returned to look for his phone in his closet.

“Mbak, what's my name?” ask Madina.

Adel turned right, and chuckled at the question. But looking at Madina's focused eyes, Adel remembered that she had just forgotten her memory. It was natural that his sister wanted to ascertain his condition.

“Madinatul Munawaroh” Adel replied.

“Bapak?”

“Eka Dawn”

“Mother?”

“Lusiana Fitri”

Madina rushed forward and hugged her brother. Her crying broke unstoppably. For a while, Adel let Madina spill her joy.

“Udah, already. The end of dong! Entar beautiful ilang you know, if nangis mulu” entertain Adel. He also gave a smile to his sister.

“Adek know, shoot where?” ask Adel. Madina did not answer. He's down for a second.

“Hape shoot ilang” replied Madina with a sorry look.

“Loh? Yah” complained Adel.

“Hape is, anyway. But the number, it has succeeded Madin Backup” said Madina. He handed Adel a new phone.

“Akun medsos mbak Adel is also Madin amanin. No one broke down, kok” he continued.

“Aalhamdulillah's. But this is hape who, deck?”

“Udah use aja. don't see the class yes, mbak!” madina replied with a smile.

“Ya Alloh, adek open the piggy bank? Shoot replace ya”

“Not important. What matters now, shoot who's phone? Mother?”

“Bu Ratih” Adel replied.

Madina stunned. She did not expect that her brother had remembered Ratih's mother. That means he also remembered Budi.

“Embak already inget same mas Budi?” ask Madina.

“Udah” replied Adel shyly.

“Turn snot, what happened malem it?”

Replace the stunned Adel. He tried to remember the accident, but not a single piece appeared. He shook his head.

“New snap inget, previous incarnation. When Budi loam shoots vulgar wobble. Continue to shoot followed to the factory mas Budi, continue to hug there” replied Adel.

“According to the shoot, what did Tati say, ?”

“Neg. That's not exactly” cut Adel. Madina gasps.

“Given the shoot, Mas Budi is being watched by people who do not like him. Someone once told the same story. Shoot no one yet. He called many names. There are people nearby Mas Budi too. But Shoot also has not snot. There is a little bit of ugliness mas Budi seen, must be a village. The good ones are made ugly. Especially until such a big problem. If the story is true, it must have been stirred from yesterday-yesterday” continued Adel.

“Alhamdulillah” Madina sighs in relief.

“Adek supports the relationship of Shoot the same mas Budi, yes?”

“Iya, mbak” replied Madina.

“Ya already, mbak want to call bu Ratih first, ya” Adel permission.

“Wait!” prevent Madina.

“According to Madin, shoot you should not call first deh” continued Madina.

“Why?” ask Adel wonder.

“Madin thought, there are people who deliberately want misahin mbak Adel from mas budi. So, as much as possible, not many people know, if Mbak Adel has recovered his memory. Although only partially”

“Terus?”

“Kalo Madin can give you advice, mbak Adel do not show first if mbak Adel already inget madin, mother, same father. Just pretend, if mbak Adel still not sagging. Later Madin who sampein the same Princess, if mbak Adel already inget same mas Budi. Madin is afraid, the mastermind of all this, is around us” Madina replied.

“Hmpf. Ha ha ha ha ha. Most watch your secret agent movie, dek” Adel comments while laughing.

“Yes, no. If the doctor yesterday did not show a confused expression, Madin also would not consider this as a conspiracy. An accident, a blow to the head, a concussion, a memory forget, natural. But Madin shits them, madam. For them, this wound is very unlikely if it makes people forget memories. Forgot to happen, maybe. But if you forget who he is, his family, it has never happened. How about Adel?” answer Madina. Adel gasp. He tried to digest what his sister said.

“Almost, Madin sepet video call mbak Adel, pas magrib, before the incident. And mbak Adel, still the same mas Budi at that time. You say, abis pray magrib in the great mosque. How can you get back to JLS again? The time line was not entered, the same story ojol yesterday, mbak”

“Iya. He said, haul a shot, afternoon huh?” comment Adel.

“Iya. Weird, right?” ask Madina. Adel mangosteen, while thinking.

“Continue, Shoot how?”

“Ya as Madin said just now”

“Don't be long, yeah! cepet until the news about shooting, keep telling me about the condition of Budi!” mas pinta Adel's.

“Iya, ibbak. Tomorrow Madin to Putri”