The Indigo Love Story

Part 3

Dad worked as a supervisor at one of the cement companies in the city, while my mother was a housewife.

*****

The complex gate was already in front of my eyes, with the name plastered on its top. Teak Complex 9. I just need 20 steps from the stop, my house is not far inside, on the left. Simple wooden fence with a wide gravel yard. Accompanied by the lush mini elephant grass. There are some trees there too. Makes our home feel shady and calm. There was my paradise, with the wingless angels God had sent me, my father, mother and my handsome brother Fariz.

I stepped to the right, approaching the gate of the complex. While looking around me, cars and vehicles passed by. Across there is a small park, on the side of the road directly opposite the complex. Many street vendors sell snacks or fresh drinks. It looks like the consumer comes from the students, they drop by after school, and the guy with his black sports bike, is among the chicken noodle sellers, I see him there a lot. Maybe he likes the food here. His pants are high school grey, only I can't see the sign because it's covered in a jacket. Usually young people or ABGs often relax there, including me.

If Fariz was at home, he would often invite me to enjoy the typical dawet ice with its thick palm sugar. Fariz loves.

*****

"Mahs... Naumi's home..." My voice was half-crying, for my mother to hear. But half-cracked, I'm exhausted. Can't wait to meet my favorite bed and get rid of my fatigue there.

"The door wasn't locked, dear.." mama said from the inside. It seems he is busy.

I put a pair of my flat-modeled shoes on the shelf behind the door. My legs feel lethargic, but the smell of mama's cooking makes me a little excited. It looks so good. I know this scent. Spicy aroma of turmeric and garlic. Mama cook rendang. He knew I liked the food. Mama smiled when she saw me being tempted by her cooking.

"Bring first there. After that we eat together.." said mama gently. He treated me lovingly, making me feel lucky to have a mother like him.

*****

It was so fresh, after the water shooing away the sweat in my body, making the fatigue on my shoulders become crumpled.

"Ma... will my memory be able to return?" My question kept him quiet when we finished lunch. It seems I made her sad, but mom understood me.

"We never know when we will get a loss or a gift. Pray dear, may there be a miracle of God someday..." Mama smiled, her smile floating until it narrowed her lower eyelids.

I thought I was drifting through what my mom told me about 2 years ago. After the completion of the SMP National Exam. At that time, said Mama, we after the magrib prayer congregated in the mosque near the intersection of the road, the car brake did not work.

We hit a roadblock and hit a tree, fortunately all of them survived. But I had a hard impact and had to be rushed to the hospital, my head was bleeding. Fortunately, it is not fatal. But a condition that I have to accept, I was sentenced to amnesia.

From that moment on, all I remember is the confusion I found in the world. It feels like a reborn baby. My mom and dad were the first people I knew as my parents. Next Fariz, after he came home from out of town, skipped college to see me.

I hugged a porous doll that was bigger than my stomach, Fariz bought it for me when he came home 2 weeks ago as a gift. He said there was a massive bazaar near his campus. I don't know why I love him so much. Fariz was my brother who always treated me like a princess in the palace.

I hope Fariz gets home this week. I miss his stories about when he was out of town, about his lectures, about his college, and about women. He always told me anything, because he believed I would never tell anyone else, especially to my father and mother.

I wrapped my body in a thick blanket because it was raining out there, making my body warm. The wind slipped behind the incoming light through the air fentilation, like an order for me to rest and sleep immediately. The air and the weather seemed to understand how to make me feel comfortable. Instantly my drowsiness controlled my pupils and retinas, making the upper valves of my eyelids feel heavy, heavier, and...

"You're late again.I've been waiting 1 hour..." A man stood behind me, wearing jeans and a blue night shirt. Both of his hands were accidentally put in a bag of pants. He stood on top of an uninhabited building.

"I'm sorry..." A word I spontaneously uttered. Without any reason, the reason why I talked to him. There's no one else here, the guy's talking to me.

But I don't know why I should be here, and why I apologized to her just now. I wondered in my heart.

I'm still standing here, keeping my distance and anticipating myself. The view of the city and the fog was clearly visible from the top of the building, he was still behind me. A foreign man, his physique that I either knew or didn't.

"Until when do we keep going like this? Hiding our relationships from people. I love you, I want this relationship to be known to our people and our families..."

I snorted, not understanding what he was talking about. I looked around me, thinking there was someone other than me here. Maybe he was talking to someone. Nothing, just me and the stranger.

"You've always been like that, Naumi. Always be quiet if I ask the same question..."

He said my name? Who her? I don't understand what the problem is.

I stepped forward to approach her, to see her face and to know her identity. After a few steps, the man disappeared like clear smoke, wrapped in the atmosphere of twilight and fog.

"Where are you? Who the hell are you?" I screamed looking around me looking for her whereabouts. But he was gone before I saw his eyeballs.

*****

I leaned my back against the wall of the room, recalling the mysterious dream that had just hit me. Places and people I know nothing about. In the dream, it seemed like I was her lover, but I never had a lover. I never even fell in love as I remembered.

My phone screen lit up on top of a small cupboard beside my bed. There was a reference to "angel‟, a song sung by Sarah Mclachan as a sign of an incoming call. There's a sign of Clara's name.

In my spirit, I took the phone and stopped my thoughts. Receiving a phone call from my little friend.

"Hello.." in a lethargic tone I answered the phone, my voice that was still in a waking mood.