The Love of Mr. Gala

His name is Bima

   “Where, Doc? Why did he lose his memory?”

   “Due to a hard impact, the patient has an injury that causes some of his internal functions to be disrupted. That's what caused the patient to lose his memory.”

   “How do I go back to her memory, Doc?”

   The doctor tells what things can help restore the patient's memory.

   Doing it patiently and routinely, can speed up the healing process.

   “About how long has he been like that, Doc? She can't be amnesiac forever, can she, Doc?”

   “If want his memory quickly back, do the advice I said earlier.”

   Marisha grimacing. “Good, Doc.”

   Marisha was very upset. The good day because of the drop in salaries this month, seems to be the worst day in history.

   What Marisha experienced today, clearly justifies the saying, where 'has fallen down the stairs anyway'.

   Marisha is really unlucky today. Already fallen from the motorbike, bermaki-maki customers are also the boss, almost fired and told compensation. Now, when she wants to take responsibility from the man to pay for all the losses, Marisha is responsible for caring for and helping the man recover from amnesia.

   Complete is the suffering.

   “What do you do?” the man asked, looking at Marisha's suspicious behavior.

   Marisha just remembered, if the man is a rich man, surely in his wallet there is a lot of money and also atm.

   All Marisha has to do now, is find the wallet.

   Because in addition to being able to earn money, Marisha can also know where the man lives.

   “Where are ya? How come there is no?” tanyanya, muttering to himself.

   “What are you doing again?”

   “Ah, yes. I try to ask the sisters,” concluded Marisha, no matter the man.

   “Sorry, Mom, but we found nothing in her pants pocket and also her clothes. No wallet or patient identity card,” explained the nurse at the time.

   Despite not finding her in the hospital, Marisha is not out of her mind. He returned to the scene.

   The scene of the accident, where the car of the man was still there.

   Marisha can break her glass and pick up her purse or whatever is inside.

   All that Marisha had to do, to find out the identity of the man, also got compensation for the accident he had experienced.

   Unfortunately, when Marisha arrived at the scene, the car that was driven by the man was no longer there.

   Really shit. Today is Marisha's worst day. What else should he do now?

…

   Because what she was looking for was not there, Marisha returned to the hospital. He was confused, why was the man's car not there?

   “Why doesn't the car exist? What do not-don't .. his car has been brought the same police sir again, can this serious,” guess Marisha.

   “But .. what if for example the car is taken by a thief? Can you add dong?!”

   Marisha had just arrived at the hospital, but the noise inside immediately grabbed her attention.

   “Wah, so handsome huh? I just saw a guy as handsome as him.”

   “Iya, if you know there are handsome patients here, I must leave early again.”

   “Hust. What do you want to do? Don't mess with me, you already have a husband.”

   Marisha was puzzled by some of the sisters. It was like seeing a handsome artist.

   Even so, he was a little curious about the man the sisters were talking about.

   Marisha walked over, heading towards the direction where the man was.

   The man who made Marisha's payday, turned out to be the worst day.

   “Eh, tiny. Here you are.”

   I don't know who the man called out to, but his eyes were on Marisha.

   Since her name was not called, Marisha was in a daze to find someone the man meant to be.

   “Ngapain wiggling? You are the one I call,” said the man.

   “Gue?” marisha said, pointing to herself.

   “Yes, who else do I know here besides you?” The man's heart.

   Marisha walked over. Actually, Marisha's goal was to return to the hospital to confirm the man's condition again.

   If there were no other serious injuries, he would have taken the man away. Anywhere, not the hospital.

   Because if you continue to be in the hospital, you will be charged for treatment.

   Marisha doesn't have that kind of money, for hospital expenses. The cost of the examination and the medicine alone, had drained the contents of his wallet.

   “What's up? How come you're even here anyway? Not a break inside. Go inside, I want to talk to the doctor first,” said Marisha, then leave the man alone again.

   The soft words the sisters said, the louder they sounded until the person they were talking about, seemed to feel uneasy and decided to enter the room.

   Not long after that, Marisha returned. He asked the man to leave the hospital.

   “Wait. Where do you want to take me?” ask the man.

   Marisha thought for a moment. He was confused as to where the man had gone.

   “Hotels. Take me to the hotel,” pinta the man.

   “What? Lo crazy huh? Where can I pay the cost at the hotel. If you want to go there, go alone, pay for it yourself. Let's just say we never met. I paid off, all the indebtedness in exchange. I also will not be responsible for the recovery of lo,” cecar Marisha.

   “I will report you to the police,” threatened the man.

   “Please. You will again lose memory, most of which are .. you will be mistaken for crazy. Please go to.” Marisha said, absolutely not lured by the men's threat.

   Hearing Marisha's reply, who was not provoked by her threat, the man went back to silence.

   “Who is my name?”

   While there was no conversation, the man asked his name.

   “Name? Name of lo .. Bima. Yes, Bima. Name of Bima.” Marisha.

   “Bima?” repeat the man.

   “Iya. Do you want to be given the name Bima? Bima's name is even too good for your usual look,” said Marisha.

   The man seemed to think for a moment, before finally agreeing on Marisha's given name.

   The day grew even more intense, as the two left the hospital. The clock on Marisha's wrist, also showed at half-time at 11 p.m.

   Her stomach that had not been filled since this morning, had been rumbling because usually, Marisha ate bread every time she finished delivering orders.

   For meals, employees will only get lunch rations. As for breakfast and dinner, they have to capital themselves.

   Even so, the salary paid was far greater than anywhere else.

   “Search for taxis in front. Here hot,” said Bima.

   “Taxi? Not shilly-nilly. Good to take a taxi, take an angkot,” reply Marisha.

   “Angkot?” repeating Bima, Marisha immediately nodded her head.

   “You want ... if we are the talk of other passengers?” ask Bima.