The Marriage In Lost Memories

Fifty Two

It's entering the 3 months I was in the land of people, not a short time.  Alone with hopes getting thinner and almost gone.

I even made a leaflet of Devan or Rudy's face from 2 months ago but there's no news. Every week I go to the city to give the leaflet also stick it in some corner.

And to keep my life alive I work at a restaurant here. Miris. But the thin hope is that there is always the slightest result later.

I work at a restaurant that is open 24 hours. By ship, I worked 8 hours and now I rent a small house near the restaurant. I live alone with a co-worker named Grace. Both are better than staying alone. Security is more awake and also certainly can be more efficient. My experience in Switzerland helped me to become independent even if I relied on myself.

As usual, the restaurant is very crowded during dinner. Of course, the food here is famous for being delicious since ancient times so that connoisseurs of all ages are always there.

I was hoping that maybe Devan would eat here!that's my other hope than any other thin hope.

2 Months working here a little bit to make me regret by working here, in addition to English that I easily mastered, good manners and of course a special servant for all people.

I spent some time at the restaurant tonight. Tomorrow is my 26th birthday. But what does it mean. All I know is that I want to pass quickly and there is news coming sometime.

Outside it was snowing. Not too heavy just thin snow. Some visitors enter with dewy breaths. It's been 1 week of winter here. This change made my stamina less good. Especially the bad hours. Now these eyes are a bit heated with the flu gelaja approaching.

" ye.. You good?" Grace this German girl patted me on the shoulder. He tilted part of his head with a gaze waiting for my answer.

" yeah. I'm good, just a little tired"

This 20-year-old girl saw me shady "Take your medicine and get some rest! " his advice.

" Of course" answered me with a faint smile. Grace remembers me with Alera, they were almost the same age.

" Gracee" shouted someone in the back.

" Yes the chef..." Grace replies and then codes that she's being called. I nodded and the girl left immediately.

I went into the employee's room. The rest area there is full. Especially at night and sometimes the work is not too suffocating this is a difficult place there is hope to be able to fall. There are quite a lot of workers here. About 20 women.15 men.

" Yey Alena.. You wanna join? Lisline said, with her stocky body. Maybe he saw my haggard face and felt pity.

" No, thank you" I replied politely. I'm just heading to the locker to get my bag. There's a cold cure. I occasionally check my phone. There's a call from Dave. Last time he called me was last month. My best friend was furious that I just found out I was working as a waiter.

I just want time to pass because of that I chose this job.

After taking the flu medicine, I immediately called Dave.

" Hello.." Dave's voice is in the first ring.

" Yes Dave you called me? Is there any news?"

Ask me enthusiastically.

" What you're just hoping I call there's always news! How's loe's own news?? Are you satisfied to be a waiter there? "

Dave said in a furious tone. He's still talking about the same thing. My ears are grunting.

" Not yet Dave. I'm waiting for Shawn to come by here! Who knows if he's interested in a sweet widow like me" answered me as to his teasing origin.

Dave laughed coldly "Is this loe still working??"

" Our Emm will soon be running out of my working hours" I replied

" seriously? It's almost midnight Alena! Are you not afraid! Like her I have to use the services of a kidnapper deh loe must be brought home forcibly!"

I'm flattered by Dave's concern. "I have friends at Dave's! The house is also close! Yeah, use that kidnapper's services to kidnap my son. Keep giving it to me! "

Remembering this I came back sad. It's been a long time my daughter's development must have been getting bigger.

" lena..

I can't stop my crying. In the corner of this restaurant counter I tried not to make my crying sound.

" lena! Can you help me serve in front" There's a voice up ahead. Makes me have to end my conversation with Dave. I quickly wiped my tears.

" Sorry Dave I have to work! Bye see u's.  "

I pulled the red phone icon and immediately put it back in the bag and locked my locker. Resuming the rest of the work.

I immediately took out a menu book and a tray.

" At table 15" Alex said as he passed by. I nodded while pulling the child's hair to my ears and tidying up my shirt.

My foot is moving towards table 15. There's a woman turning her back on me. He sat by himself while looking at his cell phone.

His silhouette was as familiar let alone this straight black hair was exactly the same as...

Degs..

I was nervous and dodged with the figure that appeared in my head. Where possible.

" Excuse.. Miss...

This woman turned her head from the side of her face I could see the face of this beautiful woman.

Her..

The tray and menu book that I was holding instantly fell down.

For a moment I was attentive around.

" Sorry.." I was not aware of speaking Indonesian.

I immediately bowed and picked up this tray and menu book. My hands were shaking and my legs were limp. Is this just an illusion.

Am I dreaming..

Is it because it hurts a little bit that I'm hallucinating that she's Devi???

" ye.. You're okay what? This woman speaks Indonesian. Even her white finger rested quietly on my shoulder 

I was really scared to see her. Fear of reality. Please slap me so I can think sanely.

" I'm sorry, I'm fine" I said. I really don't dare look ahead.

" You look pale! Oh.. Can you see the menu??

I hesitantly and nervously handed over the menu book.

" Are you sick? Your hands are shaking??"

" I'm sorry Miss! I was just nervous "I answered trying to master the situation. I really wanted to slap my face and look at him. Whether I dream or not.

" Don't Nervous. You are Indonesian too! We are the same Indonesian people, happy to meet you" said this woman is very friendly, from her voice she is clearly different from Devi. I'm probably the only one who's fucked up anyway. Where maybe Devi's still alive.

" Yes Miss" I said slowly even I doubt he heard her.

" all right. I'll just order this" said the woman pointing to the menu.

I immediately took note of her and followed her other orders.

Then I repeated what he ordered.

" Sorry..

He interrupted me.

Emmm can you see me! Hmm it feels like you're talking to the table alone" I'm not comfortable hearing this customer's complaint. But it's really heavy.

Alright Alena.. I just mislooked.

" I'm sorry Miss "I took a deep breath and raised my head.

My body is back stiff.

In front of me is Devi

I was back in shock.

" Sorry.. " His voice instructed me to return to reality.

But is he really Devi? Is it just similar? That Devi is she Amnesia??

I re-repeated her order and this lady took off kindly. From his authority he was very different. Devi is quite spoiled if this woman is friendly with an adult aspect.

" It's all right! You can please bring it. Sorry are! I'm tired" Whisper with a row of well-groomed teeth also white.

I was back surprised.

" ba's good.. Sorry I'm "I ducked and then got out of there.

I was still a little dazed but my craziness changed when I saw my master's son standing near the cashier. He was a young man who could be said to be handsome and also kind. Many servant girl colleagues I adore her even often gossip her. There's even a rumor he's a guy, I don't know.

I immediately greeted him. The habit of Indonesia greet someone from gestures. Although I never talked to Boss' son, but I was a little nervous that he met my eyes like he wanted to say hello. But I'm too lazy to respond to a guy right now, let alone any storage history ****.

About 3 minutes of this woman's order is complete. I'm more steadying my soul to get back to her.

" Excuse me Miss. Sorry to wait so long" I said more straightforwardly now.

He flinched in surprise and waited for me to present his order. Sometimes I steal my eyes. This woman is exactly the same as Devi. There's no blemish on his face. She was very beautiful, her skin was like a glittering pearl. So perfect.

" okay. Thank you "Talk her with a big smile looks like she can't wait to eat her dinner.

" Same as Miss, good-bye"

I immediately turned around and headed towards the kitchen table. My heart feels like it's going to be dislodged, I'm holding it deeper it's still Devi's heart. There's no way her heart's here and she's alive.

I think this is really surprising.

Every time I take an order, I always wait for this woman to finish eating her food.

He eats quite quickly as time-hunters occasionally look at his watches.

" lena.. Do you need to know him?" Grace whispers. He then opened his eyes to the woman who was the center of my attention.

" No! He looks just like an old acquaintance! But it's dead. I was so shocked" I replied as I was.

Grace shut her mouth.

" Is that really his twin?"

" I don't know! "

My eyes then glanced as the woman was ready to get up.

" I'm going to find out Grace" I said, and Grace nodded and picked up the tray I was holding.

I accidentally came out of the Restaurant and the cold air instantly pierced my bones. After waiting a few minutes. This Devi-like woman came out while raising the scarf she was wearing. His body was also covered in a thick coat.

" Excuse me" I exclaimed making her almost jump in shock. I immediately stared at her regretfully making her shocked like that.

" So! You are so similar to someone! May I know your name?" I said straight to the point.

He looked at me for a few seconds as if he suspected me

" ah. I'm Alena I'm from Jakarta and this is a sign-of

" Irena"

My movements stopped when I wanted to show my ID. Did he just call my name or repeat the name I called.

" Your name is Alena? " There was a ripple of pleasure in his eyes. " Our names are similar"

He then extended his hand with a sigh.

" Aela"

I was silent for a few seconds somehow this name is like I've ever heard.

Wait for...

Her name is like

I remember taking Devan out on a motorcycle in Batam. We ate chicken onions and she told me that the reason she liked Devi was because her face was similar to her little friend's name was Alea.

Even I guessed her sosmed account name stands for her name with her little friend.

Thatvs right..

So is he Alea the same person.

My eyes were blocked by this woman's waving hand. Not the face of the sumringah but now he was confused to see me.

" I'm sorry, are you Alea? Did you live in Jakarta? After graduating from school, did you study abroad? Aaapaa is you.. Who knows Devan Alexandre Humours??" My last question is more specific.

Women want to look amazed at my word. Even his eyes that were like this black wine stared at me deeply. Even the way this is exactly the same as Devi.

There's a sense of tightness here.

Reminds me of Devi's terrible figure.

" You know Devan?"

I smiled thinly even this is not a question anymore but the answer that is very accurate he is Alea, Devan's first love.

" I know him" answered I've left my word.

I think my hands are getting cold. I put this hand in my work skirt pocket.

" It's very cold here. I'm glad to see you. Besides us, we are Indonesians! You're Devan's friend too. But baby I'm in a hurry! Here's my business card. Stop by if you are not busy. Dev's friend is my friend too"

This woman then reached into her bag and took the wallet. Take out a small paper.

I accepted it and briefly read the name there.

Alea Anata, the name there is simple engraved but quite gives a graceful impression. He's a fashion designer.

Honestly looking at her face made me a little nauseous. The shock and trauma caused me to swallow her round. It's for my daughter.

" good. Emm..

I'm still stuck there. Breathe in deeply. Think what I'm going through is real??

Even with the pain I left behind I can look back at Devi?

" Have you ever seen Devan again? " I asked her to resist the urge that she wanted to leave.

He answered but his phone rang.

Alea picked up this phone "Yes it's already on the road" she replied in Indonesian. That means that the one who spoke to him must be Indonesian.

My heart is racing, maybe...

" Sorry.. You can call me at that number. Right now I'm really in a hurry" he said looking regretful.

I myself can only smile thinly.

" Aah yes papa. Alright... Congratulations malan" I said again.

Then Alea immediately got into his sedan car which was not far parked there.

A few seconds he passed the account immediately hailed a taxi there.

" Follow the car sir" Pinta said, wiping my arm. Real cold. It's beyond estimation so I'm just wearing a restaurant uniform without a jacket. It felt like my body was frozen. I sneezed a few times. But my mind was just moving forward. I will not miss this golden opportunity.