
A handsome man just got off a plane. The man was holding a boy about 1 year old. A beautiful woman followed him from behind.
In front of the airport, a driver had been waiting for their arrival since half an hour ago. The driver opened the door and let the three men sit on the back bench, then put their luggage in the trunk.
The car drove off the airport. About an hour or so, the car was winding into a luxury residential gate. Everyone came down and stepped inside the house.
"Welcome Madam, Master, young master," said Jeny, a servant who welcomed their arrival.
"Thank you, Jeny, is our room renovated?" ask a woman named Adila.
"Already Madam, you can already occupy him to rest." replied Jeny.
"Good, we happen to be very tired. Please prepare Adnan's needs!"
Adila clasped her husband's hand and led him to the room. While his son went with Jeny to another room.
In the room, Adila lay her body on the bed. Her husband decided to lie on the sofa.
"Mas, why lie there? Here dong!" pinta Adila spoiled.
"No need, I'm just here!" answer husband.
"Mas, what happened to you? Why do you always avoid me?" snapped Adila was upset.
"Don't yell at me! As long as you're still lying to me, don't expect me to touch you!" snapped the man no less upset.
"Who lied to you? All I've told you, is it lacking?" Adila lowered her tone.
"Oh, I'm tired. Don't bother me anymore!" The man turned his back to Adila, then closed his eyes slowly.
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At the same time, Maura was leaning on the bed. He opened his cell phone gallery and looked at one by one photos of his memories with Dion. I don't think her tears just fell.
"Darling, I wish all this was just a dream. When I wake up, I want to look at your face for the first time. Was I wrong to expect that?" murmured Maura while touching the picture of Dion with his fingers.
Maura was powerless to stem her longing, a feeling that was becoming increasingly shackled in her heart. I don't know where he should pour that taste.
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Elsewhere, Adila's husband rose from his bed. He stepped out of the room and walked towards the swimming pool.
There he was pensively thinking of something that was troubling his mind. Although Adila has often convinced herself, but Adila's confession makes her more confused. It was like walking on someone else's feet.
"Master's night, what are you doing here?" jeny asked, she accidentally saw her Master pensively alone.
"Nothing, just looking for some fresh air. What are you doing here yourself?" answer the man with a question.
"Together with Mister, enjoy a gust of wind that does not know where the destination is." said Jeny.
"Hahahaha, you could have." The man chuckled.
Jeny looked intimately at her Master, for some reason her heart felt sorry to see the man's gaze. Empty, but it contains many questions.
"Are you happy with this marriage?" ask Jeny to know.
"Why ask like that?" ask the man back.
"Nothing, just asking." replied Jeny.
The man could not hide his feelings. Her little heart was against everything that happened to her. For some reason, he doesn't know either.
"For a long time, about 6 years." replied Jeny.
"That means you know everything about me, right?" ask the man.
Jeny was silent to the question. He doesn't know what to answer. Wrong in the least, he could have been fired by Adila. While he desperately needed this job.
"Why shut up? I'm sure you know something about me, just tell me the truth! For some reason, I feel like I'm someone else here, not myself." explained the man.
"Sorry sir, I can't say anything to you. I made a promise to Madam" replied Jeny.
"That means my guess is right, right? Something's wrong with all this" the man said.
"Only time can answer, I know you're a good man. May you find answers to all the questions that plague your mind. Be confident with yourself, sir!"
Jeny got up from her seat, then left her Master just like that. He was afraid that Adila saw him and misunderstood him.
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In the morning, Adila was tidy with her office clothes. He's getting ready to go, there's an important meeting with his new business client at the company.
"I'm leaving first, there was a meeting with the leadership of Star Group this morning."
"Oh yeah, tonight you can accompany me to an event?" said Adila.
"Star Group?"
"Ok, okay. I'll come with you."
After Adila left, the man got up from his seat. His head suddenly dizzy and sat back on his stool.
"What happened to me?" muttered.
"Ohhhhhhh,"
The man's shout made Jeny surprised instead of playing. He ran towards the dining room and helped the man improve his sitting position.
"Sir, what happened to you?" ask Jeny to panic.
"Jeny, help me! My head feels like it's about to break." ask the man.
Jeny distraught to see her Master tormented withstanding pain, she did not know what to do. Adila had also left, to whom she had to ask for help.
"Patient sir, I went out first to seek help."
Jeny ran towards the security guard post, while the Master was already on the floor holding his head that did not stop pulsing, like being hit by thousands of nails.
"Sir Din, please help me! Mr. groaned in pain, we have to take him to the hospital" Jeny said asking for help.
Both of them ran into the house, the man was no longer able to stem the pain. Mr. Din and Jeny helped him stand up and swept him towards the car.
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The man was being treated by a Doctor, Mr. Din and Jeny waiting outside with his panicked face.
"Will the man's memory recover now, then what about the Madam? He will definitely be hit back when the man finds out who he is" Jeny told Mr Din.
"Let's go, hope for the best! Whatever the reason, the Madam's actions remain wrong. Masa' someone else thought her own husband? It was unnatural, what if that man already had a family? How would his wife feel if she knew all this?" gerutu Mr. Din.
"I feel sorry to see it too, we had a chat last night. He was very sure that his true self was not his present self. He felt that, but was unable to remember anything." Jeny explained.
"Pray! May there be a miracle from God for him. After all he shouldn't be here." said Mr. Din.