The Step Sister of Tiri

183. Amnesiacs

“Hanif, Kinan,” call two women who are running towards two people who are sitting in the waiting chair.

Kinan was surprised to see the arrival of his two mothers. He didn't tell Mama Aisyah why she was here. Mama Aida must have told me. Both parents are always compact, hopefully so on

"How are you guys doing? Why doesn't anyone tell Mama?" ask Mama Aisyah who just came.

She hugged the princess because she was so worried earlier, when Aida said that Hanif was in an accident. She was afraid something would happen to both of them. Although the irony already says if they're okay. Precisely bumping into a small child, still as the parents of Mama Aisyah worried.

"We're okay, Ma. Only the child is still inside. He is also unconscious. He will soon be conducting further checks. Let's hope he's okay" replied Kinan who was in his mother's arms.

"Where's the boy's parents?" mama Aida asked while looking left and right.

"That's it, Ma. When we hit the boy, he was alone. We tried to find out by asking people around, but no one knew him. We also gave our number to one of the sellers there. Who knows if someone is looking for him," said Kinan, who was taken by his parents.

"What age is that little boy, anyway? Male or female? Why did his parents leave," asked Mama Aisyah who was also upset with the behavior of irresponsible parents.

There are a lot of people out there who want to have children. It's even been in vain. What a pity that boy. If they are not ready to have children, it should be prevented first.

"Male, he's about seven or eight years old. We also don't know why he was left behind or accidentally missed."

"That money should not be left alone. How, Sih, his parents were," grumbled Mama Aisyah.

"Maybe he's gone from his parents, little kids usually like it that way. We don't know what his parents are doing right now."

"Yes, too."

The ER room was open, two nurses pushed the gurney with the child, into the examination room. Everyone followed from behind and waited outside the room. Examination is done long enough all done by an expert doctor, so it does not feel the time is already afternoon.

"It's late in the afternoon, but why hasn't anyone been looking for the kid, huh? Though his son was out of sight all day" asked Kinan.

"Yes, too. It's late in the afternoon, is it possible that the person we've assigned the phone number has gone home when that person arrives?" asked Hanif who thought of some possibilities.

"But the one who saw the incident a lot, Mas. They must have told the people who were looking for him."

"Yes too, anyway. Hopefully someone will find him soon. It's a pity that he's alone no one's looking. He's from a pretty decent family."

"How can you say that?"

Kinan looked at his husband. He wanted to ask for an explanation of the man's thoughts. They just don't know who their family is, why they can think that way. If it is true that the child belongs to the family, why be left on his own path.

"Darling, judging by the clothes that the boy was wearing, it seemed like he was not a street child. Not people can not afford it because the clothes are also quite branded. Later I will try to find his parents," said Hanif, who is owned by Kinan.

Both of them were currently still confused thinking about the fate of this child. Somehow into his denpannya, hopefully his parents soon found. The boy could also be with his family. Kinan was also still afraid of something happening to his husband.

"Do we need to go to the police, ma'am? Later you will be the one who will get hit because you hit him. I don't want to happen to you."

"God willing no, there is also CCTV there so, it can be proven who is wrong. Even though the kids are not to blame. I'm not running from responsibility either."

Kinan nodded. Even so, there was still fear in his heart.

"Mama Aida, Mama Aisyah, you better go home. It's late in the afternoon, you must be tired, too" Hanif said to his two mothers.

"It's okay, we wait for the boy to come out. We want to know how it turned out," rejected Mama Aida who still wanted to wait. At home, he cannot be calm. Likewise with Mama Aisyah who agrees with her iron.

"Ma, tomorrow will come here or later if the doctor has said the results, I will say it with Mama. Now you better go home." Hanif tried to persuade her mother, but it seemed very difficult. Both of them want to wait here.

"Papa is also coming home soon, will definitely nyariin mama," said Kinan who also wanted to persuade his mother.

"No, Mama will wait here. Mama also told Papa that Mama was in the hospital, Papa said he wanted to pick her up here" replied Mama Aida.

"Yes, Mama also said to Papa to pick her up here" said Mama Aisyah.

If it had been like this, Kinan and Hanif could only resign. It is up to the parents what they want. Not long after the door opened as well. A doctor came out, followed by a nurse carrying a map in her hand.

"Preferably you come with me to the room, I'll explain there."

"Yes, Doc."

The doctor left first, followed by the nurse.

"You're here, yes, honey" Hanif told his wife.

"I want to go with you, Mom. I also want to know how the boy is doing."

"Well then, Mama Aisyah same Mama Aida here first, please take care of the child, who knows need something," said Hanif who asked for help to both parents.

"Yes, you guys just go, later if there's anything important, let us know. Don't worry about the kid" said Mama Aida.

"Yes, Ma."

Hanif and Kinan followed the Doctor into his room. The two sat at the doctor's desk waiting, what he wanted to explain.

"So this is how, overall, nothing is fatal, but any injuries the child has sustained could result in temporary memory loss. Again, this is just a prediction. He could be okay."

Hanif and Kinan looked at each other, both feeling guilty. What if it really happened then, how would he be responsible? Until now, his parents have not been looking.

"If it's true that this child has amnesia, will it heal, Doc?"

"Amnesia can be cured in several ways, some with drugs, some with therapy. Each person is different too. Even those who do nothing can regain their own memories, but this child I think can heal because the wound is not too severe."

The doctor explained some of the treatment for the boy, Kinan and Hanif, both listening to what the doctor described for the child. He wants the child to be as healthy as ever. After everything was clear, Kinan and Hanif returned to the examination room earlier, but it turned out that the child had been transferred to the hospital room, having already regained consciousness. The two immediately went there and wanted to see the child's current state.

"Assalamualaikum" said Hanif and Kinan simultaneously.

"Waalaikumsalam, you, we have been waiting for you. This boy is conscious, we have asked him, but the boy is silent. Maybe because he doesn't know us."

"It turns out, this child has lost his memory" whispered Mama Aisyah making Kinan nod.

He was not so surprised because this was as the doctor had said before. Doctors also forbid them to wonder at the child so as not to be too depressed. Better make her happy and assume we are her family.

Kinan tried to get the boy to talk. Initially timid. However, after a while, he began to get used to the woman.

"Assalamualaikum," said two men who had just entered the room. Who else if not Papa Hadi and Papa Vishnu. Both wanted to see the circumstances of the victim, as told by their wives.

"Getishalight."

The two men sat on the sofa, where their wives were. There was also Hanif sitting there.

"How's the kid doing, Hanif?" ask Papa Hadi.

"The doctor said he had to undergo some treatment" Hanif replied as he was.

"Nobody's family's looking either?" ask Papa Vishnu.

"Not yet, Pa. I'm also surprised, when he was a kid, he should still be under surveillance."

"Where did you hit him? Let Papa try to help find his parents later, all you please photograph him so that later it will be easier to find his parents-in-law."

"So I've got a picture of him, I'll send it to Papa's phone."

They talked for a while before taking their wives home. Mama Aida still wants to be here, but with the husband's persuasion, the middle-aged woman finally wants to go home too.

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