The Wira Satriaji

Satriaji

"Dad ... Mum...!!!"

The shrill voice of a boy lying delirious, shocked Bu Surti who was holding back his sleepiness.

"Why son? Be patient

for a moment, my husband is buying medicine for your wound" whispered Bu Surti into the ear of the unknown boy.

The boy's pale-white face endured the pain all over his body, the heat began to spread throughout his entire body.

"Like this kid also has a fever, must be the result of his wound,"

"Mas Yatno ko can be a long time huh?! Is there anything blocking his steps?!" muttered

Bu Surti was getting restless.

Bu Surti stood and paced back and forth in the house he lived in with his husband.

"Finally he came too" muttered Bu Surti upon hearing the sound of footsteps

outside his house.

Bu Surti opened the door and welcomed her husband.

"How about where sir? Is there a cure??" ask Bu Surti.

"It's Mom!!"

Mr. Yatno gave medicine to the boy he found in the river.

With painstakingness Bu Surti smeared the medicine on the boy's back. The pain again made the boy moan to endure the pain.

"Ow ... ouch! it hurts..!!!" Stir the boy.

"Patience, son, soon your wounds will dry up,"

"I will take care of you like my own child, you must be strong" said Bu Surti.

Mr. Yatno came and accompanied his wife.

"How are things??"

"He still has a fever, probably because of the wound," pointed Bu Surti towards the boy's back.

"It could be, Mom."

The husband and wife looked at the boy with pity, they did not know what the boy was going through.

"According to what hurt this boy sir??"

"Like it's the claw of a wild beast, ma'am, but how could a brat this small face off against a wild beast??"

The two husbands had the same thought, who was the little boy found by her husband, how could he be washed away and drowned into the river?.

"We should just wait for him to realize, hopefully he can remember everything he has experienced, What a fate that is less fortunate" said Mr. Yatno.

Bu Surti did not respond to her husband's words, but she confirmed the words of the man who accompanied her life.

Kuk!!

The sound of a rooster indicates that if the day has been morning, the atmosphere of Jalak city is again crowded as usual.

A boy's eyelids opened and looked around where he was lying.

"Where am I??"

The boy's eyes wildly looked in all directions.

"Who saved me??" The boy tried to sit up, but the wound on his back kept him from moving much.

Sssttt!!

"Ow ... my back!! the boy groaned in pain.

"You're conscious, son??"

Bu Surti came with a bright face because he knew the boy he was caring for was conscious.

"Whose mother? And where am I now??" ask the boy.

"Call Surti's mother, my husband finds you drowning in the river"

"the river???"

Hearing that story the boy's head became indelibly ill.

"Why? did you forget??" ask Bu Surti.

"My head hurts Mom!!" said the poor boy and pinched his head.

"You better rest, recover and heal your wounds first, we'll talk again. I'll prepare a meal for you" said Mrs Surti and left the boy alone in the room.

"I who am I? How did I get here?

The afternoon approached so quickly, the boy woke up again, and this time in front of him there were two husband and wife who had been waiting for him from earlier.

His eyes were staring at the husband and wife, like trying to recognize, but there was little in his picture of who the two different types of humans who were nearby.

"How are you doing??" ask Bu Surti

The boy was silent, he still did not know what to answer, his entire body still felt pain that continued to tickle his entire body.

"Is your body still hurting??" continued Bu Surti

The boy nodded his head.

"Who are you guys? Do you guys know me?

And who am I??" the boy finally opened his voice.

Bu Surti looked at her husband not knowing what to answer.

"Don't you remember what happened to you??" ask Mr. Yatno.

"No! I don't remember a thing at all. I don't know why I'm here, I don't know why I've had a cut on this back" the boy replied.

"Maybe you haven't healed yet, so your mind isn't clear yet!"

"You'd better eat."

Bu Surti gave the boy some food.

"Can you sit down??"

"It seems like I can, I'll try."

The boy was trying to endure the pain in his body, I don't know what made the boy so strong in the face of everything he had been through.

Mrs Surti went out of the room and called her husband.

"Sir! She doesn't remember anything, what should we tell her??" whispered Bu Surti.

"I'm also confused Mom, not knowing what to say to the kid."

"What do you think??" mr. Yatno

back asking.

"Mother was confused too, What if...??"

Ms. Surti whispered something into her husband's ear.

"Mother sure? Will he believe it??" asked Mr. Yatno not believe and not sure what his wife whispered.

"If we don't try how we might know sir. I think that's best for the kid. I'm sure it will bring her mental back" replied Bu Surti.

"Good! Whatever it is, you follow the idea of mother only,

I'm sure you've thought carefully" said Mr. Yatno agreed with his wife's idea.

Bu Surti's face sumringah because her husband agreed to the idea that would be carried out.

"Hopefully the child believes yes sir. I hope so much" said Bu Surti.

" Yes, I hope so too. I also loved the boy's innocence."

Mr. Yatno and Bu Surti went back into the room, they saw that the boy had finished eating, and was back lying down.

"How do you eat, son? Yummy??" ask

Bu Surti's.

" Thank you ma'am, can you explain who I am??" the boy again asked about himself.

Bu Surti looked at her husband, Mr. Yatno nodded his head and like telling his wife to open the identity of the boy.

"Actually you're our son. Yesterday you drowned, so you forgot who you were,"

mrs Surti replied with a warm smile.

"Mother?" The boy was shocked.

"So this is my father??" ask the boy.

"Yes son, this father is your father" replied Mr. Yatno moved because someone called him with the call of father.

"Dad ... Mommy!!" the boy was so happy to feel back home.

"Mom, what's my name??" ask the boy.

"Wira Satriaji" said Bu Surti short.

"Wira Satriaji??"

"Not bad!!" said the boy.