What's up Selena ?

Chapter 1: Waking up

"Ma, sister is aware ma".

That's what I heard when I opened my eyes today. A voice that sounded cheerful with mixed feelings haru.

"Honey, you're sober" a middle-aged woman crying over me, she smiled so hard, I could feel it.

And here I am, right in the hospital room. Can't speak yet, can only glance. I looked at the three faces that were right above me. Don't know whose face it is, but they feel very close to me.

"We still need a re-examination, but I'm grateful that she's conscious, hopefully she can recover as soon as possible Buk Sinta" that's what the woman who was on my right side said that was clearly visible from her appearance that she was a doctor.

"Thank you Doctor Ambar" the woman looked at me joyfully, as well as the young woman next to her who I thought was about 17.

But one thing confused me, who are they ? Do they know me? And who am I ?.

***

I woke up without knowing who I was, based on a diagnosis of a strong impact on my head from an accident I had a year ago, so that it put me in a coma for a year and of course forget about me, my family and my mass, but there is one thing that remains in my head a name and a face that is "Gandhi".

The middle-aged woman turned out to be my mother who was named "Sinta" and the young woman was my sister who was named "Kayla", based on their story we lived three without a dead papa figure when Kayla was 6 years old, it was tragic but they said the mother remained strong so that it could support us with great adequacy, I also approved the successful label pinned to my mother, seen from the VIP hospital room and this house also looks very beautiful and luxurious.

"You know Ghandi ?" ask Kayla for a curious question. Kayla let go of her hug on me, looking at her agitated look like something was hidden.

"Sir, but I want to show you a picture of us first" Kayla then left by asking me a question.

I haven't mentioned Ghandi's name since I opened my eyes in the hospital and to this day. But it seems like my question will be answered soon, I better look at the contents of this room that they say this is my room, maybe I can remember the real me.

Very comfortable room with a French-style interior with milk white dominates, fragrant and certainly always cleaned, because I do not see the slightest bit of dust here.

"Sister" Kayla came in with so many photo albums, it was obvious she wanted to show me, with her spirit telling me every story in the photos she took, sometimes I laugh at stories that sound funny.

"You haven't brought all our photos yetwell, our photos are just as old as where ?" Kayla then fell silent and I looked at her questioningly.

"It's burning" my mom came in with a few other photo albums. I can only nod. And continue to look at those photos.

"You don't push yourself, baby, mama don't want you to do anything else so no matter what happens you don't have to remember everything, you just live to make mama happy" mama hugged me tightly, my mother hugged me, it was warm in her arms, and from the sound of her heart I felt a tremendous amount of sadness, I thought that my mother was still traumatized by my antics, because they both now remember it even I do not.

"Who is Gandhi?" mama let go of her embrace with a surprised look on her face, then she hugged me again very tightly.