When Love Only Remains a Name

When Love Only Remains a Name
Tell a Story About the Past



Taufiq took Naila to his personal doctor. Once there Naila directly checked.


“Where? Naila why not, right?” ask Taufiq.


“She's okay but don't let her think of anything really heavy. What


she's Amnesia?” ask the doctor.


“Iya doc.”


“Maybe he was trying to remember something that made his head hurt.


Try not to be too hard to remember his past let him


remember by itself.”


“But earlier I didn't do what doc. He and I were just chatting normally.”


“Maybe there's something in you that makes him like he knows her so he


trying to think hard.”


“Is that?”


“Iya.”


“Dok, will he lose his memory for his immersion?”


“No, I think sooner or later she must remember who she was.”


“Can doc?”


“Iya. He has, you wait for him inside but now he is still unconscious.


I have to go because there are still many patients I have to deal with.”


“Iya doc, thank you yes. “ Taufiq.


After the doctor left, Taufiq immediately went to see his wife. There he saw the


the wife lay with her eyes closed. Taufiq.


himself and trying to hold his hand.


“Honey, wake up. Don't worry like this. Honey, I wouldn't papa kog if


you don't remember who you are but please don't get sick again like this. Mas


it hurts if you feel sick. My dear, I love and love you very much


ye. I don't want to lose you a second time. (That doesn't feel Taufiq


crying, tears just keep falling on Naila's hand, Naila who's been


consciously tried to keep his eyes closed to be able to hear all speech


Taufiq)


You know, when you were in an accident a year and a half ago. It makes the world a mas


feels destroyed. Especially when the doctor says if you die, you feel


that life is meaningless anymore. I feel like life is right


destroyed darling. You cannot live without you. You are the wife of one


the other, the wife who is very much in love.


You never know, baby, how tormented you are for a year and a half. Mas


hold the longing alone and you know dear. It's like a robot because


mas always spend 24 hours just for work, work and work


all of this is done so that you forget the same. So that I am not too thoughtful


same you. I want to end my life because I can't stand it,


mas already can not resist the patience to keep living alone without


you are beside me. What do you live for if the source of your power is already


there aren't. But mas tried to hold on while praying that


god gave us another chance to take care of you, baby. Mas


really suffering, really tortured mas really let alone women out there


who tried to approach the mas, make the mas very sick of them


with your closest friends who try to continue to give the same attention


it makes you really frustrated. Darling, I suffered so much.


But when I found out you were alive, I was so happy. Since then mas


like having the strength to live. I will always look after and


protected you. I won't let you stay away from me anymore. Mas won't


let you fall into someone else's arms, and you won't let anyone


Darling, I promise sooner or later I will


make you remember the same yourself and also the same mas and both parents


ye. Oh yes about your father and mother, they are now abroad.


Later if you have remembered back about your past, mas promise mas will


take you there.


Now that you are still sleeping, can you if you hug you. It will not be a sin


because he hugged his wife. Can ya?” taufiq said, He also


then hugged Naila tightly. The hug was long, almost 15 minutes.


Naila tries to digest every word Taufiq says.


He really doesn't understand but he tries to understand and tries to


remembering about his past but every time he tries to remember it,


then the more his headache finally he decided not to remember


remember his past.


Naila enjoyed the embrace Taufiq gave her and she also returned the hug


Taufiqs. Making Taufiq startled and letting go of his embrace.


“Why on freelancing mas?” ask Naila smile.


“You're not angry because it hurt you?” ask Taufiq.


“Neg. Here hug me again.” Naila said as she spread out her two hands, Taufiq too


smile and embrace her once more.


“Mas happy because mas can hug you again.” Taufiq's whisper in Naila's ear.


“Although I don't know who mas but Naila sure we used to be close to each other.” Answer Naila.


“Don't call yourself Naila because your name isn't Naila but Cinta.”


Taufiq.


“Yes my name is Love if I have remembered who I am but before I remember who I am


so I'll take Naila.” Naia.


“Terasu. As long as it makes you happy, I will gladly accept it.


Did you hear everything I said.”


“Iya.”


“So you pura sleeping?”


“Iya because I want to know what words issued by mas Taufiq. If indeed


I'm really his wife, can I if I see our marriage first.


I mean a photo or vidio or a wedding book for example.”Ask Naila.


“Cotably can.” Taufiq took his phone and he showed a photo of the two of them


married, even Taufiq also had a vidio as he uttered the qobul ijab. It


it also shows a photo of Naila's real father and mother. It too


showing a photo of Naila during a visit to the orphanage and also when she visited


at the house of ma'am wati, the person she helped. While showing some photos


and vidio, Taufiq also explained in detail one by one. And Naila


trying to remember, remember, but unfortunately, he completely forgot everything


but at least she began to believe that Taufiq was really her husband.


“Even if you already know about us, I hope you don't tell anyone


including Elsa and Inah's mother, the one who helped you get there


you really remember everything. I'll help you, baby, I'll


help you remember everything.”


“Thank you, thank you for being faithful and thank you for your struggle during


this.”Naila said, she hugged her husband tightly. Taufiq also recounted


why is Naila like this. From the beginning Naila had an accident even


until he meets Naila again, everything he tells me in detail because


Taufiq did not want to hide anything about him. Taufiq wants to try to


be honest about everything that has happened.