
Dimas was only silent, but his gaze could not be separated from the face that he missed so much. Calm and full of softness that had always filled his day.
queen felt strange with the man in front of her.the man who only remained silent when he spoke.queen only shook his head and then he intended to leave the man who thought he was strange.
"wait" cried Dimas when he saw the girl leaving him.
Queen stopped her steps. turned her head back towards Dimas.
"whoareyou? " ask Dimas.
"i'm queen. My name is queen. I've mentioned my name many times, but you're still always saying I'm Zahra" Queen said in an annoyed tone.
"can we talk? " ask Dimas again.
queen stared at her wrist, she looked at the clock that was circular there and said "not now, today I am having an event. I was out to pick up something at my mother's request, and now of course my mama is waiting for me. Maybe later in the afternoon at the cafe down the street" Queen pointed across the highway where there was a big cafe.
"you Nasrani? " asked Dimas because the girl mentioned that her mother was waiting for her in the church.
Queen just nodded.with a lazy smile.honestly after he woke up from a coma after an accident and experiencing amnesia, he did not like his current self. moreover, Erick said that he was a Christian just like people who had claimed to be his family. His heart refused with what was conveyed by his brother, but he was just silent until later he would find out for himself about his identity.
dimas's visibly veiled face harbored disappointment.he was again unsure if the girl was Zahra. "My Zahra is a Muslim, not a Christian" said Dimas.
in the afternoon Dimas was already sitting at the cafe table appointed by the queen. Dimas is very sure the resemblance between queen and Zahra is almost 100%. it's just their different clothes and beliefs.especially when Dimas noticed the queen's pendant, it was the same pendant as his wife's. Dimas saw clearly the pendant hanging on the queen's neck because it was queen did not wear a hijab like his wife.
"Hi, I've been waiting for him for a long time" said a woman to Dimas.
Dimas who had been playing his cell phone, he looked at the photo of the wife when he was in Bali.Some alone there are also both.look romantic and very happy. Dimas turned his head to the queen who was sitting on a one-table chair with Dimas, but the chair was facing the one that Dimas occupied.
after ordering drinks there was no conversation between the two, they were busy with their respective feelings.
"you know who this photo is on my phone" Dimas asked after a moment of silence.
queen received the phone and stared at the photo on Dimas' phone. A picture of a half-body woman sitting sweetly with her hands on her chin. The woman was veiled.
"the face of the woman in the photo is the same as mine" said Queen wonder. "who is she?, is she the Zahra you often call her name? " ask queen again.
Dimas just nodded. then he again showed a photo of Zahra when not hijab, both with Dimas with both cheeks attached.
queen took the phone. He was again amazed.Their faces were really similar, like a betel in two. Queen glanced at the pendant hanging around Zahra's neck. He zoomed in on the photo.
"the locket? " question Queen by staring at her pendant and then pay attention to Zahra's pendant again.
"there's no way that photo is me" he said.
"who exactly are you? from the beginning we talked, you haven't mentioned your name? " question queen with a trembling voice.
Dimas was just silent.Now he was very sure if the queen was Zahra. He also believes Zahra must have lost her memory and returned with a new identity that is queen.
"my name is Dimas, and the photo of the woman on the phone is my wife. Her name is Zahra Auliya. now she disappeared somewhere. We had an accident. until now I could not find him" Dimas looked glassy.His heart ached when holding the longing of the wife.
Queen was so sad to hear the story of Dimas, she could also feel how much of a burden the man in front of her felt.
"you know, I thought you were my wife, and I'm pretty sure you're my wife, too. Apart from that necklace my wife also has a mole on her left wrist. it also has a birthmark on your left back, and to prove that my guess was wrong I asked you to show me tahilalat on your left wrist" Dimas said pleadingly. he did not dare to look at the queen's face.
without thinking about the length of the queen releasing the circular watch on his left hand, he was wide in disbelief.and it is true that on his left wrist there is a small black tahilalat. and he also knew that if his back had a birthmark, this really couldn't have been a coincidence.
"are you right my husband?, I really can't remember" Queen said with tears in her eyes.
Dimas again gave his phone, there he showed photos of his photos with Zahra, ranging from wedding photos to honeymoon photos in Bali.
Queen cried while occasionally holding her head. It hurts so much her head when she stared at the photo. The headache is incredible, her head feels throbbing. her body can not compensate for her brain. his eyes are blurred and...
"Brughh.... " The Queen fell to the floor, unconscious. Dimas panicked, everyone who was there then approached to help Queen. Dimas still can not hold queen, because his legs are not too strong, his legs are healed . Dimas asked the people at the cafe to bring the queen into Dimas' car. Dimas will bring the queen to the hospital.A chance given by God, he will soon find out whether the queen is really Zahra or not.he called Thomas to ask for help. And Thomas came soon. There, they were told by doctors that the patient on behalf of the queen did have amnesia, and based on some of Thomas's investigations, they were all linked. the hair from Elizabeth's mistress Thomas took a few months ago before the accident was matched with a sample of Queen's hair, and it's all been proven if the queen was Zahra.
The heart of Dimas flowers, he has returned to find his soul mate that has long been lost. he is unceasingly grateful to God for protecting his beloved wife and not only that he is also grateful that God has returned half of his lost heart.