An Overdose of Love
N2=My Missing Wife>> Memory Back
I don't know how long I've been knocked unconscious, until finally something wet stuck to me. It felt like the body was getting a little hot, with the body shivering in a cold tremble.
{Ana, where are you going?}
{I'm sorry, I can't be with you anymore}
{Indeed why? Don't leave me Ana}
{I'm sorry mas, can't be with you}
{Don't .. don't, Ana! I don't want to part with you}
{Sorry, mas}
{Not ... no, don't leave me Ana}
My position with him is far away. Ana was standing right in the middle of the street. The tears keep on pouring. His arms stretched out eagerly to draw me closer to him. However, his heavy legs could not get close to where he was standing.
{Bhuuuugh, suddenly a car hit Ana's body, until her body bounced rolling to asphalt}
{Ana, noaaaaak?}
Screaming loudly. His body was bounced far away. I just sobbed I couldn't get close to him. Sitting down, Ana's body was covered in blood.
"Mas ... Mas Adit's. Wake up.. wake up, Mas!" a hand was patting my cheek.
"Heeh, e'eh .. uh," My mouth still felt troubled by fear.
Cheeks are repeatedly patted, but the eyes are very heavy to just open it.
"Home ... Ana. No. .. no! Don't leave, Mas!" I cried out loud as soon as I opened my eyes, because I could no longer see Ana's accident.
Instantly the body feels weak, and also has been sweating cold when the spray has soaked the pelipia. Now I'm hard-earned to neutralize the heart that had pounded so hard.
"Mas ... Mas Adit's. Are you all right?" The voice of the woman next to me.
"Astagfirullah, Ana!" I said, who was already divorced from tears and immediately embraced her.
Comfortable once in the warmth of a hug. It felt like fear disappeared instantly. Many feelings are mixed, between sad, shocked, nyesek, not willing and certainly not willing to lose.
"I'm sorry. Don't ever leave me, Ana!" I said who hugged the hug.
"What's up, Mom? How come you're scared like this" he said.
"Yes, Ana."
"Now calm down. Take a deep breath. If you're gonna make it a point."
The soft voice poured down the soul. Long in his arms. Ana's hand did not come off continuing to rub the shoulder plan. Like a child, I kept clinging to this woman.
"I just saw you in an accident, with a body full of blood," I responded as my hands rubbed clear water that had been dripping on cheeks.
"Astagfirullah hal adzim. It must have been Adit's been having a nightmare" Ana guessed.
"Certainly that?" I feel like I don't believe.
"Yes, Mas. Look I'm okay now, right! And now it's sitting with you" Ana said honestly.
"Yes .. yes," I replied, scratching my head.
"But I'm so grateful you turned out okay and unharmed" I said.
"Alhamdulillah yes, mas. It turned out to be just a nightmare. May it be only a reprimand," she replied feeling grateful.
Feet that had been covered in blankets, had been slid down on the floor. There is a feeling of longing in the name of longing. My woman looked thin and in my mind felt strange. How could Ana be skinny and look so tired. Are not the facilities for him guaranteed.
"Oh yeah, what about your content?" manya curious.
"Relations?" answer by putting on a big face.
"Yes content. How deflated?" my answer makes it clear again.
Hands gently touch her stomach.
"Hallo, Mommy. You weren't wrong on the question just now?"
"No."
Ana seemed very pertinent to my question, and I also became confused at the expression she showed.
"Mas Adit remember everything?" he said enthusiastically.
A happy face. It cannot be explained by his attitude now.
"Remember? What the hell do you mean? I'm really confused" I said in surprise.
"Alhamdulillah, O Allah, you have restored his memory. It turns out that my prayers have not been in vain, and You have granted them. Thank you God" Ana's prayer raised her hands up, repeatedly giving thanks.
"What the hell is Ana, actually?" I asked who continued in the confusion.
"Alhamdulillah, Mother. You now remember everything. As a result of the accident that is happening to you yesterday, so that in the doctor's diagnosis that mas Adit has amnesia, so that in yesterday you do not remember who I am!" brightest.
Bended face. There was a deep stroke of sadness.
"Certainly that?" I said the one who still doesn't believe.
"There really is evidence, really!" enthusiastic speaking.
Surprisingly Ana immediately waltzed away leaving me who was still sitting limp on the bed . I don't know what else Ana will show, because this self is still tangent to her behavior, which continues to say that I lost my memory.
"This, Mas! Look at this, '" he said, holding a tiny baby.
"What do you mean?" my question is getting more confusing.
"This is our son who was born, is a female, and his nickname is Aliya!" the explanation.
"Is that true?" my joy is still uprooted.
"Yes mas!" the answer.
Instantly I jumped out of bed, and immediately approached Ana and tried to switch to riding my baby.
"Here ...here, Ana. Let me hold it."
Hand vibrates. This little baby just squirms slowly.
The tears seemed to not want to stop, when the excitement of having a baby that I had been waiting for and craving, was now present in the middle of my small family.
Finally we both got swept away in tears and hugged each other, as a result of being touched and remembered through the bleak days of building a household yesterday. Not to forget that now Ana and I have been accompanied by a smile as well, to prepare for a happy day on the day to come.