Come back to me
Kpk eps 17

While Syakir was raving with his female mercenary at the bar I could not keep my mind still to Namira, I worried about him to the point that I couldn't sleep all night because of him, "is he okay? how is he doing now? what got him into the hospital?" all those questions passed in my mind.

My heart continued to be unsettled, while what made me even more uneasy I could not reach out to anyone to ask Namira, at home there also seemed to be no one for me to ask Namira.

Last night I was up to the ceiling of the room looking for a way to find out how Namira was also trying to get up to find a phone that house could not, he said, do not walk to move even I'm in trouble still need the help of others.

A great desire that is not supported by circumstances is useless.

It's a pity that I continue to grieve my helpless condition.

"Namira I hope you're okay.." I murmured.

In the morning, someone opened the door to my room when he turned to see that Mbok Nami had returned from the hospital he brought a small bowl of warm water that he would use to wash my body.

From his face Mbok Nami looks very moody like depressed a very heavy burden, seeing that my heart becomes unsettled my mind directly to Namira.

With difficulty my lips I forcefully said a question to Mbok Nami, "Mbok, why? why Mbok Nami looks sad" I asked to be broken.

Mbok Nami who was wiping my body sighed heavily and confusedly, "Non Mira"

Namira.... ? my mind clings unsettled.

Mbok Nami stopped his movement he turned his face away and I heard him sobbing..

"What's wrong?" my mind wondered, "what is wrong with Namira why Mbok Nami immediately cried" my mind continued to flail fretfully.

"What's wrong? Namira why?" many ensure.

"Non Mira is having..."

But not yet Mbok Nami told everything from the outside, Syakir heard screaming.

"Mbok, Mbok? have my clothes been prepared?"

With a rush Nami came to the source of the voice did not forget to bring back the bowl that he had previously brought.

Syakir opened the room door to make sure Mbok Nami had moved to fulfill his call, "Mbok don't forget my breakfast!" he said he turned spoiled and Nami nodded her head at his employer's wishes.

Syakir why? why does he look so mediocre why don't I see the slightest bit of anxiety on his face? does Namira really mean nothing to him? does he never care about Namira's situation?.

The question kept on filling my mind when I saw Syakir as calm as that, even Sykir still took the time to go home and sleep at home when his wife was drooping in the hospital.

Last night around 1 am I heard Syakir's car entering the yard but I did not hear the car coming out again, it is certain that Syakir last night was at home, and so early this morning Syakir was already in the house it was very unlikely.

I really couldn't help myself, my heart kept on being agitated, "Namira I really want to know what you're doing right now, are you okay?"

Three months later...

"Hey, it looks like you've improved" Syakir kicked my leg a little rough.

Some of the events that happened in this house have become a neatly arranged agenda in my brain, about Namira. I want to know everything that's happened to her, if she feels any pain I want to help her, I want to bring back her smile that I'm now seeing from her face.

"Hey" Sayakir kicked back, "Do you remember who you are?" Syakir asked again.

Seeing that I was only speechless in confusion, Syakir I saw an evil smile. He knows that my situation now is because of him.

He may panic when he sees me lying helpless, or he may want to eliminate me without a trace so that no one knows all the foul deeds.

Looking at the way he was driving, I'm 100% sure that the accident was intentional, but what was the motive?

"I am, I am" I said in a broken way, for indeed my jaw was not able to move normally.

"Do you remember who you are?" search again. I was getting intimidated by the question. I also smell worry in the question.

Should I pretend? in order to know what her motive was for doing this to me?.

"Hey" Syakir kicked back.

"Do you know someone named Argian? A successful young entrepreneur has pursued a career in acrylic and modern home furnishings that is Asian-recognized quality, do you know him?" sakir.

I just kept quiet, didn't want to explain, more following the flow of what Syakir wanted. If he tries to hide the truth by keeping me in this place, then I will also make a speech that will make him acknowledge all the reasons for his treatment.

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Since I realized from my coma, actually little by little I began to remember everything even though it was not so poultice.

The first time I looked for my identity was because I didn't really know who I was and where I am.

That's when I started to feel awkward, three days in the hospital I was immediately moved for no apparent reason, besides, I don't hear people in this house looking for my origin and identity. Is it possible that Syakir tried to hide me?.

"I don't know him" I finally started designing my plays.

The reason being that Namira was in this place, I wanted to be close to her despite being someone who pretended not to recognize her.

"really?" tanya Syakir looked doubtful.

"Actually, who are you asking?" ask me weakly. The more I became my charade in order to convince Syakir, "Do you know him? or do you want to meet her, is she an artist?" tanyaku pura do not know.

"Do you remember who you are? and who are your parents?. Do you know who your family is?" Syakir asked again to confirm my memory.

"Who am I, and who are my parents?" I asked for a stupid temple, I frowned like I was thinking, "Mm aren't you my family?"

Syakir remained silent, then revealed an evil smile.

...He has got the answer he wants, which is, I forgot the memory....