Forced to marry her
62. Memory Loss

An and Vera were already sitting in the canteen.

They ordered two cups of coffee and some light meals.

An occasional surreptitious glance glanced at Vera's face.

"Gosh, it turns out she's so pretty when it's this calm. Huh.. what I think, no, I don't deserve to talk so, she is an artist while I'm just her brother's man. Uh, what's wrong with me why I think of him, even when I'm so nervous with him." An spoke to himself inwardly and smiled to himself like a man in a kasmaran.

Vera wanted to laugh to see An who was misbehaving that rich but Vera held back her laughter.

"Sir An why, why smile for yourself? Is there anything that makes you happy?" Ask Vera to investigate

"You made me rich." Answer An keceplosan. His mouth immediately closed with his palm in shame with Vera.

"Hahaha, why is that, are you getting interested in me, or are you starting to fall for me, hehe...!" Vera even teased him and made An's face become red like a boiled crab.

"Hem, I'm so embarrassed." An scratched his non-itchy head and smiled shyly at Vera's temptation.

Vera and An were joking like a couple who were kasmaran and did not care about the people around him.

Many people know Vera because Vera is an artist.Many who ask for photos with her, Vera serves them well not like before who does not care and ignore everyone who wants to ask for photos with her. Now Vera is really turning into a good person.

An was happy to see Vera's change so derastic. An incredible sense of admiration was wrapped in his mind.

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Kafka was tired and fell asleep on a chair beside Diandra with her head face down on the hospital bed. Although Kafka was asleep, his ladder never let go of his grasp.

Starting early in the morning, Vera came into the room carrying a box of food for Kafka's breakfast.

He sat on the sofa staring at Kafka's back from a distance.

Kafka's eyes slowly opened and stretched his arms upward, and

twirling his head feels very stiff due to improper sleep.

Kafka turned to look at Vera who was sitting in the corner.

"Where were you sleeping last night?" Kafka asked hoarsely as he had just woken up.

"I'm sleeping here." Vera pointed to the sofa she was sitting on.

"Sister, take a shower, then have breakfast?" his orders are nosed I Kafka.

Kafka stared at Vera sharply after

seeing the jacket he was wearing was An's jacket.

"What's An's jacket?" the answer slightly widened his eyeball.

"She, this belongs to An." Vera immediately took off the jacket she was wearing. Afraid that Kafka would be angry with her. But Kafka just nodded and did not protest.

Feeling tired and sleepy Kafka finally went to the bathroom to clean himself.

Kafka was sitting next to Vera and started eating with Vera.

Vera glanced towards Kafka sharply.

"Why is he silent, is he mad at me for this jacket? Ah. ngk maybe he's angry." His inner.

Kafka sat down next to Diandra again and wiped his wife's body with warm water prepared by the nurse.

Slowly Jemari Diandra moved slowly, her eyes also opened slowly.

Kafka was relieved and smiled happily seeing his wife come to her senses.

Vera immediately got up from her seat and approached Diandra's bed.

"Sister, he's conscious." Vera said with a big smile.

Kafka simply nodded with a widening smile.

Diandra stared at every corner of the room with her faint eyes.

His eyeballs stared at Vera and Kafka alternately. Like there's something weird about him.

"Where am I? Who're you?" Ask Diandra who doesn't remember anyone in the room.

Diandra holds his head which still hurts because of the stitches.

Kafka and Vera pulled her smile back and looked at each other.

They were astonished by the attitude of Diandra who did not recognize themselves.

"Honey, this is my husband and Vera my sister. What's wrong with you, don't you recognize us?" Kafka asked with a sad face.

Diandra was still silently trying to randomize her memory, yet she really did not remember it.

"When I'm married, why don't I remember?" Diandra was confused.

For him Kafka and Vera are strangers.

Diandra only shook her head because she did not remember them.

Diandra's head felt dizzy until he groaned in pain and held his head tightly.

The doctor immediately examined the condition of Diandra at that time and explained in detail.

According to the current examination Diandra lost some of his memory.

Due to a fairly hard impact on his head that causes Diandra's memory lost half.

Hearing the doctor's explanation, Kafka immediately fell back. His chest felt tight and his current mind was completely muddled.

His face returned grim as if he had lost a myriad of gold.

Vera is well aware of what Kafka is feeling right now. Vera rubbed Kafka's back gently, trying to calm Kafka's heart which was now completely crushed to pieces like a grain of dust.

"Son, didn't the doctor say his memory would be able to return to normal again. You have to be patient, don't be sad anymore. Be assured that God will always be by your side. Big brother must stay up and keep fighting for his recovery." Vera smiled faintly and hugged Kafka's body.

Kafka is still lucky at the moment Vera is really always by his side and continues to give him encouragement.

Even he was willing to lose his employment contract just to be able to always accompany Kafka.

Kafka nodded and returned Vera's embrace. His eyelids look teary wanted it to feel like he was crying and screaming vented all his sadness.

But Vera's embrace made him more calm and hesitant again to restore the memory of his beloved wife.

"Thank you, you've been willing to accompany me up to this moment, you've taken care of me and paid attention to me, then what about your work?" Kafka's speech is raspy and cryptic.

"Work is not so important to me, the most important thing right now is the health of my brother and also the recovery of Diandra. Don't think about my work, I'm quite happy to be able to accompany big brother here. Brother should be excited, ok." Vera answered and wiped the tears of Kafka that fell from her eyes.

"Heem, thank you !" his reply then came back to Diandra.

Kafka and Vera were standing next to Diandra.

Kafka longed to embrace Diandra, but Diandra brushed him off, assuming that Kafka was a stranger to him.

"I'm sorry, I can't accept you as my husband yet, because I never remember if we ever got married. I'm sorry." she said with her sad face.

Kafka took a deep breath and threw a rough blow.

He looked at Diandra's sad face and pulled the tip of his lips.

"Alright, I understand your condition, but please let me take care of you until you remember everything." Evidently.

Diandra looked at Vera's face wanting to ask her for an explanation.

Supposing Vera explained that Diandra had to accept Kafka's request.

Vera Barharap Diandra will accept it.

"Well, I'll let you take care of me but only the patients and nurses" Diandra said.

Diandra put his body back down.

He felt something strange about his current life.

What he remembers now, he's still in school.

I remember very well that my father and brother did not like it.

Only Rosi and Jaka are close friends.

"Vera, may I ask you a question?" Ask Diandra doubtfully.

"Yes, what do you want to ask, say it?" reply

"Did my Father and Brother really not like me, did I really have friends named Rosi and Jaka? I remember I was still in school, but I don't know everything looks faint." Diandra was eager to hear the answer from Vera.

"Yes, your father and brother used to dislike you, but now they love you so much. Everyone loves you very much. Don't think too much, you have to rest a lot so that the stitches in your head heal quickly." explained Vera as it is.

Diandra nodded in understanding and did not want to speak anymore because his head still felt dizzy.

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