ISTIKHARAH LOVE KUSUMA
CHAPTER 42. UNFORGETTABLE

"Remember my name, Ai?" tanya Shan when he saw the wife just silently looking at the photo in the gallery tab.

The beautiful woman opened the noted application. Write a long sentence there, then hand it to Shan. His face began to pias, implying a sense of extreme worry.

Dilara's eldest son received the large device from Maira's hand. Read the sentence line there.

"I don't know any of this, what happened to me? it felt like when the landing was all right. What day is it, what date and when is it done? am I in the past?"

Shan took a deep breath. He concluded that Maira had lost half of her memory. Remarks when Rey said her female idol was seriously injured, maybe this is one of the effects.

Deghs.

"Ground."

"When do you remember that, honey?"

Maira just slicked her shoulders up. He didn't want to force his memory to think too hard.

"I can stay in one room with you, right? Ai is a special call for you, you like it?" tanya Shan shifted the topic.

Eldest daughter Mahendra nodded faintly, confirming what Shan asked for because honestly he did not know how to take a stand.

"Want a drink? or can I put this on your neck, honey? let's be relieved and gradually train the talk," bargained Shan took the medicine tube from the table that Dewiq gave before leaving earlier.

"I can do it" said Maira. His voice began to sound but was very small and hoarse.

"Don't be forced to talk first Ai. It hurts again, the irritation is in recovery. I'll sleep on the couch if you mind us one bed" Shan said again, hailed by Maira.

There wasn't much Shan could do right now other than wait for tomorrow morning. His hopes are still soaring that even though Maira lost her memory, it was an opportunity for her to fill the memory void in this period.

Ba'da Maghrib's.

Naya brought soft food for her daughter. The mother and child's interaction slowly melted away, making the envy of Shan who was sitting on the sofa.

"Fayyadh is back, Bun?" maira's voice was increasingly intense, although still very hoarse.

"There's in Solo. He again nemenin Abah and Uyut there," replied Naya quickly. He was surprised why Maira asked Fayyadh while there was Shan there.

"Kangen talked to Fayyadh. When he plays here, he said he wants to stay here before going to Walimah Mbak Fatima," said Maira.

Deghs.

"Maira's. Fatima was married three months ago. You-"

"Mother jokes," maira cheered.

Naya turned to Shan who was looking at her. "Shan?"

"Yes Bun. In my conclusion, Maira's memory retreated three months ago because she said: the new landing is all ordinary. Before the escort incident. He should have remembered me but maybe slowly the memory will come back," Shan explained again, he tried to stay calm even though in his heart was anxious because Maira remembered the figure of Fayyadh.

"Allahu akbar's. And you relax like Shan," Naya was surprised by the calm and calm attitude of her daughter-in-law.

"What should I worry about? anyway, Ai is still my wife, right? God must have meant for me and Ahya" Shan replied again, beginning to be optimistic.

"Yes anyway. Bener, whatever you want, Maira is still your wife." Naya commented on the relieved smile for the daughter-in-law.

Mahendra's wife then turned to look at her daughter.

"Sister, Shan's your husband. Serve better, remember or not you are the same, your obligations as a wife began to be fulfilled," Naya's message to her daughter.

Maira caught a glimpse of Shan. "I fell in love with her Bun?" whispered Maira.

Heartbroken to laugh, her daughter turned so innocent. Sometimes there is a lot of wisdom unnoticed from one event and Naya has just proven that the assumption is true.

"Do you not like it? handsome right? Shan the vet, Jasper you adopted from his clinic. Also Lecturer, you met because of a hobby," said Naya Lirih reply to Maira's whisper.

"Yes saucy anyway. Grogi Bun, is that my husband? when did I say I want to marry young?" looking at Maira again, she forgot a piece of the story.

Naya took the journal with a black orange graded cover from the bedside table drawer. Handed the book over to Maira.

"Read your own handwriting. Try to remember him, brother. Your handsome husband. Knight of Rollies" whispered Naya again before she got up and carried Maira's leftovers out of the room.

"Shan, be patient." Naya patted the daughter-in-law's shoulder as she passed beside Shan.

"certain Bun. Will be patient and enjoy, in shay Allah," replied Shan sumringah.

He then closed, still with the oral who continued to say sholawat. It leads to what they both will do. Starting a love story from scratch, like a gas station slogan.

Spending time, forming many happy memories even though maybe later the woman will refuse, but she is determined to keep fighting.

Seconds next.

Shan opened his eyes again, turning his head towards the bed where Maira was sitting. He looked closely at his wife's body language, which seemed to be seriously reading a personal journal.

"Dad." Shan called.

"Ai. Ahyas. My Ai, Ahya-ku," Shan exclaimed again hoping to get the attention of the ayu woman there.

"Eh, me? l-yes?" maira Lirih's hoarse voice in the air.

Shan smiled at him, making the woman with long hair past the shoulder blush.

"See my struggle. Love you dear," he said from a distance staring intensely at the bead of Mahya Humaira's amber eyes.

Blushes.

"I have to answer?" reply while looking down.

"Oh Allah, gemesin. No matter what he forgets me if this is how it looks .. answered dong Darling, who is friendly yes," pinta Shan, teasing.

"I don't love you yet, sorry," tweeted Maira.

Instead of being disappointed, Shan laughed at Maira's honest confession.

"That's why I'll make you love me" Shan replied.

"Fayyadh how will it be? he must be disappointed. I don't want to hurt anyone" Maira said, though still hoarse, but she was persistent in training her voice to come back.

"It's this, I'm jealous when you talk about Fayyadh. But no problem, I challenged myself to be able to shift Fayyadh from your memory. Love me the spirit of dong, Ai," please hold the pasha-sade title.

"Fighting! sorry I-"

"What's wrong, honey. Its ok, I'm fine. Quickly return to me completely huh Ahya," Shan gave a distant kiss to Maira.

The girl appeared timid and continued reading.

"Is this who wrote? is he really the one I love? but why did God erase that memory for us, what does it mean? I have to how, in my heart there is no love. Shan huh? may you be strong against me who is spoiled and childish."

Maira looked at her journal and turned her eyes to a stranger at the end of the sofa.

"I know, your husband is handsome. Don't like to steal Ai's eyes. I'm all yours" Shan quipped when he learned from the tail of his eye that Maira was watching him.

"Oh."

"He's handsome, until I can't believe you're my husband."

"Who is jasper?" lirih Maira's.

"Cats of the Munchkin race, honey. But Jasper I'm in the clinic. Tomorrow if you don't get dizzy after check-up from rumkit, we'll see him there, yes" Shan suggested. His hearing is still sharp even though their existence is distant and Maira's voice is getting louder.

Adzan isya.

Shan got up, grabbed the prayer mat on the shoulder of the sofa as well as the face that Maira was going to wear.

"You want tayamum or wudhu? if ablution, I'm fat because you can't do much strenuous activity on the legs. Tomorrow we start physiotherapy" Shan said, offering help.

"Wudhu but not fat, is it hard?" maira asked, thinking how to minimize physical touch.

"Would you try a slow walk, honey? but I need to stretch before getting out of bed" Shan said.

"May you please call Mommy?" eventually the girl has a Ninja path, asking Shan to call her mother.

"Hmm, pinter. Yes, yes" said Shan. He stepped outside the room to catch up with Naya.

The ablution session is over, now both of them start praying together. The first thing they did together.

Both Maira and Shan, solemnly pray when the final greetings are perfectly fulfilled. "Allahumma sholli a la sayyidina Muhammad." Shan got up, folded his alphabet and grabbed Maira's head, kissing softly there despite being driven away by the cloth.

The girl couldn't dodge, somehow not dismissing Shan's treatment like earlier this afternoon. He felt calm and at peace with what the man was doing.

"We can get through this" whispered Shan on the sidelines.

"What is this feeling? how peaceful is it, he has magic what the hell?"

Ba'da isya only traversed Shan by memuroja'ah memorization. He sat at the end of Maira's bed when the woman tilted her back to him.

Shan's voice melodious and soft when reading al anbiya's letter. The story of the Prophets is also the observance of worship. Gradually, the tone that was heard began to raspy and hoarse when it arrived at the verse that tells the story of Prophet Abraham. Dila's eldest son, paused. He removed the clear grain at the end of the net.

"God's Power. The power of God, as well as my story later," said Shan. Slowly continue reading.

"This voice, where have I heard it? where's the?"

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