MAKE ME SECOND
HOMECOMING

" Father!" call Yasinta. Mr. Brata approached Yasinta who already looked better.

" Yes, boy! Is it better? Still don't hurt his head?" ask Mr. Brata. Yasinta shook his head slowly.

" When do you get home from here, pa? Ma'am? I want to go home soon" Yasinta said. Mrs Brata and Mr. Brata smiled.

" Tomorrow we can go back home, boy! But there's no complaints of headaches, is there, son?" said Ms. Brata. Mr. Brata also confirmed.

" No! I'm fine, ma! I'm not sick, I'm healthy" Yasinta said. Ms. Brata and Mr. Brata smiled happily.

" After this I want to go back to my mom's house, Dad first! I don't want to go back to that house, afraid to disturb the Pradana mas and also Mandala" Yasinta said. Ms. Brata and Mr. Brata looked at each other.

Near the door of the room, Pradana shut her mouth.

Pradana is so fucked.

" So, that's where Yasinta's memory is stored? Still think Mandala still exists and has not died. And the existence of Primates, the daughter of Mandala is also lost in her memory." Pradana thought.

" I have to be patient this time. Patiently restoring that last beautiful memory with Yasinta and me. But why did this have to happen and I experienced when I fell in love with my wife. Yasinta's! I-i'm sorry! I've etched bitter memories into your memory." Pradana's inner. His heart was so tight and it was hard to breathe. Crying is also very difficult.

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Still in the hospital room, where Yasinta was still on the narrow hospital bed. Mr. Brata and Mr. Brata are ready to go home with Yasinta to leave the hospital after all his administration has been taken care of by Pradana.

Pradana was sitting next to Yasinta in the hospital seat that room. Pradana still could not be seen looking at Yasinta's face that was cold towards him. Pradana desperately grabbed Yasinta's wrist and Pradana kissed Yasinta's back. Yasinta's eyes rounded and quickly pulled his hand. For Yasinta Pradana's attitude is very strange.

" You want something, honey? Want to eat or drink?" pradana is attentive. Yasinta was silent and glared at her mother-in-law. Bu Brata is sad to see his son, Pradana so moody because Yasinta forgets the last beautiful story of their togetherness.

" Can't I stay at papa's house, your mama? My own mother-in-law's house? Besides I'm self-conscious, at home you still have your favorite wife Mandala. I'm just someone else in that house, right?" yasinta.

" Of course you can, you stay at my father's mother's house, your in-laws. But if you insist on staying there, I will also stay at my mother's house, too. You're my wife, Yasinta! Go home to our house" said Pradana slowly. Mr. Brata and Bu Brata become concerned about the state of Yasinta's head, as Pradana tries to restore Yasinta's memory.

" You know, Yasinta! Mandala is dead. And you are my only wife now" Pradana said. Mr. Brata and Bu Brata rounded his eyes because Pradana was impatient to make Yasinta's memory fully recovered.

" You lied, man! You just want to persuade me to go back to your house. Especially when there's a mama, papa, right? You're afraid if mama finds out that you haven't actually considered me my wife." Yasinta said. Pradana sighed harshly.

" No Yasinta! I can prove it." Pradana said. Yasinta now held her head. Mr. Brata and Ms. Brata are worried about Yasinta.

" What's up, Yasinta? Are you all right?" mama Brata started to worry.

" My head hurts so much, ma!" yasinta. Pradana now holds Yasinta's hand. Yasinta thinned her.

" Is it better, son?" asked Mr. Brata attentively. Yasinta nodded slowly.

" Then we go back home first." said Ms. Brata. Everyone started to prepare to leave the room. Pradana still insisted on accompanying Yasinta wherever he wanted to stay. Yasinta was actually lazy. But in the end Yasinta let Pradana follow him to return to his father-in-law's house.

" You should slowly tell all the forgotten events in Yasinta, Pradana's memory. You must not force yourself to remember everything Yasinta. It all takes process and time. You see for yourself, if Yasinta starts trying to want the previous events or the shadow of the past is flashing his head hurt. Do you want to hurt Yasinta back?" said Mr. Brata slowly while walking towards the car park. Pradana is silent but insists on restoring Yasinta's memory in his own way.

" Papa don't worry! I will slowly tell the true events, to Yasinta so that Yasinta can capture the shadows of the events he experienced according to my true story. It will restore Yasinta's memory again" Pradana said. Mr. Brata patted his boy's back slowly.

" Okay, papa trusts you. You won't hurt Yasinta." said Mr. Brata.

" I'm coming home to my dad's house until Yasinta wants me to take me back to my house" Pradana said. Brata smiled.