Mohabbat
Traumatizing

Daisha and Laila stand confused beside Al's bed. Both don't know what to say. Laila is silent and only notices Al who looks happy because he has regained his memories.

"You don't remember us at all?" laila asked to make sure her forehead was wrinkled deep.

Al looked up after being busy examining his own body. He looked at the two girls in front of him.

"Who are y'all? Ah, but whoever you are I'll still thank you for helping me, right?" al smiled strangely.

Daisha's heart ached, and after months of living together, the man simply forgot after remembering everything. Daisha was silent, not reacting. Only his two hands were so tightly clutching the end of his wooden stick.

Unlike Daisha, Laila growled. Both hands clenched tightly, even smoke might be seen billowing from between her hair. He approached, looking at Al intently.

The man on the patient's bed gulped nervously at Laila who looked angry at him. Without further ado, Laila pulled the pillow from behind Al's body and smacked the object at him.

"Bastardly man! Goddamnit! For months we've been taking care of you, you've forgotten us. You're a man .. same! Goddamnit! Goddamn bum!" cecar Laila while continuing to lash Al's body.

The man screamed while covering his face with both hands.

"Agod! Please don't beat me! Pain ... aw, pain!" groaning Al occasionally glanced at Daisha who looked worried about her.

"Laila! Stop it, don't be like this!" sergeant Daisha while holding his sister's hand not to continuously beat Al.

"Depart, Brother! He's a useless man, ungrateful, ignorant of return. It's been helped to forget it just like that." Laila's breath was still hunting heavily, but she could not rebel from her brother's check.

Al was silent as he continued to cover his face with both hands. Fearing that there would be another attack from the bar-bar girl.

Daisha sighed after feeling Laila was a little calm. He rubbed his sister's back channeling calmness into his angry heart. Daisha turns to face Al despite not being able to see, but she knows Al is looking at her right now.

"Did you really not remember us?" He asked once, after getting an answer Daisha planned to go take Laila.

Al was silent, paying close attention to the shady face before him. She is beautiful, even though she has no eyes.

"Well, since you don't remember us then we'll leave. Sorry for bothering you" Daisha said, pulling Laila's hand before turning around.

Al gasp, he didn't want them to leave. Sorry for lying to both of them.

"Hey, wait! Daisha, don't go!" prevent Al quickly before the two girls approach the door.

The two froze on the spot, Laila glanced back with unobstructed eyes.

"You remember us?" ketus tanyanya.

Al turned his eyeballs on Laila, he shook his head making Daisha's sister snort loudly.

"I just remember Daisha and don't remember a bar-bar girl like you." Al smiled, he was teasing Laila apparently.

The little girl turned around and grabbed Daisha by the hand to leave Al alone.

"Hey, are you guys really going to leave me? I don't know where this is, what if I get lost? Come on, I'm just kidding," Al asked.

Daisha patted Laila's hand, turned around and went back to Al, whose face was groaning.

"Your glimmer is not funny!" fierce Laila still looks upset, but Al actually smiles and thinks Daisha will not know at this time he is teasing the younger sister Laila.

Deheman Daisha's voice, making Al suddenly nervous. Laila sneered, sticking out her long, pointy tongue at the man, mocking.

"Do you really remember us?" ask Daisha again.

Al did not reply, he lowered his head with a sigh before grabbing Daisha's hand and separating her from the wooden stick. Al pulls Daisha slowly and takes her to sit on the bed. Clutching tightly the warm hand revealed through touch how much he loved her.

"I will not forget you, you have been so kind to me. You took care of me even though we didn't know each other. Right what Laila said first, I could have hurt you back then, right? However, you have a sincere and kind heart until a stranger like me is left to live with you. Thank you, Daisha, for opening your heart and mind" said Al softly.

His voice sounded sincere in Daisha's ears until it slipped into the recesses of the soul. The sensitive Daisha knows that Al is not lying. He said sincerely and honestly from the bottom of his heart.

Daisha smiled, grasping the man's hand gently as well. Strange lights crept all over Al's veins, causing his mind to wander into the future.

"It's okay, after all I know which people are bad and which people are good. I think you're a good man, and you won't hurt us. Mmm ... So, do you remember what your name is and where you're from?" daisha asked as she held back her throbbing heart.

Al nodded, glancing at Laila who was unmoved in her place standing watching the two.

"My name is Dareen, I'm from Jakarta, but I'd rather you call Al. I also like living here, one day I will take you home and introduce you to my family. Are you ready, Daisha? I .. I love you, Sha," said Al, staring fixedly at Daisha's two misty beads.

He thought he would find an eye donor for him. He also thought, taking them to Jakarta and marrying Daisha. Living together happily, seeing children grow up well. Dreams are simple, but not as simple as you think.

Daisha was stunned, slowly appearing pseudo red on the cheeks. His heart felt the same way as Al felt, and the mind designed the dream of life after marriage. However, all was lost in the face of reality, she was just a blind girl who would definitely be troublesome.

Daisha takes off their hands, turning away from Al.

"But I'm blind" he said softly.

Laila flinched, her body stiffening instantly. Al shook his head, it was okay for him. Daisha is everything, full of desire in the heart to be her protector for life.

"Who would have a blind wife who would only be troublesome. Moreover, your family may not be able to accept me and my shortcomings. How next? Still I will be hurt," he said with a smile even though the heart hurts.

There's been a lot of humiliation, scorn about her flaws, and she doesn't want to make Laila cry anymore.

"No, no, Daisha! You're perfect, baby. I don't care how you are, I don't care if you'll trouble me later. I don't care, I still love you, Sha. Please come to Jakarta, we get married and live happily. You're willing, aren't you?" al said it was sweet to hear.

Daisha was stunned, hearing the word Jakarta made her drift into a dark event that traumatized her. He no longer wanted to go back there, no longer wanted to set foot on the ground. Really, every time he crossed the name of the city, he was like having a nightmare. Uncontrollable fear, anxiety, anxiety, and panic.

"I can't, sorry." Daisha stood swinging her cane walking out of the room.

"Shaa! But why, Sha? At least tell me your reason!" yelled Al who was not heeded by the girl.

He kept walking until he was lost behind the door. Al glanced at Laila, the little girl was still standing there.

"What's wrong with your sister?" tanyanya sad.

"Silver has had severe trauma about Jakarta. Every time you hear the name of the city, fear will arise and worse Brother will suddenly become panicked" said Laila sadly too.

"Then, what about you?" ask Al curiously.

"I don't know." Laila scoops her shoulders before turning around to chase Daisha, fearing that Daisha will experience an uncontrollable panic. Al went and chased them.