
In the living room, Ryan had not slept even though it was night. The handsome was enjoying a light snack while watching television alone.
“Praaang..”.
Suddenly the glass filled with mineral water he grabbed from the table, slipped and fell. The pieces fell scattered. Ryan tiptoed to avoid the shards to grab his pair of sandals and tapped them on the floor to throw away the shard.
The guy ran to the back where the art room was and knocked on their door.
“Tok..Tok..Tok....”.
“Mbak….Wake up! Please sweep the floor. Glass broke,” yelling Ryan from behind the door.
There was no answer from inside the room, the guy knocked on the door once more.
Shortly thereafter, the sound of a light switch was turned on.
“Czech..”
A young art face with disheveled hair and narrowed eyes as glare opened the door and stuck his head out.
“Eh..Sorry sir. Yes for a moment I broom,”sahut Nurmah while tying her hair.
He took a broom and a pengki from behind the kitchen door, then he walked into the living room.
“Sreek...Sreek..
The sound of shards clashing against the broomstick was clearly heard on a very quiet night. Maemunah came out of the room and looked into the living room.
“Broken glass? Wah omens less good,”celotehnya as it passes.
“What do you mean,Mbak?”ryan asked curiously.
“Anu. If in the village, it's a sign of bad events will occur,”sahutya while turning to face his master.
“Oh..”
Just a sentence came out of Ryan's mouth, immediately he realized three hours had passed but Mr. Kardi had not returned from Solo while the night trip usually only takes two hours to go home.
Ryan tried to think positively, taking deep breaths, while pulling his blanket to sleep. Time has shown three o'clock in the morning when Ryan wakes up to go to the restroom.
“Krying...Krying.
Hearing the phone ringing through his phone, Ryan ignored him because he was reluctant to pick it up.
“Who are the nights bothering people to sleep,”umpatnya while laying back his body on the bed.
“Kriiing..Krying..”.
Back the phone call bothered him, the handsome guy covered his ears with a pillow.
Again, the phone calls disturbed his sleep. Now the feeling began to feel less good especially after remembering Maemunah's words about the meaning of the broken glass. Hurriedly the dirty thoughts were brushed aside.
Ryan grabbed his phone lying on the nightstand, just to the right of his bed.
“Halo...Good night,”why Ryan while attaching the phone to his earlobe.
“Night...Truely this is Mr Ryan's home?”voice from across there.
“True. Where is this from?”
“From police station.”
“Hah? What happened ?”
“True to pack your driver?” Card
“True,Pak. What case was he entangled in?”
Ryan's mind began to mix, his anxiety made his palms sweat and his heart beat faster, his knees were shaking so scared.
“Pak Cardi badly injured. He's at ABC Hospital now. Passengers behind him only slight cuts on the forehead.”
“The car is at the police station. Front bumper is badly damaged.”
“Well me to the hospital now.”
Ryan hung up the phone and yelled at one of the arts to accompany him to the hospital. The handsome guy booked a taxi online using his cell phone and made a short message to tell papa.
Ryan got out of the taxi in a hurry, headed for the reception room and asked for data from Pak Kardi and Maya's treatment room.
“Bapak Kardi is in the ICU room, while Maya has been transferred to the inpatient room on the second floor,”, a nurse explained at length.
Ryan took the artist who was participating that night to the ICU room. Maemunah, the most senior art, looked with a worried face, Pak Kardi's body and face were full of wounds. In the nose there is a tube of breathing apparatus while in the wrist is stuck an infusion needle. Pak Kardi's condition is conscious but he is still in shock and difficult to talk to. His lips seemed swollen and his four upper teeth were hit by a very hard impact, while his hands suffered minor injuries that required a bit of stitches here and there. Maemunah looked at Mr. Kardi with a look of concern. Then Ryan went to the doctor and asked Maya. The doctor advised to leave the ICU room and walk straight until the corner then turn to the right.
Maya is admitted to the VVIP room number 2, a female nurse takes them there. The beautiful girl seemed to be asleep in her sleep. The nurse knocked on the door so that the girl would not be shocked. Maya opened her eyes and looked at all who had entered her room. Her clothes had been changed in the hospital blue uniform. His condition was fine, only his forehead was wrapped in bandages.
“There was a hard bump on his head. But nothing cracked in his skull, ” the nurse said while carrying a blue map containing the patient's medical record.
Ryan nodded in understanding, he took a chair and brought it closer to Maya's bed. The girl looked at him blankly as if she did not recognize Ryan.
“May..It's me,Ryan.”
Ryan moved his palms in front of Maya's face, his heart was very anxious, afraid that the girl was blinded.
The girl's eyeballs were moving normally, her gaze still shining like before.
“May...You heard?”
Maya nods and starts opening her mouth,”Who are you?”
Ryan widened his eyes, his mouth slightly open, like being hit by a hard blow. His soul seemed fragile and shattered instantly when he saw that the girl was no longer able to recognize him.
“Zus..Zuster..Why doesn't he recognize me anymore?”
The nurse approached Maya and whispered, but the girl just shook her head.
“Before I call a doctor to visit.”
Ryan just nodded while acting as calm as possible. He looked at the girl's face and body.
“There are no significant injuries other than a small wound on his head,”batin Ryan while waiting for the arrival of the doctor who treated his lover.
Maemunah sat quietly on the sofa while looking at Maya.
Thirty minutes passed…
A male doctor came into the room, wearing glasses and about 30 years old, his size was moderate and his style of speech was very clear and polite. He took out a small flashlight from his white work coat pocket. Then check the condition of Maya's eyes, then take out a stethoscope to examine the girl's body.
“Did I doctor Boy. You're her fiance?”ask the doctor while inserting a stethoscope into his white coat bag.
Ryan nodded and smiled,”True,Dok.”
“Something bad happened. Most likely due to a hard impact on his head.”
“Doctor mean?”
“Our diagnosis leads to retrograde amnesia. He lost his memory of his past temporarily, ” the doctor said .
“There's still hope for a cure,Dok?”
“We just pray. Later we provide occupational therapy to help the healing process.”
“Thank you,Dok.”
The doctor and nurse passed from the room, Maemunah saying goodbye to the room because she could not bear to watch the girl. Art was constantly shedding tears of grief, remembering his son who died in a traffic accident last year. She is almost the same age as Maya. Now Ryan lives with Maya in the room. The handsome guy tightly clasped Maya's hand, which looked at him expressionlessly. The girl only felt her head hurt and she asked doctors several times to remove the bandage on her forehead and replace it with a more compact, regular plaster.
“Maya..”
“My name is Maya?”
Ryan nodded with teary eyes and a crying heart, as if grief had come into his life in turn.