Not the Perfect Wife
55. Hafidz
The man thought for a moment, but suddenly he felt a pain in his head.
"Oh, my head hurts" said the man.
"Do not force it, you should rest and calm your mind first" said the Doctor.
The man closed his eyes for a moment then opened them, he turned to the left and to the right.
"Why am I here? You who? I'm who?"
Fazilah was surprised to hear the question from the man, how could he not remember about himself? Now how should Fazilah be?
"Why doesn't he remember who he is?"
"Mas, just rest first, we'll talk about it again" said the doctor. "Let's go, lady, let's talk outside."
Fazilah nodded, he followed the doctor out of the room, with all the questions propping up in his heart.
"Look, Miss. It looks like he's having amnesia, but you take it easy, because it's temporary, he'll remember everything as time goes on."
"About how long, Doc. She's gonna heal?"
"I can't predict it Miss, but I suggest not over-stimulating it, let it all go by itself."
"Good, Doc. Thank you." Thank you."
"Together, I'm sorry."
"Yes, Doc."
Fazilah let out a long sigh, how about now? What's he supposed to do? The man's family must be worried right now.
Fazilah went back into the room, seen the man leaning on the head of the bed with his eyes closed.
"How are you doing? Is your head still hurting?" ask Fazilah.
"It's better."
"I'm gonna go out for a minute, get some lunch, want to nitip something?"
"Not to."
Fazilah. "I'm out first."
Fazilah went to leave the man alone, he was not hungry, he just wanted to clear his mind.
After Fazilah's departure, the door of the room where the man who helped Fazilah was knocked and a gallant man entered wearing formal clothing.
"I'm sorry, sir. I've neglected to look after you, how are you?"
"I'm fine, as long as he's okay. Did you find the culprit yet?"
"Already, Sir. I've sent them with the evidence to the police station, they happen to be looking for the evidence."
"Police looking? Did he report?"
"The one reporting is Miss Fazilah, but it's all taken care of by Mr. Emran."
"Emrani? Who's she?"
"The husband of Yasna's mother, Yasna's mother is a-
"I know ... You'd better leave before he comes back."
"Okay, Mr. .. emm I hope this is the last one to worry us."
"Go!"
"Good, Sir."
The man left his boss alone.
'I'll do anything for you, as long as you're okay'
*****
Yasna's phone shook, there was a call from school, and Yasna picked it up.
"Hello, assalamualaikum."
"Waalaikumsalam, sorry, Mom. I'm Teacher BK at Aydin's school, please come to school now, can you?" ask a teacher across the phone.
"Can, Sir. I'll be there now."
"Okay, ma'am, I'm waiting for his arrival."
"Yes, sir." Yasna closed the call and immediately prepared to leave.
Yasna goes with Hari to Aydin's school, before he also contacts someone who can play the CCTV brought by Aydin.
It was not long before the car they were riding in had arrived at school. Yasna immediately went down, he went to the teacher's room that he had been to before and it turned out that the same person as when it was there, Emran had also come.
"Assalamualikum" said Yasna.
"Getishalight."
"Why are you here too? I can handle this, ", Emran said.
"Ehmm, look, Mr. Emran. Your son not only this once made trouble with my son .. I can't accept it, this time you have to compensate for the bigger loss." Mama Dave spoke in her haughty style.
"Please calm down for a moment, ma'am. Let me do the talking" interrupted the teacher.
"How can I calm down to see my son like this!"
"Ma, calm down for a while," said his father Dave firmly make Mama Dave silent.
"Look, as you know, Aydin again made trouble and again he fought with-again
"I'm sorry, sir. Know where you are, if my son's making trouble?" ask Yasna.
"All the students said so, Mom."
"If I have proof that my son is innocent how?"
"Proof what, Mom? Because there's no evidence whatsoever we found."
"Aydin, where?" Yasna rested her hand on Aydin, but Aydin remained silent.
"Aydin, where?" Yasna repeated her words.
"Sorry, but it's broken." Aydin handed Yasna a cracked ballpoint pen.
"Why is it like this?"
"They destroyed it." Aydin lowered his head, feeling guilty for destroying Yasna's efforts.
Yasna let out a long sigh, how is it like this? Aydin is definitely on the guilty side.
*****
Fazilah had already returned to the room of the man who helped her.
"I brought you some snacks, I'm afraid you're bored, um ...." Fazilah was confused to convey it.
"What's wrong?"
"Who should I call you? You don't remember your name, I don't know anything either so, who do I call you?"
"You just find the right name for me."
"Who? Alex, Anton, Roni, Vano, Haris, who is it?" Fazilah thought of a suitable name.
"Haris or Hafidz only" said the man.
"Hafidz?"
"Yes, why? Do you have any memories of that name?"
"No, fine from today I will call you Hafidz."
'It turns out you forgot about it. No problem, I will make new memories, ' Inner Hafidz.
The door of the room was knocked, entered two people who had Fazilah considered his own parents, who else if not Alina and Hilman.
"Assalamualaik."
"Waalaikumsalam, Mom, Dad, why bother here?" ask Fazilah.
"We don't bother, instead we worry that you're alone in the hospital. I brought food, have you eaten?" Alina asked as she handed over two boxes of rice.
"I have, Hafidz who hasn't eaten."
"Hafidz? Do you remember your name?"
"No, ma'am" replied Hafidz.
"So we came up with a name for him, it didn't feel good to talk, but didn't know his name, every day you have to call him hey."
"Yes, Hafidz is a good name."
"Thank you, ma'am," said Hafidz.
"When can Hafidz go home, Fa?" ask Alina.
"Everything's fine, if we're gonna take him home when? The problem is where am I confused to take him? If I take it home, the neighbors will think we're a perverted couple."
"Just go home, there's no one at home, just the two of us."
"No need, Mom. I can find another place to live" said Hafidz.
"Don't do that, however you're still our responsibility, until you're cured."
"Is it okay, Mom, Dad?" ask Fazilah.
"Tidsk nothing, we're happy that there are people in the house, so far the house is always quiet" replied Hilman.
Hilman and Alina were just the two, many times they asked Gibran to come home and live with them alone, but Gibran always refused, because the letter of application for a move branch was always rejected.
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