The Aisyah Love Pier
MOSAIC MEMORIES

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Chapter 1

Dark nabastala combined with the cool sea breeze, and the sound of romantic music from the room that has been decorated like a palace, also decorate the beautiful special night.

A wedding in a few minutes will be held. Guests began to arrive one by one, filling the room. However, on that majestic stage, a handsome man in a black tuxedo suit chime brown walked over quickly with a gaze shrouded in a mist of anger as well as wounds.

The man took off his suit and loosened the collar of his white shirt, then spoke with a microphone. "I, Zean Rafael Abdillah, apologize profusely for being so forced to cancel this wedding. Thank you." Thank you."

The room instantly became boisterous with unanswered questions from the guests. Zean was indifferent and immediately stepped out of the event venue to his car in the hotel parking area. The beautiful scenery on the beach could not make his heart improve at all.

The 34-year-old man's mind was completely muddled, his heart was deeply broken. At high speed, he drove his four-wheeled vehicle splitting the increasingly dark road with no purpose at all.

Instead of having a happy wedding night with the woman he loves, Zean falls into a nestapa pit. A painful fact he had just obtained, and it was successful in making his world collapse along with the wishful thinking that was in sight.

Some of the calls on his phone were completely ignored. He felt so disgusted to interact with them. People who are more deserving are called enemies in blankets.

"Akk, s!al!" zean shouted in frustration as he beat his car driver several times to vent his anger.

"Wait on! What's the matter?" The man began to panic when he realized his car brakes were not working.

With great difficulty and tension, Zean tried to control his car that drove at high speed through several turns on a very foreign-looking road. Especially when he was at the top of a steep road, the man was getting more and more drunk. His efforts to get out of the car were really fruitless.

"Aaaakk no ..., no ....!" jeered Zean at the end of his asin.

Like an attraction, the car slid quickly and then hit the road barrier and cause a loud impact sound. The man's fate was apparently not finished, seconds later, the car that lost control plunged into a very dark abyss.

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"Astaghfirullah, did Uncle see that? There's a car that fell from up there!" screamed at a young woman who happened to see the horrific event from a distance.

Yes, she is Syifaul Qalby, a 25-year-old woman who happened to have just returned home with her uncle from the forest in search of some medicinal herbs.

"Astaghfirullah, yes, Fa. Come on, let's go there!" said Hadi then ran to the place where a car is now in reverse and smoky.

"Syifa, she's alive!" hadi shouted after checking the breath of the man in the car.

"Let's get it out, Uncle. This car's gasoline seems to be leaking. If we don't leave soon, we can burn here" Syifa said.

"Yes, come! Help uncle get him out."

The middle-aged man and the young woman are now trying to open the door of a very difficult car to open. There was no other way, they were forced to break the car's door glass to make another way so that the evacuation process could be easier and more capet.

"Astaghfirullah, this foreign man is heavy, Uncle!"

"Don't complain! Pull it!"

"It's very difficult, Uncle," said Syifa with a frown and gasping breath. However, the woman's eyes suddenly glared when she saw sparks begin to appear from the front of the car.

"Huss, calm down and watch your mouth! We pull it stronger in a countdown. Three, two, one!" Hadi and Syifa again pulled the man along with all their might until finally their efforts succeeded.

"Help uncle, we need to get away from here. Hurry along!" tell Hadi, then put the man's left hand on his shoulder.

"Yes, Uncle." Syifa went straight under the man's right arm and swept him away.

Just a few meters away, the car burned to make Hadi and Syifa accelerate their steps. However, not being careful, Syifa fell forward.

"Astaghfirullah, O God, really almost the end of us, Uncle."

"Thank God, God still gives us and this man long life."

They continued their journey to the pick cup car at the end of the road. Syifa is driving the car and Hadi is keeping the man on the back deck.

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The sound of the chanting of the holy Quran made the man who had been unconscious for two days finally opened his eyes. Several times he blinked his eyes to balance the light entering his net.

The man's gaze now looked in all directions and realized he was in a foreign place. He tried to get up from sleep, but was restrained when the pain spread throughout his body and head. He only realized that his right arm and right leg were using a cast.

"Akk ssshh," hissed the man while holding his head which turned out to be wrapped in bandages.

"Don't move much, your body is still injured" said a young woman who came from outside.

"Who are you?" ask the man to investigate.

"I'm Syifa, assistant healer at this herbal clinic. You're Zean, right?"

Zean frowned upon hearing that name. His face seemed to hold many questions that he could not express directly.

"Relax, I'm not a psychic or anything. I just accidentally saw the engraving of your name on the back of that watch." Syifa pointed at a watch above the nightstand.

Zean followed Syifa's direction and looked back at the woman with a frown. "What happened to me?"

"Did you forget? Two days ago you were freefalling with your car into the abyss" Syifa explained, but got nothing to react to but a face of confusion.

"Wait a minute, do you remember who you are?" ask Syifa who is beginning to suspect something.

"Zean, right?" zean answered so innocently.

"I mean your origin, where you live, and your family" Syifa added.

Zean shook his head slowly like a lost person. I don't know anything and I don't know what to do right now.

"I don't know," he replied later in a soft tone.

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