The Fall of the Star
Bab Amnesia

After Ayudia looked at her phone, she instead told her mother that the face in the gallery, where she was taking pictures with Elvira, was her.

“Nak, you are black,” said Bu Nani.

“Not, Mom. I'm the yellow one. Why can you not recognize your own child, anyway?” refute Ayudia with a look of astonishment.

But then his eyes twitched again and his face became more painful to use a lot of expression. He cringed in pain and held his head.

Spontaneous course Bu nani helped his daughter to fall back on the mat of the hospital gurney. He stared at his daughter with anxiety trying to be held back.

He waited for the princess until she fell asleep again. Poor, if he wakes up he will be in pain. Hopefully tomorrow his wounds will dry up until they no longer leave pain and pain, hope the mother.

When Mr. Anwar returned to the hospital, then Bu Nani could shower and change the clothes brought also by the husband.

“Pak, what does Ayudia seem to be experiencing? How did he get it wrong to think he was Elvira?” asked Bu Nani while holding her husband's arm.

“What, Mom? feeling herself Elvira? Meaning Mother how?” His middle-aged forehead shriveled in a deep sense of incomprehension.

“Iya, Sir. So that was when he looked at the photos in his HP gallery. Then he shows a picture of himself with Elvira and points to Elvira as himself. So he became confused when the accident and glazed over his figure so another according to his mind,” Bu Nani replied complaining about what happened to the husband.

Mr. Anwar felt strange and confused by what Bu Nani said.

“Yes tomorrow only when the doctor and psychologist come we talk, Mom. He also wondered why he did not remember his own face. How can that be, huh?”

At nightfall, Ms. Nani came home with a family who came to visit Ayudia to the hospital. Let Mr. Anwar keep watch because the house is not good if left empty without residents.

Once in the morning Mr. Anwar had gone home to take a bath and take another change of clothes while Bu Nani had also prepared provisions for their one-day meal in the hospital. They returned to the hospital quickly because they could not bear to see that Ayudia was awake and there was no one waiting there. Ayudia still sleeps a lot because of the influence of drugs in her infusion. He only realized a moment ago before long and then fell asleep again until long.

The phone didn't touch him for what. Ms. Nani asked if her phone was just lying on the nightstand next to the safe.

“It's okay, Mom. I just don't like it. The phone seems to have made an error. I don't see my pictures there. Only one of them who was with Elvira,” he replied tangled.

Ms. Nani and Mr. Anwar are concerned. Because in the gallery of his son's cell phone, a lot of his photos. But it was called a photo of Elvira. His soul is being switched or what about? On the first occasion when several sisters visited the inpatient room of Ayudia,. Mr. Anwar asked about his doctor and psychologist visitation schedule at what time he needed time to meet and talk privately with them.

“Later about one hour at noon start visit per patient room, Sir.” The sister, who was a young girl of Ayudia's age, answered kindly while checking the infusion hose on Ayudia's left hand.

So Mr. Anwar and Bu Nani must be patient until noon to be able to complain about the latest developments experienced by their daughter.

“Oh, yes, I've already left a doctor's certificate for a sick license to the factory, He. They will not scold you even though the holiday is a bit long, until it heals,” said Bu Nani who was overnight immediately left a letter he asked from the hospital administration for the sake of it.

“What factory, Bu?” Ayudia asked in surprise.

“What factory? Of course the factory you work in, Nak.” Bu Nani increasingly scrunched his face if his son also forgot about the factory and his job. But he still remembered his father and mother, as well as his name and even Elvira despite some facts as if swapped.

Now look Ayudia who frowned in wonder, “Work place? What do I do, Mom? Am I still in college?” asked Ayudia while again her fingers touched her forehead like pain.

“Astaghfirulloh, Dia, huhuhuuu ..” Unknowingly, Bu Nani could no longer bear to cry. It seemed like the impact on his son's head was too loud and it caused a lot of his memories to be wiped out and inexplicably could change others' stories like that.

“Sabar, Mom. Don't cry in front of her. Our doctor said we should not burden his mind first or force him to remember many things he forgot,” the advice of the husband and then try to divert the conversation.

“If you get dizzy again, son. Here you help,” he said while lying his daughter's body back on two pillows stacked so that he could lie half-sitting because he had just eaten, it is not good to lie down immediately.

Ayudia just obeyed. He never argued because he felt there were still many things to think about. Why many facts felt awkward in his eyes, about his cell phone, about what his mother said was his job. What the fuck is all that? Like just dreaming. Thinking about all that, he fell back into a deep sleep, making Pak Anwar and Bu Nani can talk freely about the child without any cover-up. Until that day the patient had not come in. So that the room that was supposed to be filled by three patients was still only filled with Ayudia.

When finally came the doctor and psychologist who visited Ayudia's room, Bu Nani and Pak Anwar immediately told of the strange symptoms that occurred.

“But the results of the CT Scan seem to be all good except for a little bit of limbic damage to it. How can his memory change so much?” The doctor asked in astonishment.

“Good, Doc.”

“Aduh, Sir. About Ayudia why, huh? The neurologist was just astonished, meaning this is a rare case, sir,” said Bu Nani complained and feared bad things that would likely be heard soon from the results of later consultations with Ayudia himself.

“Quiet first, Mom. There could be nothing. Who knows it is only a temporary symptom, it will disappear on its own back to normal with his recovery,” replied Mr. Anwar who was always positive thinking of his person.

Not long after, Ayudia woke up and squirmed a little. The wound on his face had dried up. No longer feels stiff and stiff. Just recovery and exfoliation. He is now but very avoids glass. Even after the bath assisted by his mother in the bathroom, he was beside the mother without looking in the mirror.

After bathing that afternoon he was escorted by Mr. Anwar to the room of the psychologist. There, he was invited to sit down graciously by the psychologist. At first he talked for a while so that Ayudia was comfortable. After that, accompanied by Mr. Anwar, Ayudia answered some questions asked by the psychologist. Because many of the answers put forward by Ayudia were not true, Mr. Anwar almost interrupted their conversation but was prevented by the head of the psychologist as if forbidding him to speak first.

Several times the psychologist noted in his book while continuing to concentrate on listening to the story of Ayudia who sounded some that did not run partially. His expression remained friendly and showed nothing. Maybe to keep Ayudia comfortable.

“OK, enough. Thank you, Ayudia. You can go back to rest in the room,” he said while letting out.

“Please after dropping off the patient, I'm back here with Mom, yes?” he continued again, this time to Mr. Anwar who then replied a nod of respect.

Ayudia lay down again in the patient's gurney in her room alone. His father and mother, as the psychologist said, had to see him. Whether there is anything, he does not want to think much because his head will be dizzy if he tries to analyze something or remember one important thing that feels forgotten by him but does not know what it is.

Meanwhile, with his chest pounding with anxiety, Bu Nani and Pak Anwar returned to the room.

“The father heard the patient's description himself, huh? Is something wrong, sir? I saw you like to interrupt us many times?” ask the psychologist whose name tag is called Bu Herya.

“Iya, Mom. My son seems to be lying or something. He is not in college, especially in Bandung. He's an employee at an import shoe factory around here. You know, right? Sumoyono area?” tukas Pak Anwar finally catapulted what he had been harboring.

Bu Nani has been reported by Pak Anwarbahwa during the interview by Bu Herya was apparently Ayudia answered questions about his busyness that he was studying in Bandung. And there is even the name of the university with the majors he took called smoothly, also the cost address. Ms. Nani was of course astonished and confused to find that.

“But the patient seems to remember very details all the things about his college. How could that be, sir, Mom? Does the Mother who may be closer to her daughter, know something, Ma?” Bu Herya turned to question Bu Nani because she saw Pak Anwar as confused as himself.

Ms. Nani just shook her head weakly and timidly.

“He was ... indeed really wanted to go to college, Mom. In his first year of graduation, he almost received a full scholarship but then failed at the UNAS result points because he was sick. That'sallthatis. But the fact is he didn't go to college. Yes at home only, receive tutoring SD children around the house before finally accepted to work in that factory.” Ms. Nani explained to her knowledge.

It looks like Ms. Herya was muttered and wrote something in the patient's notebook again.

“Oh .. Then maybe the real patient is still depressed over his failure at that time, ma'am, sir. And the depression had been enduring undiminished in his subconscious, waiting for time to be evaporated. And now when his head had that impact, as if the open path for depression also came out to the surface. Seizing some of the thoughts of patients,” said Bu Herya threw out her initial analysis.

“But I still need to re-examine. I would regularly talk to patients here or in his room, yes. Observation of what memories are lost with those exchanged with his subconscious imagination,” continued BU Herya with a serious face.

Bu Nani seemed to hold his fingers tightly and cold sweat even dripped on his forehead until Bu Herya tried to calm him down.

“It's okay, Mom. Don't worry so much. It's only temporary. It won't be long. When his concussion has healed completely then we hope his memory will immediately return to how it was, yes.”

Bu Nani nodded while confirming the words and hopes of Bu Herya. She and her husband were then welcome to the hospital room Ayudia again with a warning not to over-fors the memory and mind of the patient first.

Once there, the two of them were shocked because Ayudia welcomed with a very surprising question.

“Why did Ayudia get a consultation to a psychologist, Mom, Sir? Ayudia was just an accident and concussion, not crazy right?”

“Astaghfirulloh! She was! Istighfar, Son. Who said you were crazy?” Ms. Nani was immediately hysterical to hear that. He directly hit his daughter's body and hugged her tightly, trying to get those bad thoughts out of the princess' head.

“The end of the psychologist asked me many things as if I was a patient who was being investigated the level of his madness, he said,” said Ayudia who did not think of anything during being left alone earlier so had such bad thoughts on their return there.

“Yes Allah, Sir. We can no longer leave him alone,” said Bu Nani in a voice full of anxiety and almost as much as possible. Which was taken by Mr. Anwar with a very concerned face. Such parents, always feel worried when their children happen something. In contrast to children who sometimes do not think about the impact of what is done to parents. As now the imagination of Ayudia actually makes her parents fuss and dizzy instead of clumsy.