Just a Servant
Still in the hospital

"Yes, we'll be home soon, after asking permission from the doctor... " Answer Mas Bagas.

Slowly I nodded.

"Nur, let's eat first... You haven't eaten yet. It's past lunchtime..." Bagas' words distracted me, pointing to a tray of food lying on the nightstand, next to my patient's bed.

I looked in the direction designated.

The hospital menu....

"May I have no other food, mas?" I looked back at Bagas.

"What do you want to eat?" Ask Mas Bagas. His right hand was still grasping my hand, while his left hand was tidying up the children's hair on my forehead which was slightly asphyxiated covering the eyes.

"Emmm what is it? Uh, mas himself has eaten yet?" I asked suddenly because I remembered, if I usually prepare food for Bagas mas.

Bagas instead of answering smiled.

"Come, we'll order food for both of us..." Said.

I'm nodding.

We have not had time to contact anyone to ask for food, a doctor and a female nurse came to do an examination.

I was told to go back to bed in the patient's bed. The doctor touched my pulse with his finger, then examined it using a stateskop. He also examined my pupils.

"Is there a complaint...?" Ask later. Instantly I shook my head.

"Dizziness or headache...?"

Once again I shook my head.

"How's my wife doing, doctor?" Ask Bagas for certainty.

"Father's wife is okay..maybe she had fainted because she was too trying to remember... according to the story of the father, the father's wife affected by amnesia...?" Said the doctor. Mas Bagas nodded.

"Yes, you should try not to push yourself too much... Let the memory return slowly."

The doctor gave us some medical advice before finally allowing us to go home.

I smiled happily. As soon as the doctor left, I jumped out of the bed.

"Mas, we don't need to order food.we eat out and go home..." I said as I approached Bagas. Mas Bagas nodded with a smile.

"We're going home now...?" Ask me to make sure.

"Yes? No one's missing?" Mas Bagas.

"What missing? What did I bring?" I said, looking for something that might be mine...

"Where is my handbag?" I suddenly remembered the loan.

"That's. inside the nightstand.lucky inget..." Answer bagas. I immediately opened the nightstand and took my handbag.

Alhamdulillah...

I just closed the nightstand and was about to stand up, there were galloping footsteps. From his voice, I guess, that came more than one person and they walked in a hurry.

I exchanged glances with Bagas. From his expression, it seemed like he was also thinking the same as me. You both think "Who... What's up?"

Just a few seconds later, the sound of the steps stopped in front of the door of my room that was already open, because after the doctor came out, we did not close it.

I saw the mother who had fainted standing there. Behind him, there were two men. The one young man who had approached me just as I was about to take a taxi, the other an older man. Maybe the mother's husband...

"Anna's... " Call the mother softly with a trembling voice.

Instantly I moved behind Bagas trying to find refuge.

"Yes..." Unconsciously I whined.

Mas Bagas immediately grabbed my body closer beside him. I ducked to align my height with the height of Bagas sitting in a wheelchair. Hugged me tightly. Trying to calm myself.

"Who are you...?" Ask Bagas in a steady voice full of vigilance.

"Anna. It's mom son... " Say the woman.

I looked at the three people in turn.

"What happened to you, son...why don't you recognize me...?"

"Mom, stop right there. You're freaking my wife out..." Said Bagas trying to stop the mother from getting closer.

Hearing the words of Bagas, the three people immediately focused on him.

"Wife...?" Ask an older man.

"Yes, she's my wife, why? ... Who're you?" Ask Bagas again.

"Em.. We'd better talk..." Saying an older man.

"Mom.pain. Something to explain here... Don't confuse the child for your impatience..." Continue with the woman. It seems true, that woman was his wife.

"Anna..." Say the woman again in a soft voice. But she followed her husband's advice. He remained in his place even though his eyes continued to look at me softly.

"Can we talk while sitting...?" Ask the man. Mas Bagas nodded, but we did not move from our place.

"Please talk..." Say Bagas mas when the three are already sitting on the sofa provided in the room.

"Look... First of all, we'd better introduce ourselves. I'm Wanto... Ruswanto, that's my wife Sofia and this is my son Yoga..." Said the man to Bagas, pointing at the person in question.

I followed the direction he pointed with a glance.

"Mr Anna..." Call the young man who was introduced named Yoga.

"If you may know, whose name is it?" Mr. Ruswanto asked Bagas.

"I'm Bagas.this is my wife, Nurul..." Answer Bagas, but not yet finished Bagas talk mother was cut.

"No way, she's not Nurul, she's Anna my son...!"

"Mother..." It was heard Mr. Ruswanto warned his wife.

"I'm sure, she's Anna. She must be Anna, my son..." The mother insisted.

"Mas Bagas, may I request information about your wife...? Just to make sure we've got the wrong guy..." Pinta Pak Ruswanto in a careful tone of voice, assiduously offended his interlocutor.

Being asked like that, Bagas could only take a long breath. I know what's weighing on his heart. Yeah, because he doesn't know much about me. Same with myself. Don't know anything about myself.

"What makes you think she's Anna...?" Mas Bagas flipped the question.

"Because she is Anna. We can't be wrong. For months he disappeared, not necessarily his dread. Suddenly he showed up here, of course we were shocked. Especially when he realizes he doesn't recognize us..." Bright sir Ruswanto. Seen sorrow on his face.

Hearing the description, I subconsciously squeezed the hand of the master I still held.

"Mas...are they really my family...?" Whisper to Mas Bagas.

Bagas seemed to think for a moment.

"Is there any evidence that she's your family's Anna?" Ask Bagas again.

"There's...!" Sahut Yoga is fast, making our attention immediately directed to him.

I saw him grabbing something in his pants pocket. And HP. Some time he scrolled his HP screen, until later...

"Sir.. look at this. This is the last time we took a picture together.it's my High School farewell..." Yoga said while showing photos depicting a school event. Behind the people posing it was huge writing...

...Farewell Event...

...SMA Negeri Sembilan's...

...The school year....

I looked at the photo carefully.

Although there are not the same, such as haircuts and clothing styles. But I feel, if the woman who took pictures with Yoga is me. And Yoga keeps scrolling her HP screen showing her other photos.

Are they really my family?

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