My name is Abdoel. I got amnesia in a crash.
This is my story. It was rain. I was laid on the road. When I woke up, I found
my body is bloody. I had no power, then, I fallen to the ground.
After the crash, I just stayed at home. One
day, I wake up and looked around the living room, then I took and opened a
photo album. I looked each picture one by one but I couldn’t remember anything.
I was really sad and didn’t know what to do.
A moment, the door was knocked. I peeped at
a small hole on the door. There was a guy of the same age. I opened the door
and let him in. He was Aray. He brought a black small book and gave it to me.
He said” I found this around the crash, before you lost your memory you used to
keep all your reports on here”. I opened it and read an interesting page. The
content” Let’s talk about Aisha. Yeah, I know it’s all I ever talk about but
it’s too hard not to. She is absolutely perfect. First of all….”.
After I read it, I remembered that I used
to think about Aisha. We often spent the time sitting on a bench at a park near
my house. Was she in the crash? She’s alright? I asked Aray but he just made a
nod. I asked him to bring me to her house.
In the morning, I walked with Aray to Aisha’s house. We got to her house and Aray left me alone. I stood in the
front of the door, then, an old woman opened it. She let me in and greeted me,
“Hi Doel are you looking for Aisha? She is down stair”. I walk down the stairs
and found she is sitting on a wheelchair. I was surprised when seeing her face.
It was burned. I embraced her and said to my heart “However she is now, I will
always love her.”
