Although Not Perfect
Theatricals

"Yes ma, my head hurts so much...."

"Later the doctor will check again so that the pain is reduced, do you want to eat, hmmm?"

"No, I'll be later..."

Mas Reza smiled softly then turned towards me and Tasya.

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"Tash...Amel..thank you, you've looked up." said mas Reza trying to smile on the sidelines of his pain.

"Cock? Your wife has been for days nemenin you lo mas?"tasya said protesting to his brother.

"Wife? Who?.."mas Reza looked confused by his sister's remark.

As my smile faded, Tasya and I looked.

"Darling.your wife is Amelia Pramesti.." answered the mother while embracing my arm.

"Hhhh!!! Mama don't be kidding me, I can't betray Vina, Ma! No way!! I wouldn't be near another girl let alone marry her!!" exclaimed mas Reza insistent then complained again with pain in his head.

I was shocked to hear his words, but I tried to endure this pain in my heart. Shouldn't I be ready to accept whatever the circumstances are, as long as he can survive the accident...

I looked at my mother and shook my head so as not to force her, I was afraid that something bad would happen if it forced her memory back to its original state. At least he remembers my name is Amel...

" Have Reza, rest first let's recover quickly huh..." Mama smiled trying to make Reza calm.

The next day, a visiting doctor said Reza had a trauma that caused some of her memories to be lost.

Most likely his memory stopped in the time after Vina's death. Such a deep sense of grief brought him back in those days.

After consulting a doctor, most likely Reza has retrograde amnesia where the person cannot remember information or events that occurred before a certain period. It usually occurs before major surgery or an accident.

I can't give up, there's gotta be a way for me to make peace with him.

In addition to vitamins or supplements, doctors also deal with amnesia the main thing is through therapy. Two types of therapy that can be done for people with amnesia are occupational therapy and cognitive therapy. Occupational therapy aims to teach people how to get to know new information. While cognitive therapy is done to strengthen memory.

After mom said that I was his wife, his attitude towards me changed like hating me. It's like I forced him to betray Vina's mother.

And the safe way that I could get close to him was to follow the flow according to his memory while slowly giving me memories.

When dinner came, I helped her to sit down even though she tried to resist because usually my mom did it, but now we are just the two of us.

Maybe he thinks I'm a shameless girl who keeps clinging to him even if it's not expected.

“I want you to know the little secret between us, mas.."he still ignores me who bribes him.

Even he pretended to play his phone so as not to see me, and it made me start to get caught off guard.

"Actually, you never betrayed mbak Vina kok mas, if only there was written evidence that could explain to you..." that sentence made Mas Reza interested and willing to glance at me when I said it.

I finally got his attention.

"Maybe you don't remember about our agreement, that we married for mutual benefit.

I sighed seeing her reaction, I guess I had to act to the fullest, so she didn't suspect that I was just playing a show.

While playing my role as a partner then back to bribe him and even with the look of the face forced mas Reza to accept it.

Counting on learning to face my child who was sulking, my mind began to laugh on its own.

Geez what that reason is, I just wish he believed.

"Why should I?"he finally spoke, and it made me feel like I was winning.

I looked at him and smiled with relief. I used to ask you that question, but now I can only hold back my laughter because the question turned to me.

"Because you still love your wife, and don't want me at all so I feel safe. You are also not my type, we have only been friends and Reza only considers me as a sister like Tasya. Doesn't that mean you didn't betray your love..."

I saw him thinking about hearing my story. Although it was a bit silly, it should have convinced her that I could stay with her.

"It's just our secret, but if you want us to separate I will. There is no compulsion between us, other than mutual symbiosis..."

He looked and our eyes met.

"I don't want you to be sad about my situation, so we can continue this agreement…"

I finally managed to do a scenario to conquer his heart from zero. Let me be my own husband.

After two weeks of intensive care at the hospital, doctors allowed Mas Reza to go home with a schedule of therapy that must be undertaken.

I have advised my mother, mother and Tasya that I be supported to restore the memory of Reza in my own way.

And now we have to separate rooms to convince her that we're only friends when no one else is. But since all my clothes were still in the master room, I had to pick up some for me to move in the next room.

I opened the door and went into the closet. I heard the bathroom was noisy, thankfully he was still taking a shower.

"What are you looking for...?"the voice of Mas Reza behind me surprised me when I was looking for the underwear I meant, because my stomach and chest were getting claustrophobic wearing the old one.

I stood face to face with him and saw the chest of the field that I truly missed. This pregnancy hormone is torturing me, I need to get out of here.

"Mmm.I picked up some of my clothes left in this room, when my mother was staying and we had one room to make her unsuspecting." I showed her and passed from her presence.

His cold attitude made my heart miss its warmth first.

Like when we first had breakfast together, Reza looked uncomfortable looking at me like a stranger...

"I'm going to eat in the TV room." I chose to eat my breakfast in the TV room in a cranky tone, even though it's actually upsetting to the man.

Good thing my appetite is increasing right now, no matter where I eat, it feels good. Sometimes in order to avoid the heartache of his rejection, I did not care about it and did my usual activities of going to work at Green Cafe, at least there I could joke with Richard.

This morning the weather was a bit cloudy, but it did not dampen my spirit to go to Green Leaf Cafe.

After getting ready I put on my jacket and I took my bag out of the room and went down the stairs when I saw Reza enjoying his breakfast.

"I went to mas, assalamualaikum.."My camel to him.

She looked up, looking at me with a flat look.

"Not breakfast yet?" tanyanya.

"For the sake of buying chicken porridge.." I saw that there was fried rice at the table made me swallow, but the sense of prestige in my heart was stronger..

"Hmm..waalaikumsalam."he said.

Hhh...Actually I want to have breakfast with him, but my mood is bad and do not want to linger to meet him.