(Love Hurts!) Trapped By Mr. Mobster
Dissociative Amnesia

The swift clattering of steps filled the entire hospital passageway, his goal was only one!

The room behind her was someone she knew.

"How can it be like this?" ask her in a voice that is still limping.

The doctor began to explain everything he knew from the beginning.

Louis scrunched his forehead, he had not had time to sleep at all and heard the news about his sister who made himself immediately come quickly.

"Where's zayn?" ask her lirih.

In any case he still put the condition of his sister even though from the beginning of the notification he had heard that the wounded were not his sisters.

...

The pale-looking man was silent for a moment, he was surprised to see the reaction and attitude that he never even imagined would happen to the girl who was once so cheerful and bright

"How's your wound?"

He looked back at the familiar voice and turned his face again.

"Don't tell my parents about this" Zayn said without looking at the other person.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry for what Louise did" she said.

"You? Wh why? It's not your fault." continued Zayn who looked at the man.

"I can't imagine what's happened to her over the last two years" Zayn said, speaking about the girl's disappearance.

The screams that asked his son back, the eyes that were scared and shocked when he hurt him when he thought he was the same man.

"He's like he really likes the guy," she said softly.

He remembered the eyes that looked riled up in surprise and did not intend to hurt him at all but unconsciously did so.

Louis was silent for a moment, from the tone of his speech and the look on his best friend's face he could not read it at all.

"Then you're sorry?" ask him unconsciously.

Liking a woman who does not love her as the opposite sex at all at once has someone who is already in the heart is certainly very difficult.

Zayn took his breath softly, "No, I'm not sorry but angry."

That low tone of voice and long sighing sounded really gave off an implied sense of annoyance.

He could not say in his speech about what he felt, he was really angry and did not accept to see the condition of the girl he liked to be like now.

Though he always treated her like someone who was very valuable and then just destroyed with others.

Maybe if the man she likes is a man who also likes and has the same feelings he will not feel so upset, but?

Not a single word could describe how he felt.

"Then you take a break, I'll go out and I'll bring you some food too?" asked Louis after taking a breath.

He understood the meaning of what his best friend said because he also felt the same feeling of anger.

There was no answer, the man just kept quiet without saying anything.

......................

Dachinko Mansion.

Brak!

The training board was broken as expected, the hue twinkled and the eyes full of expectation of praise from the father stared at the man who was holding his little daughter.

"Daddy? Al's getting pinter, right?" her question cheerfully looked towards the father.

"Yes, you're doing well" James replied as he gave cold milk to the boy who was his adopted son at this time.

"Cute! Ian au ucu!" the little princess who was in the lap was also asking for the same thing as the boy in front of her.

James immediately blocked the small hand, although there were no health problems and the daughter was very healthy but he did not want to see a duplicate of the girl was sick.

"Don't" he said, blocking the little hand.

For his beloved daughter is still too small to often drink cold water.

"Oh!" Baby Bianca looks upset when the father blocks her tiny hand.

His eyes and forehead shriveled as if he was protesting against the father's actions.

While Al now began to like to see the cheeks full of like the bakpao food.

Auchs!

Huaa!

The screams of the one-year-old boy over were heard as his white filled cheeks continued to pinch.

"Al?" James immediately looked at the panicked boy in front of him as he made his little daughter cry.

"Ma..Sorry Dad.." said his soft words, he wanted to stop but his hands really like to pinch the cheek puffed contains it.

James let out his breath, while his little daughter went straight in and hid her blushing crying face in her arms.

......................

Two Weeks later.

Ottawa, Canada.

Now the atmosphere was no longer the same, all of them seemed agitated staring at the girl who had not woken up at all.

After fainting, Louise had a high fever and made her still unconscious but after her fever dropped and subsided she was also still unconscious at all.

"You said there was no problem? But why isn't he awake?!" Louis clucked at the doctors who were treating his sister.

"Perhaps because of the President's psychological condition, now after we do the examination there should be no problem whatsoever to the lady" said one of the doctors.

"Then wake him up" he said, giving orders.

He was afraid and very afraid that his sister would not wake up at all.

"We'll do it" replied one of the doctors.

Some of the liquid from the small clear bottle began to be put into the unconscious girl's body through an infusion and after giving her the doctors came out.

Louis let out a soft breath, staring at the brother who was still closed. Grabbing his hands and staring with his eyes.

"Louise?"

"Wake up, I'll take you out..."

"We're home, you're back." he said as the other hand began to stroke his sister's forehead.

The skinny and cold back of his hand he kissed for a moment, hoping full if his brother who was always spoiled and annoying would soon wake up.

...

Three Days later.

Although he had been given some drugs that require the girl to wake up but still no progress at all.

Louise had not yet woken up, with occasional cold tears falling from her closed petals, but there was no change.

Zayn's wounds began to improve thanks to the treatment he received regularly, as usual he always opened the window so that air circulation into the spacious room.

Replacing the fragrant flowers to spread its fragrance throughout the room, sometimes it is the sister of the girl who did it but now because of some business the girl's sister went out for a moment.

"Have you had lunch? I brought food for you too" said Louis, who had just returned and entered his sister's room.

"Not yet, just put it on the table" said Zayn who still put one by one the flowers he stalks into the pot filled with ice water.

Louis put it down but before long his best friend came out for a moment to take another ice.

The man looked at his sister, smiling bitterly in the hope that he would not fall waiting for her to wake up.

"Did I open the food first?" his murmured softly and turned towards the table that was still in the spacious room.

He did not know that today would be the day he was waiting for until he heard the voice he would hear.

"Louis..."

The deg!

His steps quickly immediately stared towards the girl who was looking at him with those inline eyes.

"Louise? Did you just call me?" the question repeated impatiently.

He hadn't heard his sister's voice call his name in a long time.

"Louis.." replied the girl again in a still weak voice as she had just woken up.

A big smile was seen on the man's face, finally the younger brother came back to recognize him.

"Call again!" she said with a relieved smile looking at her sister.

While the girl is still staring at him with my eyes but looks confused.

"Stupid.." retorted the girl and returned to his mouthful after swearing at his twin brother.

"Now you can also curse me?" ask the man who looks happy not angry.

...

Now that the girl was awake, the doctors surrounded her to check and ask her some questions.

"Why is your face like that?" asked the girl looking confused looking at her brother and friend who saw her with eyes full of haru.

"Miss? What do you remember last time?" the doctor asked the girl after confirming that the girl in front of him remembered all her identities except the wrong age.

"Hm?" Louise seemed to think.

Her blurry memory could not remember clearly what she was doing before her.

"eat? Shopping? The club'? A car?" his answer also seemed to ask.

He simply answered what might be his habit.

"Do you remember why you were in the hospital?" ask the doctor again.

The girl looked confused to answer, she instead reflexively looked at the older sister to help her answer like she was in an exam when asked the teacher.

Seeing the face of the brother who looks serious looking at him makes him know if his brother wants him to answer himself.

He shook his head while raising his shoulders and looked confused as well.

The doctor said nothing and asked again, "I'll repeat my question, do you remember this year what year she was?"

Louise frowned, and she answered the same question, "23? Or 24?" answer him who looks confused.

"Louis? How old are you?" ask his twin brother because he knows they must have the same age.

There was no reply from his brother, the examination was over. Louis followed the doctor to ask about the problem with his sister while Zayn accompanied the girl.

"Zay? You why? Strange." said the girl as her energy slowly returned after she began to sober up.

The man smiled looking at the girl in front of him, the smile that looked sincere, warm and relieved was staring straight.

"Zayn?" Louise frowned looking at her friend who was smiling instead.

He does not remember at all if he was ever engaged to the man in front of him because his engagement day was also a situation that made him hurt.

"It's okay, we're just happy to see you back" the man replied smiling.

"Where did I come from?" Louise who was still confused and wondering did not understand at all what was said by her friend.

...

While the doctor began to explain what he saw after the doctor who examined the girl's physical condition said there was no problem because it was in a stable condition and now it was his psychic doctor's turn speakin.

"Dissociative amnesia?" ask Louis again.

"Right, the President, after the results that I got after the brief interview, I can conclude that, if Miss Louise can't remember her traumatic experience" replied the doctor.

"And I think Miss Louise is currently in systematic amnesia for not remembering certain information despite its other effects with vague memories for other things" he continued.

"Will his memory return?" tanya lirih, not because she wants the sister to remember the painful event but she wants her sister no longer remember the right.

"Of course it can, but the time brackets can vary. It could be a few days, weeks, months maybe years." replied the doctor.

"Then do something so that his memory does not return" Louis told the doctor.

NB KET: Dissociative amnesia is a condition in which a person is unable to remember important personal information, generally involving a traumatic experience.The cause of his or her overwhelming stress is, which may be the result of a traumatic event, can be returned with a variety of time periods. It has five types: Local amnesia, Selective amnesia, Thorough Amnesia, Continuous amnesia, Systematic amnesia

...

One Week later.

Dissociative amnesia that enters into the type of systematic amnesia has now become the basic reference of the girl.

He does not remember at all about his first love and what he went through during that time and the events that followed in him.

"Why look at the mirror?" ask Zayn to the girl who is now starting to come back like the girl he knows.

"My face is dry, not smooth when I'm sick you guys have no skincare love anyway?!" asked an irritated Louise who was staring at her skin.

Although still equally smooth and still look beautiful although thinner and paler but he certainly can not accept it.

"It's impossible, right? I'm the same Louis loves skincare same maskin sick people no longer unconscious?" asked Zayn shook his head.

"But I'm a-"

"Beautiful," cut off the man who took the mirror in Louise's hand and stared at her up close.

Louise silently momentarily gazed towards the man, she also realized some things if her friend changed a little.

Not as sweet as rabbits and chocolates.

"Zayn?" call the girl as she sees a handsome face that is so close to her.

"Hm?"

Taps!

Zayn flinched, the girl's hand suddenly landing on both sides of her cheeks and pinching her.

"Ih! My Baby Zayn Uda is big now." said the girl with a smile.

Zayn did not say anything, he understood because the memory of the girl was so ambiguous and also a memory that seemed to be cut several years and still stopped in time before all the pain began.

......................

Two years later.

Dachinko Mansion.

The bare little feet, the tiny hands soiled with dirt and blood lifted the limp-dropped bunny boy because of the squeeze of his tiny hands.

"Muucca!"

The little girl turned her head with her innocent face and looked at the father who was following towards her.

Like raising a large stuffed toy the man looked towards the whole body of his dirty-looking princess.

"Where's your nanny? Why alone?" her question was carrying her daughter who had entered the forest area behind her mansion.

"Bian, toruh jump in there! Hiya!" he laughed while pointing towards a tall tree.

The girl who grew up full of affection as well as her heir was certainly growing up to be a girl who was so naughty at her age and she was never angry for mischief.

Despite having adopted children, she still raises her daughter as if the adorable little girl would later replace her, because he knows nothing will be okay with the situation he has for now.

James wastes his breath, he brings his little princess into the mansion and cleans her.

The beautiful little girl looked adorable, with a look and eyes that did not see the father even though he was in a seat to see the father.

"Bianca? Did you hear what I said?" her question was staring at the princess.

"Dengel Dad.." he answered unwilling to see the father's face and linked his tiny fingers for fear of being angered.

"Don't go into the woods often, okay?" said the man shrewdly.

"Why? Bian can piuw! piw! if there's something bad!" speak with that voice that has not grown.

"Pi? Pi what? Pi..w?" asked James confused who also often did not understand with his own daughter.

The man chose not to ask anything and got an ambiguous vocabulary again. He just kept silent while looking at the face that always reminded him of his girl who he could not trace his footsteps even though three years had passed.