Hatori Imas
Wading through the memory labyrinth

I woke up with a very painful head. As my eyes began to focus, I saw some unfamiliar yet anxious faces staring at me. I feel confused about this situation.

"Gold, are you okay?" asked a middle-aged mother in a quivering voice, while holding back her cries. Beside him, there was an old man stroking his shoulders with a deep worried look.

I tried to recall who they were, but my memory was still blurred. I fumbled to hold my head in pain, trying to find clues as to what might have happened to me.

"Bik, you fell into the river and your head hit a big rock" said the old man with a hoarse voice.

When I heard that explanation, a slight flash of memory about standing by the river bank flashed through my mind. I felt a sense of confusion and uneasiness, as I could not remember the whole incident.

In the hospital, I lay weakly with a growing sense of confusion. My mind was filled with questions that were hard to answer. "I who? Where am I at? Why is this happening to me?" My mind raged, but no answer came.

The medics and nurses around me tried to calm me down and provide the necessary care. They explained that I had a serious head injury from falling into a river and hitting a rock. The injury may cause temporary memory loss or amnesia.

I felt despair in this confusion. I tried to call out names that might be connected to my identity, but they all felt foreign and did not give a clear picture. My mind feels like an unraveling labyrinth.

While in the hospital, I underwent a series of tests and examinations to make sure there were no other serious injuries and to monitor the progress of recovery. I was given medication to reduce the pain and speed up the healing process.

My family and friends who came to see me gave me a very important emotional support. Although they were also confused and sad to see me in this state, their presence gave me hope and strength to keep fighting.

"Gold, I'm sorry. All because I called your name across the river." Usep cried and felt guilty seeing me lying weak.

"Udah, Sep. It's also called an accident, it's not 100% your fault." His mother Imas tried to calm Usep's heart.

I looked at Usep with a confused look. Although her name sounded familiar, but her face did not trigger any memories in my memory. I tried to remember every detail that might be connected to him, but everything was still blurred.

"I'm sorry, but I don't remember who you are" I said in a weak voice, showing a look of confusion.

Usep was silent for a moment, looking sad and disappointed. He tried to control his cries and said, "I'm Usep, your schoolmate. Yesterday we went looking for the Eel together, Imas."

I feel sad and confused about this situation. How could I not recognize my own schoolmate? Guilt came to me, as Usep looked devastated.

Some people around us tried to calm the mood. They explained that the amnesia I was experiencing could affect the memory of the people closest to me. They suggested that I give myself time to slowly recover my memories.

After a while, my mother and father came in a hurry. "Yyyyyyyyyyyass!" my mother shouted in a hysterical voice. His face was full of relief when he saw me awake.

Hearing my mother's voice, I felt a warmth growing inside my heart. Although I was still confused and did not remember many things, their presence gave strength and hope.

My mother and father immediately approached my bed in the hospital. They tried to calm me down with affection. Mother's cry, which had been filled with worry, turned into a happy cry.

Father, who was usually calmer, also looked very happy to see me sober. "You scared us, Imas. But the important thing is now that you've recovered" said the father in a soft voice.

I tried to watch their faces closely, looking for any signs of familiarity or memories that might come up. However, my mind was still caught in confusion. I can't remember my relationship with them, even though I can feel a strong emotional bond.

I wondered, and I finally said, "I'm sorry, mother, father. I can't remember many things. Can you tell me who I am and how we are related?"

Mother and father looked at each other for a moment, then mother gently grasped my hand. "You are our daughter, Imas. We are your parents who love you."

He added, "You are a man of passion and cheer. You love spending time on the river, exploring nature, and playing with your friends."

I felt I had to hear their words, even though the memories themselves had not yet come. I feel connected to them through irreplaceable family ties.

"Maybe your memory will return over time, Imas. We will support you in this process of recovery" said the mother with hope.

"Ujang, Vey, can you explain the same father chronologically how?" I asked Vey and Ujang. However, they were silent and confused as they stared at Usep.

"So, Imas was standing by the river, sir. I who happened to be across the river called Imas and waved my hand. I don't know why Imas suddenly slipped and fell into the river." Usep explains the details of the incident.

I listened to Usep's explanation with a serious face, trying to understand the chronology of events that occurred. Vey and Ujang still looked confused, but they tried to listen carefully.

After Usep finished explaining, Father nodded slowly. "Thank you for the explanation, Usep. We understand what's happening now." He took a deep breath before continuing, "However, are you aware of any other factors that might have influenced this incident? Was there anyone else who was around the river back then?"

Usep was silent for a moment, trying to recall the details that occurred at that time. After a while, Usep nodded slowly. "Yes, Father. There was a man running along the river. He seemed to be in a hurry and did not notice Imas standing on the sidelines."

Usep added, "He kept running and didn't see Imas. When Imas slipped and fell, the man was already away."

He frowned, trying to connect the information he had just obtained. "So it is possible that the presence of the person contributed to the occurrence of the fall of Imas. We need to find out more about who that person is and what's going on at the time."

He turned his gaze to the medics who were around. "Is there any chance that there is CCTV footage around the river? Or were there any other witnesses who saw this?"

The medical staff did not understand. "When is there CCTV from the river?"

"Ahh. sorry, I forgot." His father Imas answered with a face of shame.

He thanked the medics and turned his eyes back to me. He grabbed my mother's hand and said, "We have to be patient, honey. We'll find out the truth and find a way to help Imas recover completely."