Hatori Imas
The process of remembering the past

Confused and doubtful, I looked at my mother who brought me food. It felt strange to see her with a foreign feeling, yet there was a gentle and familiar vibe in her gaze that made me feel calm.

"Dear baby, eat first, yes" my mother said with a warm smile. He sat by my bed and placed a bowl of porridge on his lap.

I watched the porridge that was in front of me, trying to remember the times when eating food like this. However, everything was only a shadow that I could not relate to my current life.

"With tenderness, my mother said, "Yes, Imas, I am your mother. And this is our home."

I looked around the room of the house I was in. There had begun to be a little clarity about the circumstances around me, but it was not enough to remember every detail about my home or my relationship with my mother and father.

"I'm sorry, mom. I can't remember everything" I said in a weak voice. My confusion was clearly drawn on my face, and it made me feel desperate.

Mother placed the bowl of porridge on a small table beside my bed, then she held my hand gently. "It's okay, Imas. I understand that you are having this difficulty. Your memory will return over time. We'll always be here for you."

I felt a warmth in his hand and the words he said. Although I can't remember our current relationship, the love and care that emanated from her made me believe that she was my loving mother.

"Eat first, Imas. It will help your body recover" said the mother, stroking my hair softly.

I followed his request and began to eat the porridge slowly. Although the memory of the eating habits in this family has not been repeated, but it still feels familiar and gives a little relief in the midst of the confusion I experienced.

As I ate, my mother sat down next to me and began to tell me about various things that might awaken my memory. He told me about my childhood, our adventures together, and the happy moments we shared as a family.

Every word he spoke became a common thread that tried to associate the lost memories. I tried to pay close attention, trying to capture every detail and relate it to the feelings I might have felt at the time.

Although the results have not yet given rise to a clear memory, but at least I feel a little closer to mother. In every word and touch, I could feel the sincere affection of my mother, and it gave me hope that I would remember everything one day.

The door of my house was knocked from outside, and I heard a loud noise from a number of people. My schoolmates, teachers, and principals all came to see me. Sounds of laughter and warm whispers filled the room as they entered the room.

Mom smiled and gestured for them to come in. They walked slowly towards my bed, with faces full of worry but also full of hope.

"Why are they all here?" I was confused with my mother.

Mother replied softly, "They are your friends, Imas. They want to give you support and help you recover your memories."

My schoolmates sat around my bed, showing mixed expressions of excitement and worry. Some of them carry gifts and get well soon cards. One of my close friends, Rani, held my hand warmly.

"Gold, we miss you so much. May you recover quickly and your memory recover" Rani said in a soft voice.

The principal, Mr. Surya, stood by my bed. His face was full of empathy as he spoke, "Gold, we all hope you recover soon. We are ready to help whatever you need. Don't worry, we'll always be here for you."

Seeing all the familiar faces yet still unfamiliar to me, my heart was swayed between feelings of sadness and frustration. I long for the relationships I have created, the precious memories, and the strong bonds I may have had with them.

"I'm sorry, guys. I can't remember you guys" I said in a weak voice, holding back the tears that began to pool at the corner of my eyes.

The principal added, "Don't worry, Imas. You are not alone on this journey. We will support you as far as we can. Trust me, your memory will return."

Although my feelings were still filled with confusion and uncertainty, the support of my friends and teachers made me feel stronger. I feel lucky to have caring people around me, ready to help in my every step towards recovery.

Among them, Usep suddenly thrusts at me a pair of socks but different shades. "Gold, do you remember this? I once gave you a pair of socks with a different pattern, I followed your trend." Usep wished I could remember my habit of always wearing different-looking socks. However, once again my head was like it was pierced by thousands of swords, it hurt a lot.

I looked at the pair of socks offered by Usep in confusion. Although my hand grabbed it, but no memories came connected to it. The pain in my head was becoming more and more severe, and I felt hopeless because of my inability to remember something that was so important to me.

"No, I really can't remember it" I said in a voice filled with disappointment and frustration. "I'm sorry, I feel so weak. It seems like everything related to my past is still buried in the dark."

Usep looked at me with a concerned face, and I could see his disappointment along with my confusion. He tried to provide support with a gentle smile. "It's okay, Imas."

Rani, who was sitting next to me, added empathetically, "That action is not everything, Imas. What matters is who you are now and the relationships we build today. We're here for you, no matter what."

As I heard their words, bit by bit, my sense of despair began to diminish. Although I cannot remember those memories, but there are still friends who are by my side, supporting me and accepting me for who I am.

"I'm grateful to have you all here" I said in a grateful voice. "Although I can't remember my past, but I do wish we could make new memories together. I don't want to lose anything anymore."

When all was silent and in a state of sadness, suddenly Ujang stood up and spoke loudly. "Gold, see what time it is?"

I looked at the wall clock. "Hour 4pm. Why?" Answer weak.

"Where are you usually at this hour? why?" Ujang again asked with a serious face and hoped to get an answer that was in accordance with what he expected.

"Find Eel!" My heart just flows and flows.

Suddenly my answer made everyone in my room to be shocked and astonished, including the headmaster, my mother and father.

The headmaster, who was initially silent in a corner of the room, walked over to me with a questioning gaze. "Gold, what do you mean by looking for an eel? Can you explain further?"

I felt confusion fill my mind. Although my answer came out so spontaneously, but I did not have a clear understanding of what I meant. I tried to remember why the words were thrown away, but again, my head ached and my confusion grew.

Ujang cheered happily, "Yaaayyy. You now remember, with whom do you usually go looking for Eels?" Ujang more curious and interested, hoping the next answer is still in accordance with his expectations.

"With a guy named Ujang!" I answered, then my head hurt again.

"RIGHT!" Ujang increasingly felt there was hope that my memory would soon recover. "Now you know, whose name is Ujang?"

I tried to remember deeper and further, then I paused for a moment and took a deep breath.