Hatori Imas
Fight Forgetting

"Gold, Gold, Gold." All the schoolmates call my name every time they cross paths. I was suddenly famous after my accident yesterday. I who was unfamiliar with fame became somewhat uneasy with their attitude. However, even so I still try to be friendly towards them.

"Gold, please tell us, how does it feel to lose memory?" Ask Rani my deket friend. I became increasingly uncomfortable with the same questions and over and over.

"It feels tuh... savory savory nyoi." I answered while laughing.

"Ihh.. said round tofu?" Rani pouted with a disappointed expression. I realized that Rani's question actually came from her sincere curiosity and concern. I stopped laughing and took a more serious attitude.

"Sorry, Rani. In fact, it can be very difficult to describe exactly what it feels like to lose memory. Everyone has a different experience in dealing with it. To me, it's like losing a part of myself, like an incomplete puzzle."

Rani's face turned serious, and I could see her real worry. He understood how difficult the healing and recovery process was after experiencing memory loss.

"I can only try to accept and deal with it one step at a time," I continued in a softer voice. "Thanks to the support of all of you, my family, and friends like Ujang, I feel stronger. Everything played a vital role in my recovery process."

The classmates who listened to my story showed empathy and sympathy.

"Gold, we are always here for you" said Rani sincerely, clasping my hand tightly. "We'll support you in your recovery process, and be ready to help if there's anything we can do."

I smiled and thanked them. Behind the crowd of my friends, I saw a figure who was no stranger to me. He came up to me and started asking me one thing.

"Gold, you really don't want our socks?" Usep wishes I remembered everything well.

I looked at Usep with a look of regret. "Sorry, Usep. I still can't remember everything clearly, including our socks."

Usep nodded with a mixed expression between disappointment and understanding. "It's okay, Imas. I understand that this is not something you can control. What matters is your recovery and your recovery."

Then Usep looked at my feet, he was surprised and then raised his gaze towards my face. "Well, that's you're still wearing different-tone socks." Usep is getting confused.

"uh. is it not the obligation of students to wear socks like this? look at the other friends, they're wearing different-looking socks." Polo answered.

"Astagfirullah, why are you guys following crazy anyway?" Usep grumbled annoyedly at the other friends.

While Usep grumbled annoyedly at the other friends, I felt increasingly confused by their confusion. I tried to recall the habits or reasons behind wearing socks of different shades, but my head still felt empty.

"See, there may be a certain reason why we wear socks like this" I said, trying to find an answer. "It's possible that there's a trend or a habit among students that I don't remember yet."

"O Allah, have you forgotten, Imas?" muttered one of my classmates. "We also follow your style of always wearing different hues, not the obligation of the school." He added the reason.

Our class leader, Rani, who has always been smart and knowledgeable, tries to provide an explanation. "After that, let Imas restore his memory little by little."

When the first lesson begins, we are preparing to welcome the teacher who will teach.

"Assalamualaikum, children." The teacher greeted us kindly and with a sweet smile.

Mother Teacher continued, "Today, we will learn about the history of Indonesia. We will discuss the struggle of the heroes in the fight for the independence of our country."

We sat up straight, ready to listen to an interesting history lesson. Ibu Guru presents the material with enthusiasm, sharing interesting information and stories about the historical events that shaped Indonesia.

During the lesson, I tried to focus my attention and digest the information conveyed by Mother Teacher. Although I still struggle to recall past memories, I hope that this learning can help revive memories related to Indonesian history.

The teacher looked at me, and then he asked with sympathy. "Gold, are you okay? if you're still dizzy and sick, don't force it." The teacher rubbed my head.

I smiled at him and replied, "Thank you, Master. I was fine and tried my best to follow the lesson. Although there's still a little confusion, but I'll keep trying."

Mother Master nodded understandingly. "Alright, Imas. If there's anything you need to ask or if there's anything you're having trouble with, don't hesitate to ask me or your classmates, yeah."

I nodded as a sign of understanding and continued listening to Mother Master's explanation. Although there was still some frustration and confusion within me, I felt helped by the support and understanding of Mother Master.

Historical learning continues with active interaction between us, teachers, and classmates. We exchanged opinions, asked questions, and tried to understand the historical context presented.

When the lesson ends, Mother Teacher gives assignments related to the material that has been learned. I took note of the task and promised myself that I would try to do it well.

After that, we all got ready for our next lesson. I took a deep breath and tried to overcome the anxiety that still haunted me. Although it is still difficult to remember the past, I am determined not to give up and keep fighting.

I looked at Ujang, he was looking at me and suddenly he took out a white plastic bag containing a living Eel. Instantly my head hurt, like something forced me to remember it, but the more forced the more pain once. My eyesight grew blurry and darker.

Like Deja Vu, when opening the eyes of so many people beside me in a very boisterous voice. I just realized, it turns out that I fell unconscious after remembering things related to Eel.

"Ohhh. My head hurts." I groaned and fell back after trying to get out of bed in the UKS.

When I fell down and groaned in pain, there were immediately some people who came to help. Teacher's mother, Usep, and some of my classmates quickly approached me with anxious faces.

"Gold, are you okay?" Master Mother asked while checking on my situation.

I felt the hand of Mother Master checking the pulse and felt the painful part of the head. I tried to catch my breath and replied with a breath of breath, "My head hurts. I don't know why."

Usep points out his concern, "Maybe your memory trying to return to old memory makes you faint. You should rest, Imas."

Teacher's mother called the UKS nurse to check on me. The nurse gently checked my temperature, blood pressure, and performed some simple tests. They explained that fainting could be caused by a variety of factors, including stress and emotional distress that I may experience as a result of memory loss.

The nurse suggested that I rest well, and it was better not to attend school first because my condition had not recovered and healed completely.

I was taken home by my teachers and some of my friends were there to take me as well. Next to me, I saw Ujang bowed down disappointed.