I'M THE KING
New Beginning
The atmosphere of the morning came to life with laughter and smiles from the Devan who was very depressed until depression.
"Devan, tell me about what you know about me or my past. Maybe with that, my memory can return," Reka told Devan, who was daydreaming at the time.
"Ah, yes. What if we go for a walk out for a while?" bring Devan.
"Wait a minute, Devan. Look at my clothes. Why am I wearing this dress? It's like a dress the dead wear, you know?" The designer tried to show her clothes.
"Devan, please tell me the truth. Whether it's good or bad news, I will try to accept it" said Reka.
Devan who heard the words of Reka remembered what he had said before about what the King was. If Devan used to arrogantly not answer, now he becomes more open and ready to answer every word.
"They, chances are now you're King."
"Huh, did you tell me to be the King of fairy tales? Haha,"
Devan who heard Reka's answer became deja vu with what he experienced. He could only shake his head.
"Look, Design. After you saw all those absurd things, do you still not believe what I said?"
"It's not that I don't believe it, Devan. But, isn't the King only for men? Isn't that a woman, it's a queen?"
Hearing Reka's answer, Devan is startled and thinks that what Reka says is true as well.
"It's exactly what you said" Devan said.
"Forget that problem. So what about my past?" said Reka curious.
"They, you're actually dead" said Devan stiffly.
After hearing that, the atmosphere became serious. The audience was shocked to hear Devan's words.
"But look at me Devan. Look at this, I'm alive" Reka said, trying to explain to Devan.
"Yes, I know you're alive now. But look at that, look at your dress. I'm sure, since I also saw for myself, it was the dress that Reka wore on her death."
Devan tries to explain to Reka slowly about her past, her sister, as well as why she wears the dress.
After listening to a long explanation from Devan, Reka was silent for a moment trying to think and remember about her. However, the number of times he tried to do so, he still could not remember.
"So, you're saying I was murdered and my sister was killed?" ask seriously.
"That's right, Reka. Either way it's a fact" Devan said seriously as well.
"Devan, give me a little time to calm down" said Reka.
"Alright, I'd like to buy some groceries for tonight. You can relax here first, and I won't be long."
Devan then went out to buy some groceries.
**
"I'm home" said Devan.
"Yes, welcome" said Reka.
"How, Design, have you thought clearly?" devan asked while putting food in the refrigerator.
"That's fine, but there's a little stuff on my mind" Reka said.
"Don't rush, just calm down. Why don't you take a shower and change your clothes? Under that table was the old Design clothes. Ah, I'm so confused" Devan said with a small smile.
"Apaan anyway, you pervert pervert," said Reka.
**
Devan is convinced that the present Design is a Design that has been resurrected again, especially after bathing and changing clothes. Although it was not similar, it was indeed a Reka, he thought. He is determined to protect and help restore his memory.
"Where are you going?" ask Devan.
"I want to see my grave."
"Are you crazy?"
"It's not like that I mean, Devan. I just want to see the graves of my mother, father, and sister" Reka told Devan.
"What if later? For now, the road is still blocked due to yesterday's events. Just now when I was shopping at the minimarket, there were a lot of police cars blocking the road."
"Padahana, I would love to leave now," said Reka with a slight spoiled look.
"Why don't we relax first? Here, I bought some snacks. I didn't know what your favorite was, so I bought a bit more so you could pick your own" Devan said as he picked up a bag of snacks.
"Just calm down, Devan. I don't pick about food" Reka said.
Hearing Reka's reply made Devan sure that she was indeed Reka. Devan was a little nostalgic about that time.
"Devan, come here."
"What's up, Rise?"
"Look at this, is this what you're telling me?" said Reka while showing the news on television.
"Yes right, those people are people who don't deserve to live. They are the scum of society" Devan said.
"So, it is true that this news shows that there were 10,000 victims in the incident. So you really did fight against those 10,000 people, Devan?" said Reka amazed.
"Yes, that's the fact. I don't know the exact number of them. I don't think they number in the tens of thousands" Devan said.
"Thank you, Devan," said Reka seriously.
"Well, why are you thanking me?" ask Devan.
"If you fight against 10,000 people for me and my brother, I will be very grateful to you."
"Recome, you don't have to thank me. I don't deserve that gratitude. If at that time I managed to protect you and Zasa," Devan said with an irregular breath.
The designer who saw it immediately hugged Devan trying to calm himself down.
"It's okay, Devan. At least let me show you my gratitude" Reka said, hugging Devan.
"Thank you for coming back, Reka," said Devan Lirih.
"But look at this, now that you are on the run for mass murder and ATM machine robbery charges, hahaha," the designer who saw the news laughed a little.
"I didn't think that the police would move this fast" Devan said.
"Your face is still mysterious with physical features of white hair and red eyes. It's obviously you, Devan," Reka said.
"Yes, I know. It was just right that a lot of people saw me. I thought I was handsome and brave, hehe," said Devan, ashamed of his piety.
They joked and laughed a little, told a story about life, alluded to the past, whatever it was. The atmosphere became more cheerful at that time. Because they talk too much, they both fall asleep on the sofa with the TV still on. They fall asleep like a tired little kid playing all day.
"Recome, wake. Design," said Devan, waking him up.
"Hmm, give me 20 more minutes."
"Huh, 20 minutes? We don't even have that much time. It's 5pm now" Devan said, trying to wake him up.
"Hm."
"They, did you not come to visit the graves of your sister, father, and mother?" devan.
Hearing that, Reka was startled and immediately woke up.