Married to Prince Khaleefah

The thorns of my past

" What?!? " I yelled, and she flinched.

" Yeah. Who is Zayna? " she asked, and Ayman punched the wall in anger.
" Zayna Abdullahi Gambo. "

"No, clue. Not at all. "

" Wait, what is your name? "

" I... I have no idea. " she said downcast, and we all turned to the doctor.
" I guess due to the shock she occurred, she is suffering from temporary memory loss. "

" How long does it last? " I asked.

" Weeks, months, years, or her entire life. " Ayman groaned, and left the room, while Mukhtar wore a thick frown, glaring at Salma.

" Who... Who am I ? " she asked, as tears welled up in her eyes. I sat on the bed beside her, and cupped her face in my hands.

" You are Zayna Abdullahi Gambo. Eighteen years ago, a final year nursing student of Skyline University, Kano. Your father built this hospital, and your mother is the owner of Zayna Radiants, a fashion company. "

She tried to remember, but cried harder.
" I can't remember. "

"Doctor, please can you excuse us? " I asked him, and he nodded.
" By the way, don't try forcing any memory into her brain. It could damage it. "  He said, and left.

" Don't worry. It's just a matter of time. You'll remember. " I engulfed her in a warm hug, and after I broke it, she asked me.

" Who are you? Who are you to me? Who are all of them? Who is that guy that punched the wall? Where are my parents? " she asked countless questions, and I sighed.

" I am Humayra Abdullah. To you, I am your bestie, we are like sisters. That girl is um... a friend ' Salma, that man over there is... Salma's husband. That guy that punched the wall is Ayman, my elder  brother. He is your boyfriend. "

" Wh... " Mukhtar was about saying, but Salma held his hand, and muttered a warning note under her breath, but he heard.

" Boy friend? "

" Yes, you guys love each other very much, so he was upset seeing you like this. Your parents are abroad. They didn't know this happened to you. "

" I know I don't remember anything at all, but one thing I am sure of is that... You are my best friend, a sister to me. " she said, and I smiled.

Ayman's pov

I went to the balcony, and called her parents. I had their numbers. I dialed her mum, but it didn't connect, so I called her Dad, and he answered.

" Who is this ? "

" What kind of a father are you? "

" Excuse me? " he asked offended.

" You are not excused. Your daughter had an accident, but you remained there with your wife. You know she has no siblings, she is lonely, alone, yet you left her. "

" Young man, whoever you are. My daughter is having the best treatment, at one of my hospitals. " He said proudly, and I replied.

" Did you know she is suffering from temporary memory loss? "

" What! "
" Yes. It may not be temporary, if she isn't lucky. While you are there enjoying your life, your daughter is dying mentally. She isn't surrounded by her parents, but her friend, and her... You know what, I don't mean to be disrespectful, but this is is the truth. "

" Th...thank you. Where is she ? "

" Your hospital, Sir. "

" Your name, my boy? "