09: You're making a mistake!

But Khana shook her head, her eyes glistening with tears she hadn't yet shed. "It's not just about trust, Richard. It's about us. About who we are together." She paused for a moment to take a deep breath. "And right now, I'm unsure if that's enough," she added.

The weight of her words hung between them, creating a suffocating silence. Richard wanted to reach out to her, to hold her close, and never let her go. He was hesitant to sit next to her. He felt guilty for starting an argument. Such was the unexpected ending of an argument he had never seen coming.

"So what are you saying?" Richard asked, his voice barely audible over the pounding of his own heart. Deep down, he wished not to hear the word he had already concluded in his mind. He hoped that she would never break up with him.

Khana took a deep breath, preparing for what she was about to say. "I'm saying that we should end this now. I don't want to get married anymore."

Richard knelt and pleaded. He grasped the hem of  Khana's ward clothes and leaned his head on her knee. He uttered, "Honey, you're just tired from all this misfortune. We love each other. I can't leave without you." 

Khana was forced to let her go from Richard's grasp. She's trying to brush his hands off around her knee. She yelled, "Stand up! You could have avoided arguing with me, but you chose to pressure me and even suspected me of pulling strings by faking my amnesia!"

"I already apologized for my behavior. Why can't you forgive me?" He replied with a gentle voice.

"Just let me be. Leave this room. I want to be alone."

 He took one last glance at her before heading to the door. Thus, the man left with a heavy heart. He was surprised to see his future mother-in-law.

"Where were you going, dear?" Khana's mother asked.

"She's upset, mother. We have a small argument. I'll give her the space. I don't wanna be on her nerves these days," Richard replied.

"No worries. I'll talk to my daughter. Please be considerate. You know what she's going through."

The lady went to the ward and kissed her daughter's cheek. She asked, "Richard looked depressed. Dear, what happened?"

" I don't want to get married anymore," Khana replied without batting an eye.

"What silly thing are you spouting about?" Khana's mother replied.

"Silly things? You can't force me to get married. I just realized that I'm not ready to settle. I want to part ways with that guy claiming to be my fiance. How will I know you didn't plan this wedding?"

"You've watched many dramas, my dear daughter. Why would I let you marry a guy you aren't in love with? You guys have dated for such a long."

"You can't change my mind, mom."

"There will be a wedding! I will never allow you two to break up because of a small argument. Khana, my child, do not decide on something you'll regret. Just wait until you regain your memory, and everything will be alright."

"What are you saying, Khana?" her mother exclaimed. "This is absurd! You can't just call off the wedding like this. You're not yourself. You don't remember everything!"

Khana's resolve wavered as her mother's words echoed in her ears. The weight of the situation pressed down on Khana, and she felt the need to explain herself.

"I know it's difficult to understand, but this is how I feel. I can't go through with the wedding when I don't remember the love we supposedly share," Khana tried to convey her feelings, her eyes pleading for understanding.

Her mother, however, was not convinced. "You're making a mistake, Khana. You need to give it time. And let your memories come back. You can't just throw everything away like this."

Khana's inner turmoil intensified as her mother continued to persuade her. But deep down, a part of her felt the need to assert her own agency, to make decisions based on her present feelings rather than relying on a past she couldn't recall.

After a heated exchange, her mother abruptly stood up, frustration evident in every step. "Fine, if you're so adamant, do as you please. But don't expect me to support this foolish decision. You're breaking Richard's heart, and for what? A fleeting moment of confusion?"

With those words, Khana's mother stormed out of the hospital room, leaving an emotionally charged atmosphere in her wake. Khana slumped back into her bed, feeling the weight of her choices settling on her shoulders.

The sterile hospital room felt suffocating as Khana gathered the courage to voice her decision. Alone in the room, Khana took a moment to collect herself. The door creaked open, and Bettina, a close friend, entered with a basket of fruits. She raised an eyebrow, studying Khana's troubled expression.

"Frienny, you look unhappy. What's wrong?" Bettina asked, sitting on the edge of the bed.

Khana managed a weak smile, appreciating Bettina's concern. "I just told Richard I want to end the wedding. My mother is furious with me."

Bettina tapped Khana's shoulder gently. "You're not a bad person. You are simply a confused one. Take some time. You have to rest to have a clear mind. I beg to disagree with your decision. How about you reflect and reconsider it?" Bettina paused for a minute as she tried to capture her friend's eyes. Then, resumed, "Richard loves you genuinely, and you might regret losing someone like him."

Khana pondered Bettina's words, her mind a swirl of conflicting emotions. Bettina continued, "He's been by your side, serving you tirelessly. Think about the love he has for you. Don't you owe it to yourself to give this another chance, especially after everything you two have been through?" 

Khana remained silent for a moment, absorbing Bettina's advice. Finally, she spoke, "I need some time alone, Bettina. Thank you for being here."

As Bettina left the room, Khana was left alone, grappling with her inner turmoil. The weight of her decision hung in the air, and the path ahead seemed uncertain. When she closed her eyes, a figure of her old 'fiend', Henry appeared. 

"I hope that guy visits again..." she mumbled.