Chapter Text
1. Memory loss
“Sir! How do you feel now?”
Feliciano woke up, his head felt very hurt. Seeing around, he lied on a white bed with some strangers. The man wearing white blouse looked like doctor and the beautiful woman next to him looked like nurse. He guessed he was in hospital right now.
“Sir! How do you feel? Are you okay?” The doctor asked again when Feliciano did not reply.
“Ve….Why…am I here?” Feliciano asked, his tired eyes looked around, his body could not stand up.
He felt sick. And had something…wrong? But he did not know What was the problem?
“Sir, you had accident, injuring in the head, but no broken bones. So..how do you feel now?” The doctor carefully explained and checked the wound was bandaged head.
“I think…I’m okay! A little hurt but it’s okay!” He shrugged and gave a tired smile. Everything was fine but he felt restless.
“I see! I’m glad for you, Mr.Vargas!”
“Mr. Vargas?! What?! Who is Vargas?” His face panicked when he heard the doctor spoke a completely unfamiliar name. But…Wait?! He knew thing was the problem. He did not remember everything about him. Name, family, address etc…His brain was blank like a white paper.
“Who am I? Where do I live? Where is my family? Why am I alone with this doctor and this nurse?” He thought with fear, trembling strongly, not hearing the doctor asked with him.
“Mr. Vargas! Are you okay? Your face pale white as if you see ghost?”
“Ve? I don’t know…I do not remember everything? What is my name?” he replied stammering, his scared eyes looked the doctor. The truth was hard to accept, his brain was empty.
Scare, hurt, frighten etc…The mixture of that feelings made him dizzy.
“You are Feliciano Vargas! That’s terrible. Maybe you have lost your memory!” The doctor said with nervous face. Just looking at that helpless face, he felt more scared.
“But how long will it take for me to restore memory? You are a doctor so you will know that, right?” he asked, looking for the answer from the doctor.
Thinking of not remembering anyone, alone in a scary strange place like this, that made him want to burst into tears.
“Mr.Vargas! I’m sorry! But I don’t know! Maybe tomorrow, one week, one year….or cannot restore forever.” The doctor asked. Now, he could not control his weakness so tears ran down his face.
“I can not believe it …You said my name is Feliciano…But where is my family? I’m so scared…” he sobbed like a child
There were strange noises outside the room. It looked sound like the cry of a child. The sound made him felt uncomfortable. He wanted to see this boy and to make this child happy. Why did he want to do this with the child who he never met? If someone asked him like this, he really did not know the answer. Something in his heart hurt when he heard sobbed from this child.
“Stay away from me! I want to see my mother!” A sound of small children screaming.
“Okay! But we need to wait your mother feel better! Wait… You are not allowed to enter the room…”
Before understanding everything that was happening, a small boy ran to hug him tightly as if afraid he would run away. His hand trembled and touched its soft hair. This boy had blond beautiful hair and blue eyes were filled with tears. It was a strange but familiar feeling as if he had been very close to this child but he had no memory of it in his mind. He want to remember but he can not…
“What is the relationship between I and this child?” He wondered, his head tilted to the right to see this boy more closely.
“You made me scared, you know! I hate you! Mother is stupid, you made your precious bambino cried!” The boy still screamed, small head leaned on his chest, not crying anymore. Small, soft hand clung to his body and refused to let him go.
He did not want to talk the truth to this child, but children were very sensitive. If oneday this child know….he did not dare to imagine because his heart felt hurt.
“Mother! Are you okay? You look so worried!” this boy asked when seeing his stupid face. The way Feliciano looked at him was the first time he saw it. He was too young to understand what was going on, but this was not the mother he knew.
“Boy! Who are you? Why did you calling me ‘your mother’?”
The room was quiet. Shocked. That was the correct word to describe this boy’s face. How could a child understand why his mother said strange questions like that? He just think his mother was joking but why was Feliciano's face so stressful? For the boy, his mother was his only family. Everyone in the room include doctor and nurse were silent, it was a terrifying silence.
“Mother! Please do not joke me again! I’m scared!” Feliciano shooked his head while this boy felt obscure.
“You do not know me, do you? Really? It’s me, Marco. Your son!” The boy spoke expeditiously as Feliciano shook his head again.
“ Sorry but I don't even remember my name. If you are my son, you should call me ‘father’, right?” he asked and gently touched the boy’s face. His hand felt the soft white skin of a child.
“No! You are my mother! Please come back as before! Please!” Marco begged.
“I’m a man! I am not your mother.”
The doctor who stood silently in a while started to speak up:
“I heard some men can pregnant. But that's so rare! I haven't seen it before.”
“Absurdity! Those are monsters and I am a real man! I like girl.” Feliciano said, his face was completely serious.
Just thinking about 99.99% of men in the world was normal and he was among the remaining 0.01%. That was not funny, he could not imagine he was pregnant and never wanted to do this.
Marco quickly pushed him away and ran out of the room while he tried to hold the boy back. For a moment, when he saw Marco tried to keep back his tears, Feli's heart was beating fast because of panic. There was an invisible emotion linking him and Marco, so he believed that this boy actually his son.
If he was normal, he would immediately go to find Marco. But his brain didn't control his body, it was hurt so much when painkillers started to lose their effect. The kind doctor promised to find Marco for him, he slowly felt sleepy. Then, everything in front of his eyes was dark.
When he woke up, the color sunset was pale tint orange stretched in his bed. But what surprised him the most was a small body lying beside him. A golden hair with a cute curl leaning against his chest. The soft little hands gripped one of his hands. Marco - his son like an angel, the most beautiful child he had in his life. The boy also slowly woke up when he felt Feliciano moving.
“Ve! Marco… Are you ok? Are you still sad?” he asked That was silly question, suddenly he found himself stupid to see this sad face like abandoned puppy in front of him.
Make an angel of unforgivable suffering. Making an angel like Marco sad was worth dying. With that sin, Feliciano wanted to bang his head against the wall to die now.
“I’m grown up! I am not sad!” Marco turned his face away to hide tears.
“Boy! I know you are sad! At least, maybe one day I will remember you.” he hugged the kid's small face in his lap.
“One day…How long? Mother….Your bambino scare. Will I become orphaned?”Marco asked with his big blue eyes sparkling as crystals was hurt.
“No! I never left you even although I lost my memory! Can you tell me something about me and you?”
Marco wished that everything was just a joke, now completely disappeared. He was more clever than his age. The only thing he could do was help his mother restore as soon as possible.
“You are my mother, your name is Feliciano Vargas, twenty six years old, a waiter in Italian restaurant. Sometimes you do three jobs to earn more money. I am Marco Vargas, five years old. Only me and you live together in America.” Marco explained, his eyebrows furrowed.
What? So he had son when he was just twenty or twenty one years old. He was definitely not the type of person to marry so early. His chocolate eyes looked and compare Macro to him. He had auburn hair, olive skin, chocolate eyes, facial features were more feminine. While Marco had blond hair, fair skin, blue eyes, facial features were more manly. Their only similarity was a curl. In future, this boy would be more handsome than him. He chuckled happily because his wife would be very beautiful woman. Thinking of him once living with belle, he regretted that he had forgotten everything. His son had good gene from his real mother.
“Oh…Where do we live? Is it a big house?”
While he asked with expectation, Marco froze.
“No, it isn’t. We are so poor so we live in cheap apartment for rent. Our house is happy and warm! Marco love our house. Mother will love it, too!” This child smiled and said proudly. But he felt that Marco was hiding something.
“I see! Have you ever met my wife? Your real mother!”
The boy was silent. The whole room was also quiet. He could hear the wind blowing through his ears. Marco looked up at him with big, cute eyes, then his face fell down shyly.
“No, I haven’t. You are my only mother. You are the only family I have.”
Just like since this child was born, only he took care of Marco by himself. Is this a laugh or cry? Laughing because he had just woken up with blank head, suddenly a child called him ‘mother’. Crying because he is completely useless, not knowing what to do. Take care of children? No. Or Make money? No! So what could he do? Probably eating pasta all day and lying in bed.
His head thought so much that he felt stars flying around him, If people died from brain tiredness, then he would die long ago.
“Don’t worry! I love you, mother! I will protect you!”
When Marco saw a panic expression on Feliciano's face, the boy was frightened. He thought his mother was watching him as a burden and would abandon him. He gave a radiant smile but his heart was in pain.
“Please don't leave me alone! I will be a good child!” Marco said and started crying. A pain in his heart when he saw the tears falling, Feliciano gently dragged him into his lap and hugged him tightly. Putting a kiss on his blond hair.
“I never leave you! Never!” Feliciano said seriously.
The same voice, the same body, but now it was different. His mother was the best and forever the person he loved most in the world no matter how difficult it was. Memories between them completely disappeared but his mother's love for him was still there.
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After few days in hospital, Feliciano felt start to get depressed. He didn't understand why but he wanted to return to the house which Marco mentioned. Marco always was beside him not to leave and he didn't feel bothered. A bell rang, Marco gave him a square object he called iphone. After placing the phone on his ear, a loud voice shouted that startled him to jump up.
“DUDE! WHERE ARE YOU? I THOUGHT YOU DIED IN A SHOOTOUT! YOUR RESTAURANT MANAGER IS ABOUT TO DISMISS YOU!” The unknown voice was so loud that he had to take a phone away.
“VE?! Do I know you?” he asked, his head tilted to the side showing innocence.
“DUDE! Are you mad? I am superman, you know! The famous hero in America!” The person on the other end of the line said proudly.
“Oh…Mr. Superman? I am very pleased to meet you! May I help you? ” Feliciano asked with lots of question marks on his head. It was miraculous that he knew a famous American. Look at him! He was a normal person with a normal name.
“Transfer phone to Marco! Now!” his voice seriously.
They talked for a long time about his condition, the other roared loudly when hearing he lost his memory. Feliciano patiently waited for his son to hang up the phone. He didn't know whether the other was his friend but this was not his fault.
“Who is he?” he asked, gazing Marco
“That is uncle Alfred, your best friend!” His son cheered and continued to lie next to him. “He said he would pick us up tomorrow. That was great! Mother miss home like me, right?”
“Oh…Yeah…” he answered.
His heart was nervous as if someone was pointing a gun at him. Feliciano wondered “A person whom he completely did not know to take home. Were he and Marco kidnapped?”
Feliciano did not expect tomorrow to come, but what come would come, he and Marco walked out of the hospital and they waited patiently for something. Maybe Marco knew what he was waiting for, Feliciano was trembling like he was about to go to hell. That was not fun for him! He wanted to go home alone by taxi or bus more.
A shabby old car looked like it came from the landfills stopped in front of him and Marco. Under the sun, a blonde American guy got out of the car, a grin on his face. Wearing a T-shirt with a little bit of ketchup and he quickly went to hug Marco. Feliciano didn't like this. Then he turned to grab Feliciano's hand and pulled away.
“Dude, I heard you are sick! Don’t worry. Althought you do not know me but I am hero. So I will help you!” Alfred laugh out loud and pushed him to the back seat.
Feliciano thought that he could even smell hamburger everywhere in this car. The smell of butter, bread and other horror scents made him want to vomit. In addition, the speed of the car was surprised. It ran fast as a snail.
“Are you…my friend?” he asked hesitantly.
“Yes, am I! I was your first person met you when you came America! Yeah, I cheated you then you lost 50 dollar. You did not blame me but also give me your pasta. Then we have been friends for six years! That's amazing!” Alfred told stories while driving.
Feliciano kept quiet, Marco excitedly listening to a story about his mother's stupidity
“Time is so fast. I never forget the day Marco was born, now he is five years old.” This guy continued to say but this time Feliciano was curious.
“Do you know my wife? I mean Marco’s real mother!” he finished speaking, then Alfred slammed on the brakes.
“Oh my god! You did not remember that, did you?” Alfred said in disbelief and continued to drive, his eyebrows furrowed.
“Sorry! Even my name I can not remember. Is my wife beautiful? I want to see her.”
“Forget it! Best not to remember that!” This is the first time he saw Alfred seriously.
“Ve? Why?”
No one answered him, Marco looked outside and Alfred still drove. Could his wife betray him? Or worse was she dead? He was the one who held this secret key but now was not.
When the car stopped, Alfred waved goodbye to two of them. Quietly alone in the car, he turned on the radio. Music made him relax, it was not easy to see strange eyes from his best friend. For him, Feliciano was a person with a stupid bright smile but introverted. Before coming to America, there was clearly something that hurt his heart, especially love. Suddently an old memory in his mind. That was the first day he met Feliciano.
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“Ciao! Excuse me! I am Italian and this is the first time I has gone to America. Can you help me to find cheap apartment for rent??”
The young Italian man looked quite handsome. Wearing dress shirt, his hand holding map, these chocolate innocent eyes. For Alfred, this slender man was a perfect sheep to cheat.
Alfred looked at the innocent small sheep in front of him, smirking with a fake smile, cigarette still in his hands. Feliciano winced, covering his nose.
“Sure! No problem. But I need 50 dollar” Alfred said with friendly smiled. His conspiracy to cheat this sheep was ready.
“VE?! This is expensive!” Feliciano shocking
“No money. Leave now.” Alfred shouted.
“O…Okay!”
Then Feliciano followed him all day without any results. Every steps of Feliciano were increasingly tired. After a few words of encouragement, he told Feliciano to give him 50 dollar. No doubt, Feliciano did as Alfred said. The game was over. He left Feliciano alone in the alley. Poor young man knelt helpless in a foreign country.
The second time they both met was a rainy day, Alfred sat down on the street with big and small wounds all over his body. Cold, hurt, nervous, the steps of death were very close to him. Instead, an umbrella appeared on his head. It was the Italian man whom he cheated. Feliciano was fatter than the first time Alfred met.
“You look bad! Can you walk? Follow me! I will help you!” Feliciano smiled and gave a hand to Alfred.
Alfred was dumbfounded and grabbed a soft hand in front of him.
End Chapter 1
My English is not good but I want to write something for my OTP - Gerita. I thought for a long time and fear that when I wrote, nobody understood what I was writing. Thank you everybody for taking the precious time to read my work. Reviews are love for me.