Chapter 39 Don't Remember Him

In the dark room there was a broken molded table, a cabinet and a small bed.
He could see immediately a woman with little clothes curling up at the corner, frightened with pale face.
A couple was waiting at the bed urging their son to do it.
"Take off her clothes! Do you still want to have wife?"
They hated that they could do it instead.
The sound of door being broken scared them and turned around unpleasantly.
"Who are you? Don't you know it's my son's wedding day? Come tomorrow if you come for debt!"
Clinton had his lips tightly closed, and didn't respond but his eyes were sullenly on Sandra at the corner.
His look scared the old couple and the man asked carefully.
"You... You are not here for collecting debt, aren't you?
He didn't look like from the local. Even though they were in deep debt, but it was impossible for them to have anything to do with a person like him.
Clinton didn't look at them even but went straight to the bed, snatched the retarded son away and got hold of Sandra's wrist.
"What are you doing!"
His exuberant joy turned into jealousy. He was questioning her fiercely.
But Sandra didn't look at him but screamed out of horror out of expectation.
"Who are you?! Don't touch me!"
She tried to struggle away, but in vain, then she bit directly on his hand back.
The extreme pain didn't make him let go of her hand.
His face was pale out of the pain.
What did she say just now?
Asked him who he was?
She couldn't recognize him?
Clinton felt his temple was bulging. He held her chin patiently to make her look up.
"Sandra, you asked who I was?"
In the dim light the woman's face was lifted gradually, pale.
She lost a lot of weight, and an abhorring scar at her cheek, hollow and vacant eyes.
Suddenly he remembered she couldn't see.
The fresh scar pierced his heart and then he softened his voice.
"I am Clinton."
Sandra had little reaction to his name, but still tried her best to get rid of his snatch. She had never been so innocent, or so unfamiliar like a stranger.
"Let me go! I don't know Clinton! I don't know Clinton!"
Her tone was as sharp as the blade, stabbing into his hearty.
Clinton was completely in a daze.
She didn't remember him.
The couple realized something went wrong and started to drag Sandra behind them for protection.
"What's wrong with you? She is the wife of my son! How dare you kidnap people in the daylight!? Neighbors, this man is kidnapping my son's wife!"
The woman looked fierce and shouted towards the door.
The crowd in the village acted always together towards the outside, so all took action gathering their weapons when they heard of kidnapping. They circled the small cottage around, on alert.
Clinton's face was even worse.
He looked at Sandra again.
The woman was in thin clothes, her thin shoulders were shivering and tried to curl up to make herself smaller in awe.
Tears in her eyes, but she dared not to let them drip down.
It didn't look like she was pretending. She had memory loss, so that she didn't know him or herself.
Clinton felt so unbalanced suddenly.
He had dreamed of her every day in a month, but she couldn't remember who he was.
He took a deep breath and retained his feeling. He looked at the old couple sharply.
"Did you get her permission about this wedding?"
"Asking her?"
The older man was confused and then smiled as if he heard something funny.
"She was washed to the bank, retarded and blind, wandering around, begging. She was bullied by the beggars, and stole the food from the wild dogs. If it weren't us who took her to see the doctor, she would have died since long. We are her savior. To let her marry our son is her luck. She should also pay it what we did for her."