Postdam, Germany [2]

Potsdam is quieter than the capital Berlin. It is full of UNESCO World Heritage sites as it is surrounded by historical buildings, a series of interconnected lakes, historical gardens and royal palaces. Potsdam is the birthplace of European film production Babelsberg which is the largest and oldest film studio in Europe and was once considered European Hollywood. After the Nazis came to power, actors and artists later migrated to America.

Potsdam also developed into a center of science in Germany from the 19th century.

One of the most iconic in Potsdam is the palace of Sanssouci, the former summer palace of Frederick II of Prussia, king of Prussia. To this day the descendants of the Prussian monarchy continue to carry their title to death, one example is Valter's family who retained the knighthood in their last name.

It has been 2 months since the accident at Spielberg, physically George has shown a lot of progress, even though his motor skills are not as active as before, George still has to use a wheelchair. George's communication skills have also improved considerably, although he still has to be in an emotional state, George usually won't start eating without me, and won't go to bed without taking my hand.

I missed going back to Munich and enjoying life with Valter, but the situation was very unlikely, George's dependence moved my conscience to stay. Every weekend Valter has to commute between Munich and Potsdam. Only on weekends can I let go of my nostalgia for Valter. I feel like dividing myself into two men, being Lou Salome who owns Nietzsche and Paul Ree at the same time.

The weather is sunny in the morning, late July in summer, the weather is so warm around 25 degrees Celsius, George asked me to travel to the park in the center of Potsdam, it seems George is getting bored with the scenery around the villa and garden behind the house. With Mama Maloree's permission, we went, accompanied by a nurse and a driver.

In summer, people here love spending time outdoors, gathering in parks, going out to enjoy the lake, or going swimming. It's a beautiful, warm day to enjoy the warm sun.

We stopped for a moment in one corner of the Sanssouci palace garden, for a moment staring in awe at the grandeur of the palace which is said to be one of the best palaces of the tough competition of the Versailles palace in France. The palace was on a hill, with a long row of wide steps stretching from a large pool to the top of the palace which made the palace look very glorious.

Statues and vines wrapped around the porch frame the path to the left and right of the steps and walkways. The 12-room palace sits on 500 hectares of land and includes 150 large and small buildings and palace gardens. "Do you like it?" Asked George quietly, putting on his sunglasses.

"This is amazing, you must be very proud to be part of the emperor's line," I said innocently. George smiled at my chatter, I looked at George. He did not need to go to see the palace or crowded with many tourists, he grew up in this environment, he did it just to make me happy even though he had to risk his condition in a wheelchair.

"I hope I can take you to all places in Germany," he said again.

"Unfortunately I'm not satisfied enough if it's only Germany, I'm greedy for traveling the world. You have to be strong enough to take me far, that's why you have to recover quickly." I teased him while pushing his wheelchair slowly.

"Sometimes I'm grateful to have all this so I can hold you long enough with me. Ending up in a wheelchair and spending the rest of your life with you is not a bad idea," he said again. I chuckled at George's words, "Don't tease me George, I'm nothing more than an Asian nurse who is paid heaven's wages by the creator." I added again. "Or maybe an angel sent for the lonely me." he said teasingly.

I blushed to hear that. Somehow George always manages to make me blush, sometimes I have to admit I'm hypnotized into feelings that I've always avoided. I admit George's charisma is so strong that it attracts me, his cheerful and open spirit keeps me comfortable and energized, the same comfortable feeling that I get with Valter who has a calmer spirit.

George who is spoiled and spontaneous seems to arouse my motherly side, I'm always on hand to be around him whenever he needs me, I like getting the feel of importance and reliance from George as he depended on me, the feeling that there is always George who needs and wants me, a feeling that gives more meaning to life.

Being in Potsdam frankly is a comfort, I can feel the completeness of a family, not just a woman who grows up with various schedules of tasks to be done, like there is a breath of life that keeps me excited, even though I have to stay at home all the time, never once feeling bored. During the day when George rests I start my job monitoring the company in Jakarta, occasionally do video calls with mom and Nathan in Vienna, and don't forget to text each other with the WhatsApp group with my best friends.

I was also one of Mama Maloree's favorite children, probably because of all my devotion to George. All my needs were always well catered for, and it was not uncommon for her to invite designers to make me the few pieces of clothing we needed, or to bring me a catalog of clothes and accessories for me to choose from. I was treated no differently as a child. I also got the same physical therapy services for the routine maintenance treatments that he gets.

The dining room is an important center for us to always be close to each other. I always try to be on time for breakfast, lunch or dinner, even during times of fasting. Sitting together at one dinner table is a rule that was never written down but obeyed.

"You never told me about your girlfriend. Where have they been, why are you never seen to visit you?" I said opening a question. "I've had several dates before, but never wanted to commit, sometimes I have to hide from them." He said with a laugh. Slowly one by one George's memory began to come back, every day I asked questions about the extent of the ability to remember events in the past. "Isn't there one of them who can make you smile and feel alive?" I said again with a teasing look and a little laugh.

"No, they are too aggressive and too demanding too. I will only be close if I need them," said George, sitting in a chair at the table. "You're 32 years old, you should immediately think of a serious relationship," I said again. "Unfortunately, I only think of you," he said, closing his eyes, and taking my hand.

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