I Read The Unknown Diary

2-Flashback

I got ready in a dark blue full sleeves sheath dress, which reached till my knees. I took my black office bag and walked out of my home.

It was 10AM and I had to be at my office by 11AM. So I had a lot of time. Hence, I decided to search for the Diary owner.

My apartment has a basement and 3 floors. Each floor had 2 flats. I stay on the 3rd floor and opposite to my flat was Mr.Sanders' flat, who was the owner and builder of this apartment.

After a few seconds of knocking on his door, I was greeted by Mr.Sanders.

"Mr.Sanders, may I know who stayed in my flat previously?" I asked.

"Wellllll, why do....you need-" Mr.Sanders stopped as he coughed. Unfortunately, he was a sixty year old man who was diagnosed with tuberculosis. He lived with his wife whereas his children stayed in Chicago.

His wife insisted me always call her if there was any problem because if Mr.Sanders talked, it only worsened his situation.

"- my dear?" He finished after a long session of coughing.

"Um...." I tried to think a simple yet not complicating answer, "They left a few belongings. I would like to return them back."

"I don't know that man's current address. But...I think...I have his number...Daisyyyyyy!" Daisy is his wife, "Bring Mr.Hanson's phone number." Mr.Sanders spoke.

I felt terrible to disturb him and make him speak. It's usually Mrs.Sanders who speaks for any query but I didn't expect Mr.Sanders to show up.

Few minutes later, he gave me a paper with a number on it.

"George Hanson, a 37 year old single man." Mr.Sanders took a deep breath and then continued, "H-He was very silent man. Spoke very less .....Anyways, here, take his number." Mr.Sanders coughed again.

I tried to back away but I felt it would hurt him. So I stood there still, wishing that his cough particles wouldn't stick to me.

"Thank you so much. I'll leave." I hurried as it already took 15 minutes in getting the number.

Now finding Mr.Hason will take some more time.

I walked to the main road in a hope of finding a cab or a bus to my office.

That was when I spotted something I didn't want to see from years.

A WHITE KIA FORTE LX AUTO CAR.

Only the number plate was different. I've been touchy and clinging onto it. As I've always been. I've never forgotten it. It seemed like a bad omen to me. And my life. It reminded me of the dark day in my life....

3 years back,

"Come on, get ready. Aren't you coming ?????" Mom asked shocked.

"Momma, no! I'm not coming to some stranger's marriage." I argued, "I just can't stand their nuisance! By the way, I have a lot of assignments to complete..." I said as I switched on the TV.

"First of all, it's not some stranger's marriage." Mom scowled as she wore her heels, "It's your dad's colleague's cousin's daughter marriage. Second of all, if you had a lot of work to do, who said you to hang out with Liz until now?! And last and final point. Off.The.TV. You itself said you have assignments. So go do them!"