A Four-Letter-Word Called LOVE (COMPLETE - ENG Translation On-Going)

Act Fifty-Two

Markus:

"Anyways, I need to go. I have a meeting with our wedding planner tonight regarding the reception. You could look after her if you want, Chris. Besides, you're Mhari's WEE BROTHER after all."

I smirk at Chris viciously in purpose just to annoyed him, which I did by the look on his face especially the fury in his eyes. My feet hastily saunter away from him. I could feel the hatred and anger that Chris feels through his gaze, although I couldn't see it. Yes, I've managed to put him on his own place and his feelings down now that Mhari couldn't remember a thing or two about their relationship and the love she feels for him...

...I could perfectly say that I've won the battle against Chris, that I've reclaimed what's mine in the first place before he entered the picture.

But as soon as I've managed to put a brave, miffling face just to make him feel the utmost wrath against me, I couldn't deny the fact that this situation regarding Mhari's sudden shift of her memory is just temporary;

There's a huge possibility that her memory might switch again as what the GP have told us, totally and utterly breaking and crushing the love and dreams that I've built with her inside our five-long-year relationship.

I switch my car's engine on, turning my shift gear and my steering wheel; making a swift yet prudent exit from the hospital's yard. Lots of things are now boggling and rumbling inside my mind while I'm on the motorway en route to our house. I've just realized that there's so much already happened since I came all the way from Chicago just to surprise Mhari...

...from the day of her Suprise Party to the most painful, grieving part when she finally called our engagement off.

I couldn't deny the fact that it still hurts me when she broke up with me after all these years. It's so painful for me to think the fact that my plan of bringing the last piece of her memory with the help of Chris could lead into something much worst I couldn't even imagine how worst it would be. I've never thought that bringing Chris and Mhari closer will ended up breaking and crashing my one and only dream of marrying the only girl I love and loving in just a snap.

I parked my car in our driveway, sauntering through the door and unlock it afterwards. The sweet, effervescent memories of me and Mhari suddenly daunts me as soon as I enter the living room. Her intoxicating laugh, her infectious giggles, her mesmerizing smile especially the way how her brown eyes gazes at me every time we're having a lazy day cuddling and snuggling on the couch...

...all those and more are constantly daunting me, turning my utmost pain I'm feeling into a revengeful nightmare.

I quickly dismiss the agonizing truth which still haunts me, feeling that my feet are now gradually moving towards the storage room next to the kitchen. My eyes quickly gazes around, seeing lots of boxes and stuffs which are piled up from one corner to another. I'm still gazing around when my gaze suddenly pauses on a particular box right next to the old drawer. I saunter near the said thing, genially grabbing this certain yet important thing for me inside then takes it out. It's been a very long time since I held this thing in my hand. I warily took it out from the case, as well as its bow; gently placing my chin on the chinrest. My hand holding the bow playfully starts to glide against the strings, trying to check if it's still in tune. After a bit of gliding and tuning, I finally started playing a certain classical music I used to play before my Dad persuaded me to focus on my studies instead of "wasting" my time pursuing my real dream.