Its freezing outside. I stared out from the window behind my seat, watching as cars trying to surpass each other. Each people in hurry, either late for work, school and such or just driving as fast as they can on the road.
Bored, i plugged in my earphone and start playing my ipod in shuffle.
If it means a lot to you - A day to remember.
Great. It just have to be this song.
Not long after, I see the white and green building start being noticeable from behind several trees. Then, the bus that i was in stopped.
I jump out from there. Immediately after, i put my hand inside my dark brown knee length coat pockets.
"Hatchoo!"
I sniffle my nose with my finger. Geez, inside my coat i already wore a dark indigo sweater. Why the hell this morning is this cold? And why the hell, on a cold sunday morning i am outside instead of snuggle under my blanket?
My parents. Of course.
I walk faster on the brick road, and push the door as soon after. Inside would definitely warmer. At least better than here.
I open the door and soon, my nose caught the smell of antiseptic. 'Very hospital.' I thought bitterly. I walk towards the receptionist. Standing behind a pregnant woman and her husband.
Now my ipod is playing Painting flowers. Why the shuffle just keep playing songs that reminds me of her? i ask to myself. Well maybe because this playlist you choose to shuffle is meant for her stupid. I told myself.
"Miss?"
Then i suddenly notice that the couple left already. And the lady in receptionist desk, Annie, is calling for me to step forward.
I unplug my right earphone, scrolling through my phone screen, then i found the thing i looked for.
"Where can i find dr. Irena Wyatt?"
She-Annie smiled, and say, "go straight, on your right you'll find playground. Then turn there, at the end of the line you'll find her room."
I nodded and mumbled some 'thank you', plug in my right earphone again, then follow her instruction.
Just as she said, i found a room that's kind of isolated from the hall. It has dark mahogany door, and a name plate that says, 'dr. Irena Wyatt'. Near by, there's a desk and a nurse who's typing and talking on the phone.
She noticed my presence and mouth the word 'sit' while pointing rows of chairs in front of the desk with her pen. Then, she back on her job.
Seriously? This ipod is full of songs that just keep reminding me of her. This time, danny o'donoghue yelled millionaire in my ears.
Then, in the middle of danny's voice and me scrolling down my instagram, i noticed feet that's covered by black satin flat shoes standing in front of me.
I look upwards, didn't care that my perhaps from my earphone she could hear music blast on.
The lady in black satin flat shoes, who also wear long sleeve white chiffon blouse and beige pants smile at me. She's signalling for me to take off my earphone. Lazily, i do as she told me to.
"Hello! I'm Irena. You must be Camilla, right?" her voice is a bit too happy to my liking, but i still shake her hand anyway.
"Come on. Let's go in, its warmer there."
Swearing to myself i wouldn't spill a word to this woman, i follow her footsteps.
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