THE LOST MEMORY

CHAPTER 4

Chaos greeted her when she reached home. It was a letter from Doctor Justin Copperwood. Dr. Justin completed University one year before Carla. He was the most influential person in her life. He completed his "Doctor of Psychology"degree last summer. Carla was excited and she ripped the envelope clumsily.

The letter read:
     "Hi Carla Venn. I hope you remember your dearest friend,Justin. I hope your doing well in life. Its been an year since we met up. I'm already done with my college stuff so I think this is the best time for us to meet up. Call me-0774231690. I hope you like it. Bye".

With love,
Justin

Carla was thrilled and enticed and her mouth dropped open. Alot of loving and past memories drained to her mind and she thought this was the best time to meet him ,"through
all these struggles". She quickly grabbed her phone from her pocket and dialed the number. The line rang. A quick voice message read
  "Busy In a meeting. Contact later".
Carla's impression fell abit. After a couple of minutes,she rushed downstairs to phone him again. This time the phone rang beepily. Carla's heart beated wildly and ambivalently.

"Hello,who's speaking?",spoke a young,low voice.

"Hey I hope this is Justin. I'm Carla",mumbled Carla shakily.

"Oh,yeah its me. It's nice to hear from you Carla. I'm anticipating to see you".

"Well yeah ofcourse. It's been nearly two years no talk. We can have a date".

"I would like us to gather in Gulf restaurant at Hunfington Beach. I knew you love that",said Justin.

"Hell yeah, I love it! I'm the first",yelled Carla excitedly.

"Ok then bye. I gotta see you on Wednesday evening. Take care. I've got alot to tell you".

"Bye. I have alot of things to- say-too", replied Carla with a pause.

The door bells rang. A white car entered. The wheels threshed against the muddy grass. The door to the main hall opened hardly. A rough,, broad shoulder man entered creepily. The little girl was alone;isolated and bewailed. She wheeped and wheeped,huddled within the bedsheets and pillows in the empty darkness that scares her even more.

Carla opened her eyes with gasp. For a moment or so,she was trenched in that wordless world when she finally realised it was 'Wednesday morning'. She jumped out of the bed and hurried into the kitchen. She didn't feel happy nor sad;feelingless but spontaneous. She hardly dreamed on how to speak to Justin orelse she'll feel like a bird who has lost its wings. The kettle screeched for it has done its job. She poured a cup of tea and sat near the window. The air was cool,pure,rather 'refreshing'. Carla couldn't stop inhaling;the air ran vigorously along her nostrils like a vacuum. She snorted. The dew drops glistened more sharper by the strong reflection of the blazing morning sun. The hot tea darely soothed her.

"Did you get his RBC,FBC Check-up?",shouted Dave.

"Yes yes. Please get me 'A-36 microscope',this body seems to have slight scars over his wrist", yelled Rose.

Ritz was handling the latest issue of thirty-year old man who met with a severe road accident. He was cautiousely examining the Full Blood Sample. He leaned over to the microscope surveillancely and wrote down the issues. Dave sat on a chair near the dilapidated door peacefully and phoned Carla. The phone rang.

Carla was relived when her phone beeped. It is 'Dave',she whisphered. She answered.

"Hello,Good morning Madame", said Dave merrily.

"Goodmorning Dave. How's it going?".

"Everything is fine. Aren't you going to be here today?",asked Dave.

"Oh no sorry . I've got to be busy today. I promise I'll hang onto you'll tomorrow",spoke Carla.

"Its very fine,no worries. We are ongoing with DNA check-ups and it'll be fine".

"Dave!,How many times do I have to tell you to bring a microscope?",yelled Rose arrogantly.

Carla heard her yell and she giggled. "Bye Dave. Take Care".

Without a response the line ended.