I suddenly realized that it was all a dream. I woke up to a cup of coffee in front of my face. Wait. Aren't I supposed to be in the self-service laundry? Why am I here? In a café? Where's Corbyn? Where's that old lady?
I walked out of the café and look up on the café's signboard.
'Cozy Café' that's all was written on the board. I think, I've heard this name though. Isn't it the café that I used to hangout with my workmates back then? How the heck it appears back?? Like when and why and where?? WTH? Wait. I'm in confusion.
I walk inside the café and ask the barista "May I know what year is it?"
"it's 2019 miss." He said and smiled at me.
"it's 2..2019??" I asked back full of confusions. I'm freaking baffled right now!
"yes miss. May 22nd, 2019" Woah. Oh my gosh. Am I dreaming right now??
I walk back to the table that I've waken up there. I- I don't know what to do. Where's that old lady? She's not kidding me though.
Wait. May 22nd, 2019. The day that we met. Me and Corbyn. Our first encounter.
I just sit here and sip my coffee.
"HAHAHAHA" I hear laughter. The familiar one.
I turn my head to my right side and see a group of women and guess what, I see the exact same face as me. She's absolutely a clone of me. Woah. What the heck is happening? Time travel is a real thing? That old lady is a psychic?
That woman was the old me. She was wearing a black blazer with a lilac shirt underneath, pair of sleek black pants. A pair of glossy white stiletto really gives her look pop. She tied her gorgeous hair into a high ponytail. She had a really long beautiful hair. That was me. I want my hair back. I miss the old beautiful me. I'm kinda tearing up watching my old self from here. She's much happier and stronger.
Wait. Aren't Corbyn supposed to come in right away in 5,4,3,2-1.
A handsome guy with black blazer and pants just came in. He looked much younger than he is right now. He was so cute. Awww. He walked straight to the counter to order his stuff. The old Christina and her workmates started to get up and walk out of the café.
The young Corbyn grabbed his drink and take a seat at the exact same spot my old self was sitting. Oh my gosh. I totally forgot that I left my purse and the work file on that table. The young Corbyn took my stuff and quickly look for the young Christina.
I tip toe to look what happen next. It such a good memory to remember.
"Wait! Miss. Miss in the ponytail!" The Young Corbyn called The young me.
The young me turned her head on that voice. Corbyn galloped to Christina and handed her the purse and the work file.
"Oh my gosh. Thank you so much. I would have gone my work by now. Thank you sososo much. I owe you. Thanks sir." Christina thanked him as she took the purse and work file.
"It's not a big deal" Corbyn said and smiled. He's about to turn his heel back to the café but then Christina called.
"Sir. Wait! Are you free tomorrow? Maybe I could treat you for the lunch?" She asked.
"No. It's not a big deal miss. You shouldn't have." Corbyn declined.
"I owe you sir. Do you know Gino's Italian Restaurant?" Christina asked.
"Yes. To be honest, it's near by my office."
"Okay great. We meet there tomorrow, lunch time. Thanks!" Christina ended the conversation.
What a time. Oh my gosh! I awfully forget my mission though. I need to make the old me don't even know Corbyn. I need to fine that old lady and go back to present.
I walk down the street and see an old lady is gardening. She seems like that psychic lady.
"Excuse me ma'am." I said and the lady looks at me.
"Oh Christina. How it goes?" Yes. This must be her.
"Great. I saw the old me, Corbyn and everything. Can I go back to the present life?" I asked. Within a minute, she took some dry leaves.
"Go burn these leaves." she bossed.
"Okay.." I replied and take the dry leaves. I burn all of them.
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"Hey. Wake up honey. Let's get home. We've done with the laundry." The familiar voice wake me up. There he is. My lovely husband. I smiled at him.
"Hey. Want a piggyback ride?" Corbyn asked.
"No, I'm heav-" I got cut off by him tucked me on his back and piggybacking me.
"Hey! Bring me down!" I scream softly and giggle. So do him. He put me down. We both giggle and started to take out clothes in the dryer. We put them back in the laundry bag and bring it to our car.
Corbyn drives us home. We get out of the car and bring the clean clothes in our house. I get upstairs and take a shower. I change into something comfort to wear which is a gray sweatshirt and a pair of sweatpants. I sit on our bed, then collapse. I'm staring at the ceiling right now. Those thoughts are running through my mind.
Was all happened just a dream? Should I change the past to bring the better future for him?
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