Crimson Lights

Samar Has Her Say

The revelation from Patrick was something neither of them expected. Dazed, they simply 'floated' upstairs, making their way into Samar's room quietly.

"Samar ..." Anna called her name, snapping her out of her thoughts.

Glancing over, she raised her brows at Anna, asking Anna to continue her sentence. When Anna asked if she could be with her a little longer, Samar knew Anna wanted to talk to her about what Patrick had just informed them.

"Why did you get angry at Patrick?"

That definitely wasn't a question she expected.

"Well, I was angry because he had the cheek to ask you to spend the night with him. You aren't a prostitute!"

"How do you know he wanted to spend the night with me? He just said he wanted me as a reward."

"Trust me, Anna; when a man says he wants you, it could only mean one thing."

"Alright, let's say that he intends to bed me. Why did you reject it without asking me? After all, he asked for me – why did you offer yourself up instead?"

Where was she going with all of this?

"I beg your pardon; I didn't know you were interested in him. I'm sure he's still around – I can go and find him and tell him that you want to repay him for his favour."

"That doesn't answer my question."

"How the hell do I know?" she exploded. "All I know was that you looked like someone had stabbed you or drain the blood off from you; I just wanted to get you away from him."

"Why do you always contradict yourself? Couldn't you just answer me truthfully when I had asked? Why do we go through this dance all the time?" Sighing, she dropped herself onto Samar's bed. "Is it difficult to be truthful, even to me?"

"You're a paradox; you scare me sometimes."

Anna laughed at Samar's admission.

"Well, I'm scared now. I don't know what to think of what Patrick had just told me. A part of me feels like nothing has changed; I still don't have my memory despite now knowing about my background and the existence of my family. At the same time, the knowledge that I had just received is quite ugly; I don't feel relieved knowing about it, and at the same time, I can't feign ignorance now that I know about it."

"You're taking in too much at the moment. Sleep on it; just as Madam said, morning will come, and with it a fresher mind. You'll be able to come up with something then."

"What do you think I should do? Or better yet, what would you do if you were in my position?"

"Well..." Samar had already asked herself the same question over and over again when they were making their way back to their room moments ago. "I'd most probably leave. I'm not a prostitute, and well, the only reason I'm here was because I had no recollection of my memory nor did I had anywhere else to go. Now that I know that I had a place and family to return to, I would – despite not having my memory still. Staying here would be redundant for I no longer have a reason to do so."

"What if I had a reason to stay?"

"I don't think you should. To be completely honest with you, staying here would not help in any way – especially not in the way you think it would."

Samar cursed herself when she saw Anna's tears welling up.

"Don't do that!" she exclaimed. "Honestly Anna, it feels like you simply do things as you please without thinking. Have you ever thought about what would happen if you continue living here? You're gonna be a maid for as long as I work here?" She smirked sarcastically when Anna nodded her head. "So you don't mind the fact that I sleep with men for money; that I would roll out from our bed into theirs and vice versa?"