Inside An Amnesia Patient's Mind

IV. Over Movie

I can see the magnificent work-of-art before my eyes.

"Is this MY house?!" And it really did surprise me.

"Yeah. It's two years in the making."

Woah. It's very exquisite. I never thought I can own this house. Well, the fact that I'm a CEO is acceptable but I never thought...

"Close your mouth, dude." And with that, she laughs at me.

"Well, I just thought that I live in a condo unit or in a one-story house?"

"Oh, come on! Just get inside, will you? Stop drooling at your own house. It gives me creeps." as she shudders in effect.

"Okay, I'll just get my things." I got the bag in the back seat.

"Is it okay to leave the car outside?" I ask her before entering the main door that she opened.

"This place is secure. No need to worry."

"Okay."

"Your room is upstairs, the last room. Mine is the first one. I'll just prepare something in the kitchen. Just call me when you need me"

"Okay"

I went upstairs. My room.

A room with grayish-painted walls, having a minimal design. A single queen-sized bed covered with silver linen as a bedsheet and black blanket. Four huge pillows and two smaller ones covered with a lighter shade of blue. The only furniture I see is two side tables both having a lampshade on top of it and a small couch.

I was expecting my portrait hanging on the wall but to my dismay, I only saw one painting above my bed. No more, no less.

I lay on the bed trying to recall the memories I had inside the four corners of this room but nothing came. The emptiness I felt is somewhat similar to my room. I'm all alone in this big bed with nothing good to remember. Maybe I should stop thinking about my past memories.

If it will never come back, then I have to create something new.

"Hey." A knock was heard from the door.

"Yeah?"

"Will you join me for breakfast?"

"Sure. I'll go down in a minute." The temperature is rising so I took off my black hoodie.

"Maybe, I should change my pants too." So I grab a khaki short in my bag and change. Now, I'm feeling fresh and hungry.

***

"Yes, baby? Are you doing fine?"

"I'm gonna visit you soon. Don't worry."

"I miss you too, honey."

"Sure. I'll bring your favorite next time, okay?"

"Bye, I love you."

Those are the words I heard before I decided to show my presence.

"Hey, how long have you been standing there?" She asked as she recognized my presence, but her eyes didn't meet mine. Is she hiding something?

"Just now. What are you cooking? It smells delicious." I asked trying to be friendly. If we're gonna live here together, might as well get to know her right?

"How long have we've been in this set- up?" that question made her stiffened.

"W-what? Set-up?" now I got your full attention.

"How long have you been here? And how long will you stay?" Did I sound rude? God, I'm just asking. It has to be a friendly approach.

"I-I mean. I'm quite comfortable with your presence now, may I know how long have me meet? And how long will you stay for me to be ready if ever you'll gonna move out?" Especially when you marry that someone over the phone. I didn't voice the last sentence my mind suddenly thinks of.