“Dad?”
The aged man looked at Myra weakly. Slumped in a wheelchair, her father looked the oldest he had ever been in the last decade. No words came from his mouth, no matter how hard he tried.
Myra didn’t remember the last time she had seen him face to face. Because of living in different areas, she would often send him text messages to remind him to take his vitamins and prescriptions, but most of the time, Alfred sent instructions through his right-hand man, Will. She now wondered if he had been sick. At her father’s orders, Will had a close eye on her movements.
Then it all stopped.
Myra had suspected nothing when she went to Bali. She thought it was the effect Sierra’s mother had on her father and Sierra, the younger daughter herself. Sh
Two Hours Ago, Lightfall ParkHart closed his eyes and took a deep breath as he listened to the leaves rustling beneath his feet.“Are you thinking of someone else?”Hearing her voice, Hart opened his eyes and took in the sight before him. She sounded exactly like Milla, only sweeter. Her name was Waley, and she was an executive like him. When he had to leave abruptly that day for an urgent meeting, it was to discuss the cooperation between his uncle’s company and the company where Waley worked.Since the face-to-face meeting with Jake, his relationship with Myra had taken a toll. But meeting Waley officially not long after seeing her on the road made him think twice about their relationship. No matter what, he didn’t think he could defeat Jake Yu.Jake was young and capable, but it was his young age and the part that he was her childhood love that made him feel so negative about himself. Looking back at the da
When she woke up again from her afternoon nap, a beautiful pink dress lay on the bed waiting for her. She didn’t know when Jake had left the room, but as the space next to her was still warm, she assumed he hadn’t left for long. She refrained from smiling as she thought of how Jake had held her while she was just in her undergarments, while they were in bed. Just a hug; she reassured herself. But no, she knew it was wrong. By lying with a man in bed, it was already cheating. How could she resolve it with Hart? One day, such things were due to come to light. Even then, two months of feelings were difficult for her to put down in an instant. She’ll get to it when it happens. There was a Chinese idiom, “when the boat gets to the bridge-head, it will naturally go straight.” Everything would be fine. Somehow, a deep feeling nestled inside her, telling her she was wrong. Jake and his father sat at the dinner table, as if waiting for her presen
Something in Myra told her she had been here before, but she couldn’t remember when. Jake’s face was stoic, making her realise how much he resembled his father now. Accepting the hand offered to her, she ducked under his jacket. He used his jacket to cover their heads in the absence of an umbrella.“Forgot the umbrella.” His voice was low, full of emptiness and a lack of emotion. It didn’t hide the fact that he was in such a low mood.Jake never brought an umbrella with him. He never thought it was necessary, since it was always him all alone.“It’s not an issue for me,” she stated bluntly. They seemed like college sweethearts as they both ran in the rain, merely covered under his thick jacket as a canopy. It took away the tenseness in the atmosphere between them, making Myra chuckle as she ran with him, holding hands like children.At the gate, Jake stopped to retrieve the keys from his pocket before
Myra eagerly counted the days that she hadn’t heard from either Jake or Hart. Of course, life went on as normal, but she couldn’t hide her exasperation.That night, she had rejected Jake’s feelings because of her guilt for Hart. And Hart had gone missing for three weeks now. What in the world was going on? Sierra had even joked that she had lost two men in a night, but she had never felt more confused.She just wanted to speak to Hart about the betrothal and have them come to a consensus before she could tell Jake her conclusion. Either way, it wasn’t going to be pretty. She needed the help from Jake’s family to escape falling into poverty, but she wasn’t ready to let go of Hart just yet. She had grown used to him being around and helping about the house. And he had used the ‘love’ word on her. Her guilt was so ov
The first thing Myra realised when she woke up the next morning was how her head throbbed. It was the first time she had thrown up after a few glasses. She normally had a good tolerance for alcohol. Maybe she hadn’t been sleeping well these days because of guilt, so she reassured herself.It was a mystery how she had even got home. Would the badass Lionel even give in and give her a lift home? That was hardly possible. He didn’t know where she lived. Or had it been Lillian? She scratched her head, sorting her dishevelled mound of hair. She had to be an emotional mess right now in the mirror.She had changed clothes, even if she had no memory of doing so. Probably one of the girls had helped her.Did she create a ruckus last night at the party? Had she got drunk easily and fled the scene, she
Three Hours LaterThe sound of squeaking metal woke Myra, giving her some time to view the unfamiliar surroundings around her. White walls, a patient bed.She was in the hospital. What had just happened?An elderly uniformed nurse with her long hair in a bun wheeled a trolley with covered plates of food into the room, greeting her with a polite smile. Her name tag glinted as she spoke, taking Myra away from her thoughts.“Miss, we are serving lunch now. Do you prefer chicken or fish?She observed the nurse briefly while on the verge of pouting. She didn’t fancy either, being the picky person she was. But while being a patient, she had little choice.
She was somewhat relieved that the caller was Hart, and immediately answered.“Baby, are you fine?”“Yeah, I have just seen the doctor.” She tried to sound as natural as she could. She didn’t need Hart to worry about her unnecessarily.“I won’t be able to see you tonight. I have a proposal that needs to be submitted first thing Monday morning. And tonight, I have a meeting with-”He didn’t complete his sentence, but Myra felt strongly that Hart was keeping things from her. Something he had promised her not to in the past. But she couldn’t blame him, after how she had kissed Jake behind his back. She also knew that his job was extremely important to him.&
“What time is it now?”She was half-awake, listening to the depth of his voice. He had stayed with her for hours, while Hart was nowhere to be seen. She understood he was busy as he had spoken over the phone, but it made her rethink his promises.There was a more important issue she kept in check. She had to tell him the truth of her decision of political marriage as soon as possible. But how would Hart react knowing his girlfriend would marry someone else? But how could she get it off her chest?Jake repeated his question.She picked up her cellphone. Apparently Jake’s cellphone had run out of juice, and it didn’t share the same charger with Myra’s cellphone, which was an older model. It didn’t surprise Myra that the screen show
Myra saw Jake hesitate.It was now or never. She had to have answers to her doubts about the marriage with Jake. If she and Jake didn’t have that chemistry together, that proved one thing: she wasn’t truly in love with Jake.Even when she owned those memories of cheating on Hart with Jake, and she knew she loved him at one point.But those three years that she had lost; had she loved him?She only wished that she had written down the memories somewhere, like a diary of some sorts, to ascertain her feelings for him during those three years.She saw Jake come near. That’s right, she said in her mind. Come closer. I just want to feel if we have that chemistry between us.
“Hart, is that really you?”Her eyes widened with terror as she came close to the stranger whom she believed to be who she was waiting for so long. Please, she begged, let this be true. Let this stranger be Hart. She didn’t know what to expect, after having lost three years of memories.She just needed answers. And Hart was the one who held the key to her finding out what she needed to know.The stranger continued flicking on the lighter but to no avail as the cigarette wasn’t lighting up. She stopped just in front of him, trying to find out for herself if he was indeed the man she was waiting for.Jake mentioned Hart had left her for three long years. In her memories, she and Hart had been intimate. He couldn’t have lied to her. Why would h
Love?Myra remembered how she had rejected Jake the night at the old house, but she couldn’t absorb how he readily told her that he loved her. It was like she was dreaming. How was it possible he was in love with her?Especially with the missing three years from her memory, it made her question what was the truth. Putting one and one together, yes, they were married, but there were just too many puzzle pieces that confused her.Jake stopped the car just outside a serene-looking park. She didn’t recollect anything in her mind about this place, though the ambience stole her attention. J&M Park. Jake and Myra. A cheesy enough name indeed. So, Jake owned this place, she thought.She walked with him to the swings. It had been a long time since she rememb
Myra sat silently watching her father in his paralysed state while a middle-aged maid patiently fed him his lunch. Hours had passed since Jake had spoken to her, but she was still unable to accept the fact that it was three years past.Her father had aged quickly, but at least, his face looked a lot more peaceful than before. She wondered what had happened during this time. Had he suffered? Was she a dutiful daughter?The more she tried to rack her brains, the more her mind appeared a total blank.“Myra?” Jake’s deep voice surprised her, waking her from her thoughts. The maid greeted him before resuming feeding the aged man.“Uh…”“Let’s go for a walk,” he ges
To wake up again in a white-walled ‘prison’ was the worst thing to ever happen to Myra, for the second time. Rubbing her eyes, she surveyed the surroundings.There were white walls, but a second glance told her she wasn’t in the hospital. She searched her mind for what she remembered last. But all she recalled was falling down the stairs in her father’s mansion before she collapsed. She and Sierra had gone home for a bit to spend the night there, and in the morning, the accident happened.She touched her flat tummy and contemplated if her pregnancy was affected. If the fall had been so nasty, the life of her unborn child, despite still being a fetus, would be at stake. She crossed her fingers and prayed silently.A tap on the door ensued. She quickly answered for the person to come in.
Two weeks laterMyra sauntered past the corridors of her university, walking past the noisy crowds. As usual, Lionel didn’t bother to look at her and neither did his goons. It was like she had offended them, but there was just too much on her mind for her to bother about them.Time had passed so quickly since the fight between Hart and Jake, but fortunately, Hart’s job was not at stake. Instead, he told her that Jake had delegated Mrs Hoo to take over the collaboration, as if nothing had happened. Neither had he taken any action against Hart for his physical injuries.From that day onwards, Jake never appeared in the university ever again. While it was a relief for Myra, a question remained unanswered. Why was she feeling empty that Jake was no longer in contact with her? Even when Hart made love to her every night, an unsettled feeling lingered deep inside her.[No, stop it. Hart is who you need to be with.]She told herself calm
“Hart!”Myra frantically attempted to separate the two, but they continued on fighting. Obviously, Hart had the lead, but Jake simply refused to admit defeat.“Stop it, both of you!” she shouted, but none of them listened. The two men had their fists on each other, unwilling to stop.She glanced around them as Yuna calmly combed her hair with her fingers, standing casually while observing her own mirror image with her selfie camera. Obviously, Yuna didn’t give a damn about Jake right now, in contrast to how rumours spoke of her to be very clingy to Jake. Probably fame could change a person, Myra reckoned.As they were in a secluded area on the thirteenth floor, the fight didn’t draw any commotion. For a CEO to be fighting with a man he worked with, furthermore over a woman, didn’t seem at all very gracious. Somehow, she needed to put an end to this, but what could she do? Shouting and attempting to pull them aside
“Myra?”A tinge of guilt occupied his heart as he recognised the perfect figure of his girlfriend as she sat gracefully at the sofa. She was wearing a peach dress and in her hands lay a magazine. It was probably the first time Hart had ever seen his girlfriend so engrossed in reading.She hadn’t heard him so he called her name a second time, louder this time. Myra almost jumped, amusing him.“Why didn’t you call me?” He gently placed a hand on her lap. Myra shivered at his touch.“You left your cell phone at home. I came to return it to you,” she spoke innocently.“Since you’re here, would you like to join me for an early lunch?”“Er, I… Am I bothering you?”“I’m not busy today. Come, let’s go,” He tugged on her hand, taking her out of the premises as he saw Mrs Hoo heading their way. Myra quickly replaced the magazine on the t
“Hart, can we talk?”They had just had a sumptuous dinner cooked by Sierra. Hart found that Myra’s mental condition was a lot better than the night before. He glanced at her soft eyes, pondering if everything could return to how it was before.If only he could hit the reboot button on the computer and they could return to those times in Bali, where it was just the two of them….No Jake. No Waley. Just the two of them, running….He had to do what he could to forget about Waley. No matter what happened between them, he had promised Myra first. His late mother had often taught him Chinese idioms, and one was, ‘a man’s word is equivalent to great treasure’. This was an idiom that existed for hundreds, if not thousands, of years, and his mother had hoped any promise from him would be absolute.What was between Waley and he had to be just an obsession. If she didn’t resemble Milla, then maybe he wou