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
“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
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.
No matter what, she wouldn’t go back to that party, she decided. Be strong, Myra, she told herself, compelling herself to take a few steps forward.It was the sixth of September and marked the seventh day she was on the island of Bali. She had spent six days with Jake, the man she had fawned after since her teenage years, well, basically when she learned to like someone. Their parents had been drinking partners and old friends. Then one day, Jake went overseas for his studies and she and her father had moved to another city 1,000 miles away.They had reunited after five years of not seeing each other through a plan carefully carried out by her stepsister to be, Sierra. After hooking up with Jake unexpectedly, six days and seven nights of bliss turned into the worse nightmare for Myra.One hour ago
Hart attempted to focus on the road, ignoring the swelling feeling in his pants. She was arousing him just by being herself and he couldn’t hold back. Shifting the gear in place, he raged all the way to his secret nest, a place even his father didn’t know of.The house was a secret location that only he and Milla knew. Following her death three years ago, he had fallen into deep misery. Tonight had been her death anniversary, and he had visited her grave that afternoon. One year ago on the same night, he had decided that was time that he let her go. But the house would always remain, to preserve the sweetest memories they had spent together.To his surprise, he had chanced upon a person so similar to her.Myra alighted cautiously, taking a step at a time as she followed Hart into the vacant house,
Back at the Hotel Top One, Sierra and the others were in a serious dilemma.The girl with auburn hair pointed towards Jake. “You… You’re the cause of it,” she shrieked. “How can I answer to Uncle Fred now?”Jake looked at Sierra and then at the scantily-dressed girl beside him, unable to utter a word. Sierra continued to address her blame on Jake.“We came here because Myra wanted to see you! How could you betray her for…” she turned towards the girl beside Jake. “For that witch!”Yuna hissed at Sierra. “Say that again, and you’ll regret it!”Unknown to them, Yuna Kim was a renowned Korean actress in China where Jake had been living for the
Myra was astounded by the eccentric old lady who was standing before them with a basket of fruits.“Bibik Ina,” Hart pronounced, approaching the elderly woman slowly. Myra observed the guilt written over his face.Right, the name the old lady had called was Milla, not Myra… she vaguely remembered that Hart had even called her Milla unconsciously.“You have aged,” Hart said in a foreign language. He sounded more solemn than ever, his eyes looking downcast. Myra assumed this old lady was someone he knew, watching them slowly while maintaining her distance. The old woman was still staring at her as they spoke.After a few exchanges of sentences, Ina gradually appeared more agitated. Myra noticed how Hart attempted to console her, offering her
She took a deep breath and listened to the sound of the sea to calm her feelings.“Myra, you just got to know him… you don’t know his background or who he actually is, he’s a local from an island you went to for your vacation. He could be after something else…”“You don’t want to be a replacement for someone of his past, do you?”“And you just got betrayed by Jake… are you out of your mind for accepting someone else so quickly?”“When your social visit pass expires, you have to leave anyway…”Her inner voices were screaming inside her. She bit hard on her lips and turned to face him as he released her from his warm hug.
Her heart fluttered as their eyes met and locked in on each other. It had reminded her so much of all those dramas she had watched on TV, yet it was so distinct when it happened to her in actuality.“Are you okay, Myra? Your face is very red.”She hurriedly brushed the sand from her face. “I’m fine, really. I’m just a little hot.”“Ah. The tropical weather here may be a bit hot for you.” He assisted her to sit up, taking extreme care of her. “I reckon the weather in your country is tolerable? Since there are, after all, four seasons.”She stood slowly, shaking the sand off her sundress. “And I assume you haven’t seen actual snow?”He looked at her s
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