Will You Unmarry Me?

"You've got to be kidding me, Sydney! What the hell are you doing here?!"

My eyes widened in shock when Auntie Trinidad just yelled at me using her extremely angry voice, causing me step back. Shaking my head in confusion, I wiped my tears away, and my heart clenched even more the moment my mother, my own mother, just looked at with disgust.

"Mom--" I begged, my heart aching drastically.

"Don't call me mom. You are not my daughter, and you will not always be! Remember that!"

"No..." My voice broke in tension. Some people became curious that they had the audacity to gossip, making me feel embarrassed. I was sure I looked like a completely insane woman right now because of my crying face, but walking off or surrending never crossed in my mind. I needed to face this. I needed to meet him.

"Just a second, Auntie," I murmured using my uncontrolled voice. Although I always wished to call her 'mom', I didn't have any choice but to call her 'auntie' because that's what she wanted to happen.

She wished to see me suffer despite the fact I had been doing my best in my entire life. Hence, I could not see any reason for her to hate me like this. It really seemed like to loath me to the core and break my heart were so easy for her.

"I want to talk with my husband. I have the right to ask about his condition!" I shouted, still feeling shaken deep inside. I was the witness how weak I was before, but now I wanted to do everything -- even if it meant arguing with my mother -- just to make sure my husband was safe.

"Your husband?" she fought back, her wide eyes attacking mine. Ones that similar to mine and also the ones that never made me feel loved since I was a juvenile. She gasped again, as if I was the most crazy woman she had ever met in her entire life.

Yeah. I was right. It's like carrying me when I was entirely clueless in her tummy was the biggest mistake she'd ever made.

"Just give me a minute! He needs me! I need him! We both need each other!" I shook my head in disappointment again, almost begging for a second life.

"The question here is that 'Does he need you too?'. What do you think, my lovely daughter?"

Because of her last words, my body landed in the hospital floor, making people around gasp in surprise, while I was here, completely furious, didn't know what to do anymore. The place was surrounded by uncountable people but my heart felt so heavy yet so empty. 

"I am begging you!" I cried again, my knees placed on the floor intentionally to have her love and understanding. I never planned to kneel like this, but for myself, for my husband, I'd do everything. Literally everything, even if it also meant lowering my pride.

"Hmm, not enough still," she teased me again, that's when she moved her free feet towards me. My breath caught in my throat when I classified what she wanted me to do. I shook my head, but I bit my lip again, shook my head again. Jesus, I was torn between to face her challenge and just run off!

"Woah!" she shouted in surprise when I kissed her feet, and a tear fall my right eye hopelessly, that's when more tears became competitive that they started to stream also. My lips were still in her feet, for I was waiting for her to say 'stop' and hug me then say that she regretted for treating me bad.

But that didn't happen at all. For my mother, completely abandoned me this time. And what I could do now was to cry, cry like silently, cry over and over again.

"What's this all about?" a baritone voice made my eyes shut in tension. I was now shaking because his aura really hit differently. His smell lingering in all my senses. "Mom, what're you doing? This is so inhumane!"

I cried even more. Even though my eyes were being covered with a lot of tears, I still could see his eyes pointing at me. Worrying, he helped me stand up and guided my chin so that we could stare at each other. The way his jaw moved rigidly made me want to hug him forever, but I knew I couldn't. I couldn't because I shouldn't.

"If this happens again, I am sure, Mom, you'll regret hurting an innocent woman!" said the man again. I did not know how he managed to be responsible using only his voice. His eyes were so adoring and promising. The sharpness of his jaw could take everyone's breath away.

"Neil," I called him using my whisper-like tone, but I was taken aback when he just stared at me. He looked clueless, as if he didn't know his own name. "Neil thank you for saving me! I thought you don't like me anymore! Neil, please give me a second chance! Let's start for a new life! I promise to be good to you!"

And just like that, he stared at me again. And by this time his depths attacked my system drastically. I was about to grab his neck to kiss him and prove him he's the only one who captured my heart when he step back, looking at me using his the-hell-are-you-thinking? look. And when my mother made a victorious smile, I almost lost myself.

What's happening? Why were they acting like I was a stranger?

"Neil, please don't act like that. This is me, your Sydney! Do you remember me? We even came from a romantic date yesterday. Hmm, what else..?" I was having a hard time in finishing my sentence because something was blocking my airway. "We... we made love last night. Y-you said to me how much you love me. W-we made a promise under the moo--"

"I am not Neil," my husband coldly replied, "I don't remember you, Miss. Besides, my name is Cal, and I am not your husband." The worries in his eyes were now gone in just a heartbeat. Earlier, he was looking at me with full of sympathy, but now that he heard me saying the truth -- that he's really my husband and we had a lot of plans before -- he changed immediately.

"No, you've got to be kidding me!" I looked at my mom again, who's now hiding her smile, even though it's very obvious. "What happened, mom, auntie or whatever-name-you-want-me-to-call-you, what the hell happened? Why can't he remember me?!"

I didn't expect that a lot of securities would come to me as if I was a patient making a chaos. I fought with all my best, but it was so hard for me to have a talk with the securities to explain my side since they seemed my 

mother's personal guards.

"H-How could you do this to me?" I asked her, my voice trembling, and my eyes diverted to Neil's again. "How about you? Stop acting like that! I know how you love me! If you're planning to set a revenge because of what I did before, then you can't fool me!"

"Miss," he commented again, his voice cold still, "I am sorry for not remembering you. But maybe, you were my close friend before. I am sorry but I am not committed with someone right now."

"You're married to me!" My voice broke even more, tears flooding my cheeks. "We exchanged vows so don't you dare to just act like all the sacrifices we made together are useless!"

Shaking his head, he stared at my face for a long moment to probably examine my face, that's why hopes were starting to build up inside my system. But when he bowed down his head, pinched the bridge of his nose, I covered my face for them not to see me crying.

"Hush, don't cry. Your tears don't deserve to fall," he said gently yet rigidly. "I don't remember you, yes. But I can sense you're a good person, hmm? So, relax. Let's be friends."

Suppressing my mourns, I turned around, so my back was the only thing they could see and judge. I closed my eyes even more, feeling the pain, and letting it embrace the whole me.

"I don't want to be your friend, Neil," I said after a long moment. "How can a wife be just a friend to her husband, hmm? How can I?"

No one dared to speak, and that encouraged me to talk again, "I thought we're okay. You were so... You were so 'you' yesterday. If I just thought you'd wake up remembering me as a mere stranger, I should also have locked you in our room until forever ends." I exhaled heavily. "I know you came from a car accident, but I never thought you'd lose our memories."

"Guards, get her outside!" My mom instructed her toys and smiled devilishly. "Don't ever let her go back here again. Don't make me regret for paying you all." She flashed a secret grin for me to see, and for Neil not to notice.

"No, don't hurt her," Neil's voice boomed. As always he looked like a king ordering something in his entire kingdom. "Don't hurt a woman specially when she's crying, because that means she totally needs a shoulder to lean on." He flashed a manly smile at me. "Right, Miss?"

Before I could say 'thank you', my mother disagreed. She marched using her large steps to position herself in our front. "Don't you dare let her stay here for a long period of time! Seeing her ugly face makes my heart burn!"

"Mom, please don't be like that. I know from the very start that I am not enough for you to feel proud over me. But this is too much. You're meddling with my life. With my family!"

"So, what did you just say?" sarcastically, she inquired. "Have you forgotten your sins? Didn't you know that what I am doing right now is not enough for all the things you just stole from me?"

"L-let's..." I pleaded again, and a security tried to catch my arm, but Neil stopped him from doing so. "Mom, it was all a mistake! Please, forgive me. I am your daughter, aren't I? So, please, let's start over again. We'll create great memories--"

"Zipper that mouth of yours or else I'll make something to keep it shut permanently. Don't you really dare, Sydney. I am serious."

"You two are causing a scene here. Let's go inside my room and let's talk. You're making my head hurt." Neil lifted his shoes and beckoned us again using his come-inside-or-I-will-be-mad look. I was willing and excited to come inside his hospital room to make sure he had a comfortable place -- though I was sure he really had one since he carried a gold in his pocket.

"No. That woman will stay here!" my mom again but she had no choice but to surrender when Neil gave a warning look for the both of us. Rubbing my both palms to give myself a moral support, I marched and followed Neil's back, until we got inside his room.

The place was all white but being touched by a fine ambience. You would notice a lot of medical apparatuses and a cute table where different kinds of fruits were being placed.

"Don't steal something!" My mother warned me again. And by this time, I didn't mind her for I was focused at Neil, who's now manly sitting in his hospital bed while looking at me in confusion. I observed his physique. Regardless he's wearing a patient uniform, anybody could still noticed how broad his chest was. The muscles in his arms were also showing out. His brown eyes, perfect nose, and wet lips were all exquisite.

"Hmm, thank you for having me here," I started, but being cut off by my mother again.

"You won't stay here for too long, remember that. And in case you don't remember your sins, then let me count and elaborate all of them--"

"Mom," Neil mumbled. I got worried because he looked stressed out because of my mother. "I let her come here for I need talk to her. And at the same time, I know you two need to have a conversation as well."

After that, he rested his head in the headboard, his eyes attacking mine again as if he's reading my mind.