“You?” I exclaimed in surprise. “You are the nurse who treated my sister, remember?” I asked.
She smiled with a nod. “May I?” she said.“Yeah, sure,” I agreed happily and allowed her in. She walked into the living room, pulling her suitcase along, and staring across the room. She looks more different than I remembered. More beautiful. I followed her up. I was relieved to know her. She was one of the most caring people I ever knew. Treating Luna without wanting a dime in return is the best gift ever.“You are highly welcome to my home,” I said, moving close to her. She turned and looked at me. She held my cheek in her hand. Her eyes glowed to tear up as she stroked my cheek with her thumb. I wondered why. She looks sad.“You look more beautiful, dear,” she said.“Thank you,” I smiled. “Have a seat, let me get you something to drink,” I stated. For many reasons, I was happy to have her around. She was caring and simple. Even though we met once, I could still“Sienna?” Emiliano called out, taking a step closer to her like he was scrutinizing her or not believing his eyes. I was still confused. Sienna? How possible was that? He said Sienna has gone missing for some months without being found. How can my new nanny be Sienna?“Sienna?” Emiliano called again. “What happened to you?” he asked, standing in front of her. My heart thumbs up to my throat. I know how much he loves her. What if he decides to get back with her? Anabel looked at me, still confused. “Talk to me!” Emiliano ordered, getting pissed. Anabel shuddered at his yell. She moved back from him.“What are you talking about, sir?” Anabel asked, still taking a step back.“What do you mean? Don’t you remember me? I’m Emiliano, your ex-boyfriend. Why did you disappear the way you did? Where have you been all these months?” he demanded, moving closer. I had a sudden pang in my heart. Was Emiliano still in love with Sienna? What will become of me?Anabel stopped moving. “I don’t know
We didn’t talk much while eating. I only asked Emiliano about the food and he said it was okay. We continued eating. Anabel only focused on her food, not uttering a word. Well, I understand her. Who would want to speak when Emiliano was saying otherwise of her? But what if Emiliano was right? If he wasn’t hallucinating, then I will find out if Anabel was Sienna. Emiliano has erased all memories of her as he told me. No pictures, just her amulet. Then I noticed something was going on with Anabel. She adjusted uncomfortably on the chair. She tried to keep a straight face, but I know she was queasy.“Achoo!” Anabel sneezed, covering her mouth. Emiliano looked at her. “Excuse me,” she said. She relaxed and tried to continue eating. “Achoo!” she sneezed again. “Are you okay?” I asked. Emiliano said nothing, he only glared at her.“Argh!” she exclaimed, jerking up. She moved to a side. I stood up.“What happened?” I asked, taking a few steps toward her. Why was Emiliano saying nothing?
~Anabel~The following morning, I came downstairs to fix breakfast. I headed to the kitchen, then I saw that breakfast was already served. I opened the dish. The aroma that escaped from it filled my nose. Who could have fixed breakfast this early? Was it Ginevra? I bet not. Then I heard footsteps behind me. I swiveled my head and saw Emiliano. I faced him. “Good morning, sir,” I greeted, looking everywhere but his eyes.“I’m off to work. Take care of my wife,” he said huskily. He turned to leave then stopped and faced me again, lifting his finger with his car keys at me. “If I discover a scratch on her, I will kill you,” he groaned and left.“If I discover a scratch on her, I will kill you,” I mimicked in a baby’s tone. “I faced the dish, closing it back. I left my hand on the table and looked at the door that he just walked out of. “What if I discover a scratch on her and kill you?” I said to myself. “Nonsense,” I hissed and headed back upstairs.I opened the door to Ginevra’s room,
~Ginevra~The moment I saw Anabel go through the gate, I hurried inside. I went into Emiliano’s room. I flitted to the closet, dragging the clothes aside. I began searching for any possible thing that could link to Sienna. Nothing but his clothes choked up the closet. I closed it, pulled a chair, and climbed onto it. I searched the closet, I found a carton box. I carried it down, it was a bit heavy. I opened it. It was filled with folders. I opened each of the folders, just files. I took out all the folders and under it was Sienna’s amulet. It glittered. I placed it in my palm, scrutinizing it. It was similar to Luna’s. Nothing can differentiate it. I held it close to my heart, closing my eyes as I remembered Luna. She was smiling beautifully, going to an event that will take her away from me forever. I hate the anniversary. I hate Mr and Mrs Gallo.“Oof…!” I sighed, opening my eyes. I put back the amulet and closed the carton. I searched the other nook and cranny of the room, nothi
I reached home before Emiliano arrived. While having dinner, Emiliano kept glancing at me. A few times our eyes would meet and I will be forced to look down. Ginevra didn’t notice, she was busy eating and speaking about anything possible. After dinner, I followed Ginevra to her room. I wonder why she doesn’t like sleeping in Emiliano’s room. When I asked, she told me she was used to her room now. I shrugged my shoulders. I made sure she was fast asleep before I left her room. I descended the staircase. From up on the staircase, I saw Emiliano walking to and fro in the living room. I paused. He looked up at me. I continued walking down. I reached to the living room. He tramped toward me, grabbing my wrist and pulling me to a side.“Hey, what are you doing?” I protested, trying to free my hand from him. He let go of my hand and I staggered back, rubbing my wrist to ease the pain.“Why were you trailing me?” he groaned, making sure to calm his voice not to wake Ginevra up.“What do yo
Later on, Ginevra was in the living room, watching TV. I went to meet her.“Hey!” I waved my hand. She looked at me, chewing the popcorn she just put in her mouth.“Hi,” she replied, turning her gaze to the TV.I moved closer. “Um, Ginevra?” I called and she looked at me again. “Can I ask you a favor?”“Oh, yeah, sure, why not?” she accepted, picking another popcorn.“I want to go out for a few minutes. I will be back before you know it,” I requested, clenching my fingers together in a pleading way.“Well, um, no problem,” Ginevra accepted. “But remember to get me some pastries.”“Ah, you are going to give birth to confection!” I expressed, picking my purse from the couch where she was seated. She laughed.“Thanks for the permission!” I exclaimed, heading out.“Don’t forget my pastries!” Ginevra exclaimed before I slammed the door.I met with the cabby guy at his place. It was a bungalow house on the outskirt of the city, situated on a field. It was secluded from other build
At night, I sang a lullaby to Ginevra and she slept off peacefully. I went out, closing the door gently. I descended downstairs. Emiliano was in his room. I decided to take a walk. I went out, walking down the sidewalk. Few people passed me by, chatting or silently walking like me. I ambled for some minutes before deciding to sit down on a street bench. I sat down, and looked from side to side, recalling all the awful moments I experienced. The torture of being separated from the one I loved the most. Tears streamed down my cheeks. It honestly hurts. The constant pang that was left in my heart, not knowing if my beloved was okay or not. It was worst than the death of my parents. I held my chest as I cried bitterly. No amount of tears shed can ever take away the pain from my heart. “It’s okay, child,” I heard a frail voice of an old man. I turned to my side and he was seated right beside me. I shifted away. He had jet-black hair with stripes of faded white hair. His hazel eyes shimme
In the morning, Emiliano went to work without notifying Ginevra. I made sure my face was clean of the fight with Emiliano. I went to meet Ginevra in her room. She was seated in front of the vanity table, touching her face and admiring her look.“Good morning, beauty,” I smiled, moving close to her. She turned to look at me with a bright smile.“Good morning, Ana.”I stood behind her, running my fingers through her hair. “How was your night?” I asked.“Not bad, I slept well,” she responded. I stood mute for a while. I sighed. Should I tell her about Emiliano? Will she even believe me? “Are you okay?” Ginevra queried, staring at me in the mirror.“What are your plans for today?” I asked, placing my hands on her shoulders.“Plans?” she smiled. “You and Emiliano won’t let me do anything, so my plans for today are to eat, read, and sleep as usual.”“That is a bigger plan,” I declared and we laughed.I went to see Maximo later on. He was getting better. Not that the bruises are gone