We arrived at about six in the evening, but Zed wasn't in the house anymore. He had probably left for his lecture tonight, so I sent him a message to inform him of my arrival."Welcome home, dear. I'm already here in the Bayfront Hotel. Just heat the food I have prepared for you. Don't wait for me anymore since you need to have a good rest."I roamed around the house and wondered how my home with Kim looked like. Perhaps, our few months of staying together had already let us set up a house of our own. And probably, he had turned that apartelle into our residence.A wave of mixed emotion stirred my emotion. Something deep inside had recognized Kim all along, only that I couldn't remember. Since Zed and I were into a seven-year relationship, it only meant that Zed was my first boyfriend and left for Japan when we were in our second year of the relationship. I began to wonder if Zed knew all about my amnesia. And as to why I got it, I still have to discover it.

I woke up later with Zed massaging on my feet. I moved abruptly, shifting into a sitting position, watching him as he pressed the tip of his fingers on the outer side of my soles. It was already past midnight, but his wet hair still sparkled against the light from the ceiling.“Go back to sleep,” he said, smiling affectionately at me.“Just arrived?”“Thirty minutes ago.”I wouldn’t complain or suspect him for anything. I knew very well the nature of his job. After his lecture, the small group meetings would take longer since every group would ask him to speak for another motivational word.“I see, so go to sleep now. You must be exhausted already.”He lay down beside me and pulled me close to him, placing my head on his chest. “I miss you so much.”“Mmmm, miss you, too,” I replied in a sleepy tone, although my sleepiness disappeared the moment he cuddled me

“The informant here is Maria Zenaida Cabrera.”I sank after hearing the name. Although that was a common name, I had known no one in that name. I then wondered if she was someone I knew before or someone I met in Japan.“Yen, what happened to you? Why do you have this diagnosis?” Myrna wasn’t able to hold back her curiosity anymore. I knew she was already dying to know everything about me, but she just couldn’t dare to ask.“I don’t know, either.”“Do you still know everyone in your clan? Your friends, classmates, or neighbors?”“Of course,” I replied curtly.“Then what could be the basis of this diagnosis?”“I don’t know,” I lied. How could I tell her I married in Japan and forgot about him after a few months?“Then do you still remember when you were admitted?”“Yes. I had fever and bod

“Who’s that?” I asked as I watched the woman smiled at me before she walked away. There were strange glints in her eyes, telling me she knew me.“Ignore her. Just some crazy woman who roams around the street.”“But she stares at me as if she knows me? Is she also one of those people I couldn’t remember?”Kim gathered me in his arms. I was already shaking. What else were those terrible things that I did in the past?“Stop thinking about it. Give yourself more time. You will restore your memories, eventually. Don’t stress yourself. And I hope you will also remember my place in your heart before.”I fell silent for a while. A sense of guilt also welled up inside me. I may not remember him, but the thrill I felt every time I saw him, my fondness and admiration for him, and that I made him my sexual fantasy, spoke of the truth that he had occupied a space in my heart.“But wh

I glanced at Kim, and our eyes locked for a moment."What's happening to you, Virgil? Yes, I married Miss Williams five years ago, but you knew what happened then."Mr. Virgil squinted his eyes, moving his eyes from Kim to me."I couldn't go wrong. My memories are -""Let's stop arguing. You're confusing Miss Yen."Mr. Virgil gave me a quick start once more, but a sharp look from Kim made him shut his mouth. And I sighed inwardly, thinking that he did, but I couldn’t dare to look at Zed. Kim’s actions could draw more curiosity than just riding on the tide with him.“Are you done already?” Kim asked, looking at Zed and Mr. Virgil. “We could have another table so you both can have privacy.”Mr. Virgil gestured with his hand to tell us that we could share a table with them. “We’re wrapping up already, so please take your seat.”Zed put his left arm around my should