Novel & Cerita Memories Of The 90s

Mom cried “Mom! I’m not sick. Why do we need a doctor?” She cried again “Calm down.” I went near her “It’s me.” I hugged her and I cried “I miss you so much.” “No, you’re lying. My brother doesn’t love me.” “I love you.” I said “He loves you so much. You’re his princess remember?” “No. I don’t believe you. He wouldn’t leave me if I am his princess.” She sobbed A doctor came to check her. “What happened to her right now is a trauma. Because she tried to drown herself, memories may come back to her whenever she is sad.” The doctor said

She slammed her hands down and stood up, the chair screeching against the floor. People started turning to stare, and the server stood awkwardly nearby, holding a takeaway box. However, I didn’t care. After everything, the frustration I’d bottled up over the years was about to explode. I shot to my feet too, staring coldly at the woman in front of me. “Petty? I remember everything from the past seven years—your likes, your allergies, when you get cramps every month, and every little thing you ever said. And you? You can’t even remember that I’m allergic to strawberries.”

I looked at Hayden's displeased expression, and I suddenly recalled a memory. The first time I met him, he had bent down with a blank expression, staring at my swollen ankle and asking if I was okay.

“We’ve already done three sessions. One more won’t make a difference.” “But—” “That’s an order.” “Yes, sir.” My parents and Steve put their helmets back on. Each of them wore a different expression as the machine began pulling at my memories again. In my sleep, I heard voices. They were laughing at me. “Bunny Girl, Bunny Girl, dragging her hair through the dirt. Bunny Girl, Bunny Girl, soft skin made for the night to hurt...”

If this had been me pre-memory loss, I would have stormed out in anger after hearing such insulting words. Yet now, having forgotten everything about Jaden and feeling no love for him, I naturally would not pay attention to those mocking glances. However, appearances still mattered. I was still Jaden's fiancée, and there were certain social situations I had to handle. I moved through the crowd with him, exchanging empty pleasantries and drinking glass after glass of wine. Soon, I became dizzy from the alcohol as I was unable to handle it well. I found a quiet spot to rest. I had just sat down when I saw Lillian holding a blue medicine bottle and shaking pills into her mouth.

he murmured while walking. Scenes from the past flashed back into his mind and it made him dizzy. So, he sat down on the bed, closed his eyes and took a deep breath. But rather than whisking the images, the darkness when he shut his eyes even created a clearer moment: It was when he was nine. During that time, normal kids would often play games with their friends. Either brick game in video game, cap guns, card pyramid, marbles, matchbox collection, pinwheels, street game, hide and seek, snake and ladder, etc…

The familiar manly scent that travels to my nostrils which drugged my entire system. The way he talks. His baritone voice. His endearment to me. His stand. His acts. His everything. Surely, the living ghost of my past. Our world stopped on the corner of this hall. Loud drums and music adopts our silence. It was only him and me along with our racing heartbeats. Until his glittering fascinating blue eyes which used to be my favorite spot, locked to mine.

"Happy to see me? I'm your coworker now!" "It's so good to have you here." I smiled and pulled her in for a hug, feeling glad to have a friend by my side at work. "By the way, how much do you remember about the past?" she curiously asked after we let go. I frowned and tried to recall, but a lot of memories were missing. Seeing my troubled expression, she gently explained, "You took a memory loss pill and forgot many things. If you can't remember, don't force it."

His hazel eyes pierced my soul with that intense gaze and I felt as if I were the luckiest girl in this entire world. I get sentimental over the music of the ’90s. Deplorable, really. But I love it all. As far as I’m concerned the ’90s was the best era for music ever, even the stuff that I loathed at the time, even the stuff that gave me stomach cramps.

It carried so much history and memories, like the stains of coffee from the first time she and her mum went to a burger hut. Or the shaky seat belt that made funny noises whenever she tried to use it, or how she and her mum would dance to the old cassette music from the late 90's. It was their own bonding time and she hated how much it hung around her even after her death. She was supposed to move on but no one is teaching her how to.