Have You Wonder

Morning Call

Since that day Enzey runs away from me, I haven't heard any news from her. I tried to call her multiple times but she kept dodging my calls. She doesn't even let me know if she arrived home safely that night.

I should have run after her and insisted on taking her home for the very least but I was taken aback by how fast things happened. We were in that moment and she didn't fail to make me feel how much she wanted me but she just ran away in the middle of making out. I just hope she's fine after that night.

It's been three months since that night and I decided to go back to work as if nothing happened. There's nowhere else I could go which can help me forget about that night aside from drowning myself in work. Making myself busy with a lot of work makes me think of her a little less. I keep myself pretty preoccupied, but not until I went back to the condo after work and was reminded of her again in every corner of my pad. Her traces were still crystal clear in my mind. That's why I have to finish a bottle or two of beer to bring myself to sleep.

The next morning, my phone keeps ringing for no reason. I shouldn't have received any calls today because it's the weekend. Who the heck is calling me on a Saturday morning?!

I tried to reach out for my phone without opening my eyes as I keep burying my face onto the pillows. I don't wanna wake up yet. I have to have more sleep or else, I'll have more time thinking of Enzey, endlessly.

"H-hello..." I blurted with my husky voice as I picked up the call without checking out who was calling. But no one answered so I repeat myself despite my dry throat.

"Hello...who's this please?" I asked lazily. Then a woman's voice responds and hearing it makes me jump out of my bed as if a bucket of ice were thrown at me.

"It's me, Enzey."

How...why... I... I can't believe she is finally calling me. But wait...

I checked the number and it's not Enzey's. Does something happen to her old number? Is that the reason why I can't reach her all this time?

Wait, does it mean she still remembers my phone number? Why does it make me feel so delighted to realize that?! I wonder what makes her call this early.

"I called because you might have been so worried about my sudden disappearance. They say I was in an accident and lost my phone that night. You might be dead worried since then." She blurted like a worried sick girlfriend. She sounds like she's more worried than I was worried about her all this time rather than the fact she get caught in an accident.

"Wait, what?! You were in an accident?!? What happened? Where are you right now?" I panic as soon as her words sank into my mind. My sleepyhead gets hyped up upon hearing that heartbreaking and mind-blowing unfortunate news.

"Calm down, Love. I'll text you the details in which hospital I am right now and please...please don't rush and be careful." She sweetly reminded.

Love???

Did I hear it right? Did she just call me Love and she worried about me? Am I still dreaming? This is making me dizzy because everything is surreal. It's as if we were back in time. It's as if I accidentally pressed the reset button and I was brought back to how Enzey and I used to be.

"I... I will. I'll drive safely." I replied.

"Drive? You've got a car??? Am I lying here that long or were you able to earn a lot in just three months?" She giggled as she was surprised to hear me having my own car.

Those giggles were too innocent and genuine to think that she is mocking me. It sounds like a proud girlfriend complimenting her boyfriend's achievement.

What's really going on, Enzey? Why are you confusing me? Why are you driving me so crazy? Is this your way of taking revenge on me? Making me fall harder for you and leave me all of a sudden like what I did back then?

"Anyway, as much as I want you here immediately, please take care and drive safely." She reminded and we ended the call.

I'm puzzled about what's going on? It feels good that she wakes me up with her sweetness but it still confuses me.

She was in an accident and she mentioned she was lying there for three months. Was the life-and-death experience made her realize that she is still in love with me and regrets what happened that night? Maybe she wanna reconcile and go back to how we used to be.

I walk out of the excitedly and took a shower immediately. I was taking my time thinking that it was still early but the time on my phone screen surprises me. I didn't realize that it was past lunchtime. Was I oversleeping that much???

I hurriedly took my keys and wallet. I drive as fast as I can but as carefully as possible since I have to follow Enzey's instructions. If this is my chance for us to start over again, this time, I will make sure that there will no heartbreaks anymore. I won't do anything that will break her heart once again or would even make her upset over trivial things.

I'll try harder, I'll make it up to the point that she will forget how we used to break each other's hearts so bad.

I was in the Nurse Station, asking for Enzey's room number. And while I was waiting, they were talking about this patient who suffers from selective amnesia. They are kinda amused that it happens to someone for real.

"But I was kinda feeling sad for the boyfriend. Especially when he heard that Room 906 patient only remembers the time before she met him. She even called out for her ex when her real boyfriend is right in front of her." The nurse sympathized.

"Enough." The Nurse who's checking for my query warned her.

"Why? I just feel..."

"I said enough." She looked at me with a serious look on her face and then she looked at me with a softer look.

"Go straight into that hallway Sir and turn left. The third door from there is Room 906." She kindly explained and I just smiled blandly as soon as I realized that the nurse was about Enzey.

I was walking with a heavy stride as soon as everything fits into the puzzle. She must have been in an accident when she badly wanna escape from me that night. And that accident might have erased a portion of her memory that was probably the best days of her life, the time where she was able to get over of me through the help of the guy in the resto-bar.

I opened the door and that smile on Enzey's face is priceless. It was seven years since the last time I saw her smiling sweetly at me this way. But I can't help a bit to get confused about how should I react. I looked around the room and I saw her mom and the dude I was talking about. Of course, he will always be there for her no matter what. I looked at him as if asking him to give me a hint what really happened but Enzey called out for me.

I walk near her and she taps the side of the bed, asking me to sit beside her. Her mom and the guy excused themselves and gave us enough privacy.

Sitting beside her with just the two of us makes me anxious. I don't know how far she remembers and which memories she lost due to the accident. I have to be careful because the least I should do to her is stress her out.

We start talking as if we had a time travel to seven years ago. All she can think of is the things related to ATLE and how we used to be. The last thing she remembers was when he hung out to celebrate her birthday. How ironic that her memory chooses to stop to the happiest part of our relationship. It's as of her mind decided to cut off the painful and most difficult part.

I can't believe she was enthusiastically talking at me right now as if she wants me to be with her more than anyone else. And that reminded me of the dude who was with her while I was cluelessly self-pitying. I somewhat feel bad to enjoy this forbidden moment when he was supposed to be in this position.

Her mom and dad came in. I gave my respect to them and they looked at me as if they want me to just tag along so Enzey won't be confused for now. Because the most priority right now is for her to get fully recovered and get discharged.

I excused myself to get some coffee as requested by this young lady. She definitely can't forget her cravings at times like this.

I walked towards the lobby and saw him talking with someone on the phone, it must have been working based on his serious look and the formal speech he is using.

He caught me standing behind him and I just wait for him until he finished talking over the phone. And when he dropped the call, I wanted to talk to him, man-to-man but I don't know-how.

I don't want us to get caught in any fight but whatever I try to do, he will always get triggered. And I can absolutely understand that. So the lamest and only way I could ask him to have some talk without being so obvious is...

"Would you mind going with me to the café?