Deja Vu [ Lilian Ashley ]
2. First Beginning

The light of the room that looks so dimly lit by the rays of the sun has appeared by tucked through the window curtain. I got up from this comfortable throne and opened the window until the morning light containing vitamin D burst in to give it a benefit.

So, what am I supposed to do now? Building a new routine? Shower and breakfast are mandatory. But, after that I have to do what? According to the man who claimed to be my lover, I was ordered to rest at home on foot-barges. Or obey the sender of a text message, I immediately ngibrit to campus? However, I do not know when my admission schedule or rather what majors I choose.

I think I should choose the first option.

I also cleaned myself by taking a shower in a warm tempratur. It turned out that taking a shower was the right solution to refresh my mind from all the nightmares that had haunted me before I was in the hospital.

After that, I dried myself and wore a short-sleeved shirt and three-quarters pants. For the morning, the breakfast option was a toast with butter that I had found on the kitchen shelf. There is some instant milk coffee that is so much like a month's supply and a pretty good snack. Oh yes, I also had time to see a drawer under the bathroom washbasin that has a lot of stock toothbrush, toothpaste and soap-soap. Apparently, I really paid close attention to the preparations.

There was a slow knock from the exit. Quickly my hand picked up the toast first— I did not want to find the bread in a burnt state if not immediately taken— then opened the door before peering through the lookout hole made of convex glass in the the door saw the man yesterday standing at the door and checking his watch.

"A really long time?" tanyanya while entering my apartment just like that. It seems like this is normal for him, but not for me. "Gile, the smell of toast. I just bought you breakfast."

He placed a white pack on the table near the TV and took out the contents quickly. There are four mini pizza boxes and two cans of milk. Good, I thought he'd give you a heavy meal this morning. At that moment, I sat down next to him and ate the pizza at the same time.

"Lo don't have to leave today. But, if I want to work, I will be victorious," he said with a full mouth. "Gue knows that you are workholic and need money. Moreover, the daily salary is also dapet, so it feels lost if not brush the ration money."

Oh, it turns out I'm hardworking and thirsty for numbered papers. Thankfully, at least I'm not a slacker and considered the trash of society. This is a great opportunity to gather information about my lost memories at work. I had to put on an excited look and try to recognize the surroundings as much as possible.

"Ley, how come you're only in there anyway?"

God, I was too busy thinking about everything to the point of not realizing this guy was watching my guts.

"H-just think about work. I have to go to work today" I said hurriedly without making eye contact with him and hoped that this man would not suspect my strange attitude.

"Oh that, okay," he replied as he patted his hand from the pizza crumbs. "Gue unplug to menggampus first. I'll take you to work, okay?"

My face turned red as this guy stroked my cheeks with the back of his hand. Fortunately, when he ate the pizza, he used a tissue so that his hands were not contaminated with oil.

"Let me do this."

I could not believe that his attitude was caring and sweet enough for me. Just having breakfast, he's going to my apartment and eating together like this.

After he said goodbye and left, I cleaned up the kitchen by storing my toast in the oven to protect from all sorts of hungry insects.

I know that this time I have been ordered to rest in order to restore my body at work. But, what my curiosity surged high towards the information of my own life. Quickly my hand grabbed the phone and laptop, then placed it on the mattress. Am I a hobby of glaring at the screen on the bed? If not, I should apologize to myself.

I turned on the phone and opened up some pretty little social media on the friendship list. The internet algorithm only contains local news and the world of Asian music as well as western. I am a music lover. So, am I singing? Could be. After opening the not-so-important social media, I opened the gallery section that saw so many selfies from my lover and photos of us together in several places.

Some other photos that so many places on campus. There was also a picture of me standing in front of the building that read 'economy'. Apparently, I majored in economics.

Tapping into cell phones is useful as well. Bored, ah yes .. I was bored.. What do I do now? A walk outside? No, chances are I'm gonna stray and not be able to go back home. Cook up? No, I could have used up all the groceries in an instant and it would have been a waste. Then, what is it?

Instantly, my eyes glanced towards the calendar that was on the study table. Calendars are violet and illuminated by study lights. By the way, why was the lamp alive the first time I entered this room? I realized the lights were always on, but I didn't pay much attention to them. Trying to sit on a chair and I was directly faced with a table containing a row of thick books and writing utensils. I immediately grabbed the beautiful calendar that had been scrawled by ink.

02: Payday time!

Date 23: Tour employees, don't forget.

Oh, two more days there'll be an employee tour. Thank goodness I saw this. It seemed like the activity would be a great place to refresh my mind. But will my lover come? It seems like it's nothing to think about.

I'm sure my friends work pretty well and can help me to recall memories together.

At exactly twelve o'clock, the door of my apartment was knocked several times. I can already guess that that person is your lover, but still I have to peek at the door hole that reflected cebung just in case.

Surprisingly, there were two people and the only one was my lover.

"Is he ready?" ask the stranger next to my girlfriend when the door is open. "Don't you work today?"

Geez, it turns out they wanted to pick me up at work.

I said I'd be off to work in a minute. Damn, I haven't even gotten ready. I quickly let them in and crept into the bedroom to get ready.

Why is there no uniform in the closet like in the photo? Is it in the washing machine? But, I think the washing machine is completely empty. God, I lost my uniform!

"I'm sorry, I lost my work uniform" I told the two men as I walked out of the bedroom.

"Can't you, Ley?" ask my beloved with surprise. "Don't you put it in the work locker? Or lo laundry lately?"

Ah yes too, remembering by me to the man next to my lover was my workmate who was seen in the photo. He also does not wear a work uniform, certainly already available in a work locker. This is really embarrassing and it can be suspected that something is wrong with my memory.

"Oh yes, in the locker," I said, kneading my forehead. "Sorry."

"Basas forgetful, only so old," said the man next to my girlfriend with a flat face and spoke a taut tone. "Yes, let's go."

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