7 Park

Remember your dad when he said life is not a walk in the park?

"Well, Dad, I'm at the park now to get a life! Haha"

"But son, you have to figure out what you want to do as of this moment.. Maybe you need a diversion of career or what.. We didn't have this talk when you were just starting as an adult.. Maybe middle life crisis is taking a hit on you but, nah, you're gonna make it through. I'm rooting for you. You're my son! Of course you got 'it' from me!" His father cheered on for him.

"Thanks, Big man. Take care."

And his father hang up. He really doesn't want any goodbye spoken even when he was a still a kid.

As he tried to sit at the edge of the park's bench, his back foot touched something so he went down and checked on it.

He saw it was a batch of sticky notes.

He looked at the first, it said,

'Don't forget to smile'

The next,

'Drink plenty of water'

Next,

'Look up and pray'

And then,

'Hey, you!'

And then there's a woman in front of him at the same time while reading the post it telling him,

"Hey, you!"

Wow! What a coincidence.

He looked closely at the the woman if he knows her but none he can remember so he retorted,

"Me?"

"Yes, you." The woman answered and continued,

"Give me that." She demanded.

At this, Zedd kept the sticky notes at his back, as if hiding it from her.

"What do you think are you doing?" The woman asked as if sensing his taking over the sticky notes.

"Huh?" He replied.

"I said, please give me that." She responded.

This time using that favorable tone to which he was near to giving up the argument but, no.

He's not done reading yet the notes.

Gradually, the sticky notes' notes amuses him.

"What are you asking of me, woman?" He asked as if cluelessly.

"Mister, I have a property that is not yours to take." She said a-matter-of-factly.

"And what is it if I may ask of you, kindly?" He retorted.

"Oh, come on. Don't be so hard. That is not yours. It's mine." She rebutted clearly setting ownership of the sticky notes.

"This one you're asking of me, does it have a name on it.. your name exactly?" Zedd asked seemingly amused this time.

When Hiraya tried to adjust her folder organizer, a journal slipped out of it accidentally.

At this, Zedd's eyes went saucers.

This was his journal! He is a hundred percent sure!

But as fast as he was to pick it up, Hennie picked it up first.

"What do you think are you doing? You are fond of taking things from me!" Hennie exclaimed, patience ran out!

"Excuse me, woman. That is mine." Zedd, authoritative this time.

"Like you said, does this have a name of you, mister?" Hennie chided, eyes pierced on Zedd. She thought silently that this man might be the reason why she landed a job and well, the sticky notes were bound to. What a coincidence!

At this, Zedd pondered because he wasn't fond of naming his belongings because it's not he's losing it. That was the first time and he was sure it wasn't his fault.

"I can't believe I lost my job because of this psycho." Zedd murmured to himself but Hennie heard it somehow.

"Excuse me?!" She exclaimed.

"How about we exchange properties?" Zedd negotiated.

"And it's not it's yours. I didn't even take it from you. I had this bumping my foot. I didn't take it. Unlike you, woman!" Zedd weren't able to hold his temper now. Because here's the culprit why he lost his precious job!

"What?" Hennie surprised at this man's remark and at the metamorphosis of his face clearly showing indignation. The gnawing remorse in her crawled in.

"Yes! I am a hundred percent sure that you took my journal! Even if now as in now, we go to the precinct and ask for the cctv footage that it was really you who took my bag which had my journal.. You can go to jail because of that you know." Zedd justified confidently.

At this, Hennie was silenced. She's sure it was her fault really. She kept on messing up and mixing things lately, as well as forgetting a couple of things too.. Well, she's not guilty still until proven otherwise so..

"No, not really." Hennie tried to sound unaffected but deep inside, she's rattled because the mister hit bullseye!

"Well?!" Zedd asked.

"Can I sit down first? I am tired from a whole day of interview and job screening. My foot aches." Hennie remarked and sat at the other edge of the park bench where Zedd was seated.

When she's settled she added,

"And this argument is adding me a headache. At this she blew a breath loudly from her mouth.

Zedd found that amusing.. unknowingly, his anger appeased and subsided by the antics of this woman.

At least a woman so authentic despite being difficult. He thought to himself.

She proceeded removing her stiletto shoes and proceeded to place her feet chest level to her on the bench. She pulled her feet close to her as if not wearing a corporate attire or a pant suit!

This made Zedd smirk.

"What are you smirking at?" The woman remarked.

"Did I?" He teased.

"Pffff" Hennie snorted.

And this made Zed chuckle to which later turned into a full blown laughing episode where Hennie joined him with.

"Thank you, I needed that."

Later on, they found out, it was really each other's property and Hennie explained that the sticky notes was really meant for him as a thank you for being the instrument why she landed a job.. So Zedd didn't need to actually return it because it was made for him.

What a coincidence really.

Hennie was so sorry that she was the catalyst why Zedd lost his job but at least Zedd told her that maybe it was after all, by fate.

Still, she wasn't sure she could sleep later tonight thinking she was the reason why someone has become jobless..

But Zedd slept soundly that night thinking, at least someone got a job because of his lost journal.

So the woman's name is Hiraya and the mister's name is Zedric.

Later after sunset, the two bade a simple goodbye. Clueless that it wasn't the last bumping into each other nor the last goodbye neither.

There are reasons why we lose and we seek.

At times, things fall apart so better things can fall together in place.