Lei's Dissapearance 3

I can help you out Joan, and first of all, your name is Leila. But I don't think I'd be able to tell you your past when we were little and younger. I like it to be totally forgotten since your memories of those aren't that pretty and you nearly lost your life and your sanity because of the hurt that side of our past gave you, I uttered very concerned about Joan and her feelings. Oh, okay! then, what about you and me. You said a while ago that we are lovers or a thing! Hihi! What's that supposed to mean? We are like what? In a relationship?, Joan said feeling awkward. Yes and you are my girlfriend back then. We were supposed to get married but you disappeared for five years. No one not even your daughter Lillian heard anything from you, but I kept my promise hoping to see you again but to no luck you were gone missing for many years, until one time, Lillian saw you on the internet and you are already married to Peter.

Oh, I see...hmm...girlfriend. What does a girlfriend do? Just like when a man kisses or makes love to his girl, is that it? Joan asked innocently, then moved closer like checking on my facial reaction. Yes, ah..., I replied looking at the other side to avoid her gaze which is striking me so hard I wanted to hug, kiss and hold her in my arms. I missed Leila so much that I couldn't stop myself from smelling her sweet and enigmatic aroma of her skin, smooth and white. Joan smiled and hugged me. She is so happy that I felt her joy transfer right into my heart and it leapt unceasingly. I hugged Joan like I didn't want to let her go, again. Please let's stay this way longer, I missed you so much Lei, I missed you so very much!, I cried tears rolling down my cheeks non-stop.

Joan or Lei now wrapping her arms around me, closing her eyes and recalling the times we were together but only some glimpse of us is what she can remember and nothing more.

I couldn't help but look Joan in the eyes and kissed her on the mouth. Joan hesitated at first but as if she remembered something and kissed me back, now with emotions and very torrid. Then, there came a knock on the bedroom door reminding Joan that their doctor is here. I suddenly pushed Joan away and she was still mesmerized by the kiss that she couldn't stop looking at me intensely.

Even after the doctor checked me up, saying that I'll be fine, it's just that I was hungry and just needed food to get me back on my feet, Joan kept her sticky stare, at me. I kept wondering why she couldn't keep her eyes off me. While she advised her maid to send food consists of fruits, salads, prawns, chicken, pizza and wine, she still stood there quiet but seriously thinking, trying to remember me, maybe, in her mind. That hard blow she had when the plane crashed at sea made her forget about her past and has little memory of the time when we were together. Maybe because of hate and anger, she really wanted to erase me in her memory completely. I would do it too if I knew that my partner is unfaithful, a lying bitch and a prick.

Marissa..., Joan said while she prepared the assorted food on a plate before handing it to me. Can you kiss me again, cause I want to be sure of my memory of you!, Joan asked me about the unstoppable force that is love felt in a kiss.

I was about to, but I remembered that I am engaged with Lillian and that I need to call her to let her know what happened to me. Yes, maybe tomorrow. I feel tired, I said trying to brush off the idea that maybe she is rethinking her feelings for Peter. And that I couldn't do that, not to a competitor that though I hated him as my enemy in business, he is a good guy and didn't do anything wrong to deserve being left by her wife because of my love for her which was already over five years ago. Joan's face became sad but tried to give me a smile then, she kissed me on the cheek still trying to sort out who I really am to her, in recesses of her mind.

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Joan kept silent and was about to her maid Belinda, a middle aged woman maybe about ten years older than her, to take out the dishes from the dryer. No ma'am, Mr. Tyller strictly advised me to let you rest. No helping at this moment. So, okey!. Go, go now to your room and I'll give you a glass of milk after I'm done here. You girls are so lazy, go and finish the things you're doing, nothing important to see here, you bitches!, Belinda ordering the four girls who are also Tyrell's maids doing indoor and outdoor chores for the family. The maids were so amazed by Sasa since it's been awhile the Tyrell had a visitor, not to mention a good looking woman, rich and popularly known from the business industry.

Marissa is not only famous among the business tycoons but most especially among the women and younger girls, socialites, moms, working and non-working classes.

In other words, Sasa is a big star in her own right. The mansion is like a glass menagerie since there's a lot of glass art pieces all over the corners of the house, mostly horses, women and sexy nudes. It is so breathtaking that it looked like a museum starting from the exquisite chandeliers and gold walls and see through glass walls where the beautiful flower garden can be clearly seen outside. The Tyrell Mansion is standing tall and proud in a piece of land in the middle of a cliff, an edge of somewhere in California, overlooking the vast blue seas where huge stones are part of the scenic beauty of it.

Joan would just need to stand in the garden to feel the strong breeze of the north winds and the fresh smell of ocean water at about 50 kilometers from where their home is sitting. Joan stood at the garden in the dark, cold, windy silent of night. The moon is so round and full now that I can reach it in front of me, while trying to reach it with my fingers, but couldn't. Like my memory of Marissa that I can't seem to figure out and realize in my mind. Who is she to me? I want to know more about her and our past but she seems distant and wouldn't want to disclose her true feelings about me. Or who I was before the accident. Why?, I wondered thinking about Marissa and how she made me feel. My stomach flutters every time I see her and my heart aches seeing her emotional or whenever she talks about me, her face changes and goes blank, that I wanted to touch and comfort to ease the pain she feels. Was it because of me or somebody, or it's about something else?

Marissa, I mean Sasa is an odd lady.

She seems very shy. It is indeed awkward to feel like this for someone I just met for the first time. Yet, she isn't just somebody but a woman I fell in love with before! Hmm...it's so tasty, the kiss, I have never felt this excited kissing someone. And it's been a long time since I felt the way I did with her. I think I have never felt love or being in love that it's new to me. I want to kiss her again and I will!, Joan thought and made a plan to be with Marissa while she is here recuperating. The moon seems to agree since the cloud covering it is now gone unveiling her beauty and light in the tranquil night.

Joan is so persistent earlier to kiss me. What would she get out of it? I just can't seem to analyze her motives. But I really need to talk to Lillian and she needs to fetch me so I could leave this place and forget about Joan, Leila or whoever she is now, I thought while dialing Lillian's number and when I heard her voice, I told her about what happened to me in the party. She hurriedly asked if I was okay and wanted to come and get me tonight, but I refused since it's pretty late already. I know she's already tired from her night out with her friends. So, Lillian will pick me up around seven a.m. tomorrow.

I felt my stomach growl and I tried to stand which I haven't done in 48 hours. So I decided to try to stand and thank God, I feel better now. I walked out of the room and tried to get to the kitchen. The lights in the living room and hallway is dimly lit. I checked at my watch and it's already eleven in the evening. An not so elderly woman came in out of nowhere and almost gave me a heart attack to ask what I wanted. I told her that I was famished and she didn't understand. I thought since the house is so exquisite I need to speak elegantly too.