@ Front Door

(Seems like I forgot something but since I don't remember what is it, I cannot do anything about it)

Uh, um, okay. Suddenly I remembered who she is. She is Garcia, my neighbor. She lives next door. Well, not directly next door, but one after it. The one besides mine. What was that called? 2nd degree neighbor? The next door after the next door neighbor? The neighbor after neighbor? Whatever. Anyway, I have to stop her before she makes her move.

"I'm sorry Garcia. My fault. I just wanted to pretend that I have amnesia or something" Or maybe I really have but I just don't remember about it?

"Don't worry Roland, I am also just going to pretend that I'm the one who made you suffer Amnesia." While saying that, she is starting to walk toward me. Slowly.

"Ah, my bad. Really. Please. Stop. Spare me." I instinctively moved back little by little, holding both my hands in front of me.

"I'm just joking Roland. Am I really that scary?" She put up a 'sad' face which I don't believe she had.

"No, not scary. I just afraid of the side effects if we got tangled into a lot of direct body contact." Wait, where did that kind of excuse came from? Stupid me!

After I said that, she stopped moving toward me blinking confused while staring at me intently.

"Ah, all right then. If you say so, Roland." Somehow I saw a little bit of a tinge red on her cheeks, but I guess it's just my imagination.

"So, um. What brings you here, Garcia?" I ask her nonchalantly.

"Ah, nothing important. Just to remind you of your promise of course." She answered casually.

"Promise? What promise?" I respond coolly.

"See. I knew I should have jumped on you." Jumping on me, er, nope, she did not do that. Maybe I wanted her to do that? Wait, why do I make too many promise? And I don't even remember any of them?

(Seems like I forgot something but since I don't remember what is it, I cannot do anything about it)

"Ah, yes. I remember that promise. Yeah, sorry, but, I just forgot it again. What was it now?" I try to stall for some time, but seeing her smile twitching and both her hands started convulsing, I immediately told her the promise.

"Okay, okay. I know. I said that I wanted to join the gym that you are going to. But why the rush? Must I really do it today? I still could go there tomorrow. Or the day after tomorrow." Or next week, or next month, or next year. I told her what's on my mind. Well, at least some of it.

"But that's what you said yesterday. And the day before yesterday." She protested.

"I know that when you promised me, you did not say when you will do it. But, Roland, do you really want to make me wait for you longer? You want to keep me waiting for you?" Uh, when she said that, it could be interpreted in a wrong way about what the promise is. But seeing her 'want to cry' face that I still hardly believe that she has, I guessed that I should just do it?

"Oh my, I didn't know that you two have that kind of a relationship." Suddenly a middle-aged woman, from next door, walked by past my front door and give out such comment to me and Garcia. Because the door was still open and we were both in quite an awkward position while saying such things to each other. Before we both could react, the next door neighbor already gets back inside her place, not wanting to get involve with our argument.

"But, but, I must go to work Garcia, and...."

"The work could wait. I know what you are doing. It won't take long. You just need to come to the Gym with me. That's all. Then you could go to work." before I could finish my other excuse, Garcia already cut it short and deny it.

"Fine, you win Garcia. I'm going to come with you." Finally I gave in and just thought, why not.

"Thank you Roland. For not running away again. It's very tiresome to chase after you." Garcia said.

"Wait, what? Run away?" Uh, did I do that previously? And before that too?

"Don't tell me you did not remember running away from me? The first time I did not manage to catch you. But the next I was at least able to tackle you and pin you down. Wait, is that maybe why your memory is jumbled up? Did I hit you too hard?" Yeah, right. Maybe that's why I said too many direct body contact is bad.

(Seems like I forgot something but since I don't remember what is it, I cannot do anything about it)