Chapter 4

I ran. I ran away from them. I want to get away. I can't stop my tears from falling. I can't even clearly see my surroundings.

The heaven sympathized with me. In just moment, the clouds cried cats and dogs.

I screamed my heart out until my voice break. I fell on the damp, empty street.

“Why? Why, of all people out there, you chose me to be in this situation?” I hugged myself. “Am I that bad? Did I step on other people's dignity?”

I laid on the cold street and let the heavy drops from the cloud hurt me. Because I feel so empty right now.

"Please, tell me the reason why because I can't recall, I don't know what to believe. I want to blame it all to someone because it fucking hurts that I'm taking it all in."

I stared at the void sky while my tears are pouring together with the rain.

"Dear God, it's so cold in here. Can you take me up there instead?"

I weakly stood up and walked under the rain without any destination in mind. I don't want to go home. It doesn't feel like it was anymore. I feel shy. I don't have a gut to face them for now.

Lies feel at home at first but it hurts when it is revealed. It's even more painful than the truth.

My vision turned blurrier than before and my head started to spin. I gasped for air when I geel like my body's lacking oxygen. My knees feels like a jelly and can't support my weight anu longer.

My body feels weaker than the usual. Shit, I think I'n catching cold. I was about to collapse on the ground when a warm arms catched me. I leaned on his chest and let my weight be a burden to him. I don't care if he's a good person or not. I'm too tired to resist the danger this fucking world has been throwing to my life.

"You look fragile," I heard him sighed. "Let me bring you home." I shook my head and gripped on his shirt.

"Don't you want to go home?" I nodded before I lost my conciousness.

I feel feverish when I woke up. I opened my eyes and fear registered in my system when I noticed I am laying in an unfamiliar bed in an unfamiliar room. I'm not wearing the same clothes I wore yesterday!

My head throbbed when I forced myself to stand up.

"You have a fever, don't push yourself." I looked at the corner of the room, where I heard that baritone voice.

"You, from the subway train. What am I doing here?" I asked and distance myself even more.

He turned his back and was about to leave when I called him.

"You called me Athijha, that means you are a part of my past." I gulped. I courageously stared at his eyes. "Who are you in my life?"

His soft smile turned into melancholic. "I'm your husband, baby. Please, remember me."

It feels like I was bombed. Husband? I gulped. I suddenly remembered what mom told me. My energy is low but it still depleted. My eyes went emotionless.

"Really? But I don't remember getting married." I tried to put enthusiasm in my voice.

He faced me and sat at the edge of the bed. "Yesterday," He looked down. "Was our wedding anniversary."

I blinked several times. I laughed like a madman and when I got over it, I wiped the bead of tear at the corner of my eyes.

"Dude, I'm kidding. I'm Raeya, not Athijha, okay?" I stood up. "Though, I'm grateful that you're the one who happened to save my ass last night. Shit, I would be busted if it's someone devilish pervert. So, Thank you."

He bit his lower lip eyed me.

"Jha, please stop this." He plead.

"Sorry, maybe I look like her but I'm sure my name is Raeya."

"Then what's the meaning of your statements last night? You can't remember anything, right?"

"Hmm yes, I was a casualty of the road accident three months ago and I just woke up last week." I lied. "What's your name?"

He gulped. "Remember my name, Athijha."

"What can I do? Duh, I'm not her. So, your name?"

"Exiquel," He murmured.

"Hmm? Sorry, I didn't catched it."

"I'm Exiquel." I smiled.

"Hmm, I need to go. My parents are probably worried sick. Thanks for taking care of me, Exiquel."

He offered me a ride and was persistent about it but disagree with conviction.

As soon as I made sure that he can't catch me anymore, smile got wiped off on my face. He's my husband.

If my parents were telling the truth, I'd rather stay and be Raeya than to be my old self, Athijha.

"You don't want to go home." He replied.

He placed the tray on the side table. He smiled and touched my forehead.

"You still have a fever. Eat before you drink the medicine."