Twenty years after…
"Enara."
He mumbled in his sleep.
He stirred waking up but still kept his eyes closed. He dreamt of her again. Enara. Her soft and straight brown hair being blown by the wind on that summer day of May in the wide field of wildflowers blooming in the desert. He was her childhood love when he was still living in Lunara, the City of the Moon before he fell under the moon sky one full moon twenty years ago and woke up in an unfamiliar city he now lives in called New York.
"Shane, will you please get up? We'll be late for work."
A woman's voice roused him up and he opened his eyes to see a woman whose blond hair was done in a high ponytail wearing a blazer and pants in ivory while doing her make-up in front of the vanity mirror.
"Oh, no, I have to go ahead of you."
She said looking at her phone. She turned around and faced him looking at him with her blue eyes.
"Chris just texted me to come early today for the presentation."
She looked down at her phone again typing her reply.
"I'm leaving first. See you at work, Shane."
She said in a rush closing the door of the bedroom then re-opened couldn't e again.
"By the way, I've already prepared your breakfast. Come down soon, honey. It's already seven. Bye!"
She closed the door behind her.
"Thanks, Kat. See you at work."
He said in a loud raspy voice through the closed door.
He got out of bed and headed straight into the shower, stripping his pajamas, then opening the faucet and drowning himself under the warm water. Waking himself up from sleepiness. From the dream, he just woke up from. Waking himself and forgetting that there was once a girl named Enara who he used to love in the past.
He pressed the body wash and lathered himself. Took the shampoo and rubbed it through his curly light golden hair. Drowned himself once again under the warm water. Then, turned off the faucet.
He took the towel and dried himself and wrapped it around his waist. Then, got out of the bathroom.
He rummaged through his closet and changed into his work clothes. Picked his watch and put it on his wrist. Put his black-rimmed glasses hiding behind a pair of beautiful amber eyes that can only see in near sight without it. And ran a comb through his hair.
When he put back the comb on the surface, he opened the side drawer of the cabinet and took a box locked on its front. He's been meaning to give it to her but he just couldn't find the right timing. Katarina always seemed to be busy with work. They were busy these last few weeks.
He unlocked the box, took a small box, and opened it. A beautifully cut diamond was lying perfectly on the middle of the silver ring resting against the black cushion of the navy blue felt box.
He'll ask her after work this afternoon. It's about time.
"Hey, Kat. Would you like us to go stroll by the park after work?"
Shane asked Katarina who was busy typing in front of her PC.
She looked up at him through her glasses. She usually wore glasses when she's become busy with work.
"Sure, no problem. Wait for me for a bit, will you? I just need to write this fast. It's the deadline, Shane."
"No problem, Kat. Take all the time in the world. I'll wait for you."
"Thanks."
He returned to his station and looked over his work once again doing edits here and there.
"You're rather jumpy today, Shane."
Shane heard a gruff voice to his right side. He peered to his side and watched the elder man with short dark brown hair typing fast on his PC.
"Am I so easy to read, Steve?"
"Not when you're energy can be felt all around the floor."
"Am I?" He asked with a nervous smile. "I'm sure I'm acting perfectly normal today."
"Not when you talk to almost all the employees on the floor or act too helpful. You're acting weird today, bro."
"Hey, Shane. I've got something to ask you. Will you come here for a second?" asked a senior writer from the far corner of the room.
"Give me a sec, Mike. Coming over."
Shane replied and got to his feet fast.
He returned after ten minutes.
"That's what I mean, Shane."
Steve said shaking his head.
"What's the deal bro?"
"I'm meaning to ask Kat for—" said Shane when something fell from the pocket of his pants. He twitched his mouth. He couldn't be clumsy today.
"Oh, now I get it," said Steve with a wide smile on his face looking at the blue box. "Way to go, man."
He added tapping him by the shoulders.
He rose from his chair and called Katarina whose office was situated in front of them where they were located two stations away from its opened front door. She worked as the assistant editor-in-chief. Her office was annexed to the editor-in-chief who was busy herself in the next room.
"Hey, Katarina! Congratulations!" he shouted looking at her.
"Whatever for, Steve?" asked Katarina looking at him in confusion.
"Just whatever for, Kat."
He said with a big grin on his face.
"Whatever, you idiot. Get back to work, Steve."
"Will do, lass." He said sitting back. "That's what I love about that girl. She's got a spike."
He looked at her and said seriously, "Don't spoil it, Shane."
"Thanks for spoiling it, Steve."
"Don't worry. She has no idea."
"Thanks for the confidence, bro."
They were seated on a bench by the park overlooking the lake where a group of swans was gliding through the glassy water. The sun was bright and golden on a late afternoon. Shane was finishing his ice cream while Katarina was still eating her ice cream while sipping coffee once in a while.
"Do you think I should just mix this inside the coffee?" she asked looking at him.
"Why don't you try it?" he said observing her. "Then, you won't have to lick it while sipping coffee at the same time. It makes me dizzy, Kat, looking at you."
"Why don't I try it?"
Kat said then opened the cover of the coffee and put it to her side her and dumped the vanilla ice cream on her coffee. She used the cone to stir it inside the mix.
"Now, the cone melted into the coffee."
"It's just the same when you dip Oreo in the milk."
"Yeah, you're right, Shane." She sipped the coffee now mixed with vanilla. "It's good." She took a longer sip. "It's really good."
"Try it."
Kat said shoving the cup close to his mouth. Shane took a sip. "It's good, Kat. Now, finish it. I know you love coffee and vanilla."
She continued sipping through the straw until it already sounded. She rose from the seat and threw the cup to a nearby trash can. Then, she went back to him.
"Phew! Thanks for inviting me to enjoy a late afternoon date here, Shane."
She said looking at him while stretching her arms in the air then looked past him to enjoy the late afternoon view of the lake where the golden beam of the sun was reflected through its waters.
"It's relaxing."
"Yeah, you're right, Kat. We've been busy the past few weeks."
"You can say that, Shane."
Then he looked seriously at her and knelt before her.
"What are you doing, Shane?" she asked surprised. "Oh my god! Really?"
He nodded and smiled back at her.
"Really. I'm 100% serious. May I do the honor, Kat?"
"As you please, darling."
"Then, Katarina Sebastian, will you do me the honor of being my wife? Will you marry me?" he asked opening the box before her.
Katarina clapped both her hands to her mouth and removed them.
"Yes. Yes!"
"Thank you, Kat."
He said and slid the ring on her finger.
He stood up and they kissed passionately under the warm afternoon sun savoring the moment embedding the memory in their hearts. Then, he hugged her.
As Shane was wrapped in an embrace with his new fiancée Katarina Sebastian, his hands and arms locked on her hair and her back, inside Central Park by the lake, strands of straight long brown hair caught his sight.
A strangely unfamiliar woman was passing by the walking pavement a few meters away from where they were standing. Something fell while she was walking and stopped by the center to pick it up.
Then, she turned to look at him.
"Enara."
Shane said caught in a trance.
He wouldn't believe his eyes.It couldn't be.She wouldn't be here.Enara was alive in Lunara a million lifetime ago.But those eyes were looking back at him.This is New York City. She couldn't be here.He looked back at her closely focusing and studying everything about her appearance—her hair, her stand, her figure. She stood with her straight back, her form was slender. She was wearing a bright yellow summer dress and a pair of cream sandals. A gold purse bag was slung on her shoulders. Her long brown hair swept past her shoulders. They gleamed like caramel under the lights of the afternoon sun. It reminded him of the way her hair shone under the May summer sky then.He blinked.She looked away and walked on.The unknown stranger continued walking until she disappeared before his sight."Enara. Enara!"Shane said and shouted when the woman was no longer around."What are you saying, Shane?"
"Rana!"A woman's voice was bright as the sun called to her.The woman called Rana jerked her head towards the woman who just called her by her name. Shane turned around to see a woman with short wavy blond hair wearing navy blue shorts, a white t-shirt, and a pair of denim tennis shoes. A violet jacket was tied around her waist and a thin golden necklace hang on her shirt. She had a backpack on her shoulders and was carrying a picnic basket."Why are you so late? I've been waiting for you for the past thirty minutes now."She said looking at her watch then back at Rana darkly."Please don't tell me you've lost your direction again.""I was trying, Julienne. I'm sorry. Don't be mad at me.""You're such a child, Ran.""It can be so much trouble finding the direction to be here. And besides, I found cute deers as I was walking on my way here. And I needed to use the toilet.""You were feeding swans," said Julienne rolling
Rana went down as she heard a couple left the store with the bell chiming upon being closed.She was walking down the stairs when she heard a voice of a man and a woman who appeared to be undecided whether they would buy the bracelet or not. She would have gotten down fast to see how it was going but stopped herself when she heard the shy voice of Noreen, her young assistant trying to persuade the customers to buy it.She hid a smile to herself.Working over a month now at her A&V Shop, Noreen has shown wonderful progress. She started the job being a very silent type of assistant and Rana was quite worried because she needed someone good at selling her antiques and vintage items. Her previous assistant Ariadne who was twenty-five years old was a brighter and more talkative sort who could easily sell to customers but she was eight months pregnant and decided she needed leave for her pregnancy so Rana decided to give her one last month.Rana could do th
"See you, Monday, Ran." Noreen said as Rana closed the door of the shop. "Have a great weekend, Noreen," said Rana looking briefly at her and raising her hand in a wave. "Bye." Noreen turned her back and walked on. Rana locked the door with her key and hid it back inside the inside pocket of her bag. She closed her shop at five when it's Saturday. She walked in the opposite direction Noreen took and headed along the streets deciding to buy cakes as she passed by a patisserie shop to give herself and Julienne a sweet treat. It was Saturday after all after a long working weekday. She knew that Julienne would feel elated seeing it. That woman loves cakes more than her. It's her behemoth addiction. What amazed Rana about Julienne was despite her best friend amassing a large quantity of sugar in her system she didn't get fat easily. Julienne has a beautiful curvy body which Rana envied while she could only be either slender if not so skinny. She passed a meat shop and bought roasted
Julienne was out on the top floor of the building hanging the bed laundries that she just finished washing. It was Saturday. She’d been alone in the apartment since Rana left for work very early. She woke up past nine am earlier and just lazed around the entire morning. She watched at least two films--a romantic and an action movie. By the time she finished watching the two films, it was already lunch. So, she closed the TV for a while and went to the kitchen to make shrimp pasta and toss salad for lunch. Then, she made lemonade for her drink. She loves weekends. Especially, Saturdays like this. She can laze all day round and just do whatever she wants. Saturday is her solo day as she likes to call it herself as Rana is out in her shop all day while Sundays are for her and Rana. They decide whatever they want to do together on Sundays. The first day of the week. Before work resumes the next day. She straightened the soft thick white blanket on the pole metal and bent over to get t
The floor was bustling with work. Phones were ringing. Sounds of typing could be heard. People were moving in different directions. "Shane, come to my office for a minute. We need to talk," said the plump woman dressed in a formal black coat covering a white top and gray pants when she came over to Shane's station. She wore thin round gold-rimmed glasses with a gold chain hanging loose with its end secured to the glass support tucked in the ears of a golden hair pulled back in a twist knot. The woman crossed the floor and went inside her office. Shane finished typing the last sentence of his article and saved it. He rose from his chair and walked to the office. He opened the door and closed it. The woman was typing in front of her PC. She sat with a very straight posture. Her name is Laura Simmons, the editor-in-chief of Daily Newspost, their newspaper publication. She stopped when she saw him and looked at him through her glasses. "I like the last article you wrote about the pan
How will I get you out of there? Shane thought as he looked incredulous at the object with utmost intensity. When he lost that bracelet twenty years ago, he gave up the thought of returning to Lunara. But now that he's seen it, there might just be a chance. But he needs to know how to get it out first. He didn't know how to go back to his old home which was metaphorically speaking a billion light-years away. And when he found himself inside this strange place of New York City where he arrived twenty years ago the first thing that he kept looking for was that moon charm bracelet that had been secured to his wrist. It never lost itself while he was still at home back in Lunara despite playing all day long. It had a secure fit that prevented it from falling off his wrist. And now the only thing that reminded him of who he truly was--was securedly locked inside the glass-covered case displayed among the ancients of the world. He was chewing on his cheek as he looked at it with grim fer
She must be Enara. Shane thought in silence. His hands curled at his side. Its knuckles whitened. Shit. Julienne cursed inwardly. Did she just say amnesia? Julienne felt embarrassed revealing Rana's condition to Shane. He looked shocked she noticed. She observed him with fury and asked nicely. "Will you please forget I told you that Rana is an amnesiac?" "Why? It doesn't matter." He retorted. His voice was flat. He tried his best to contain his shock. "You're not supposed to know it," said Julienne with a large sigh escaping her lips. "You're a journalist remember? What if you write something about her on the paper? Amnesiac people are points of interest among sensational newspaper writers. It would deeply hurt Rana." Shane looked back at Julienne's cross expression and gently patted her shoulders. "Don't worry. I don't divulge secrets, Julienne. I'm a news journalist not a gossipmonger nor a tabloid writer," he said with emphasis. She still looked at him with distrustful eyes.