STRANGERS WITH MEMORIES

Chapter 1- Moving Out

THE cold breeze blew throughout my room, the rainy season is coming. My clothes are packed for my move out this time, it's hard to let go all the memories I used to remember. I am settled, the only thing I shall do is to leave and took my last step at the door. This place is where he left me crying, he left without explaining himself, left and did not bother to ask what I feel, and says he don't owe me an apology.

My hearts says I should stay and wait for his apology, but my mind says it requires to practice being independent again. I am standing at my apartments veranda and grasping some fresh air while reminiscing the best part how my heart were first brokened. He won't knock at my door anymore when he missed me, there's no morning flowers on the bedside table, no greetings, dates and out of the country. He broke me. He don't feel how his foul and hurtful words sliced me into pieces. From the day he become my suitor, until the day he become a stranger. Isn't it weird, we meet people and shared both the stories of each others life then end up like they never know who they are? We are strangers, yes, but with memories.

"Claire! When do you plan to get up? We meet people to forget, not to reminisce how they hurt us." my mom said weird things, and yes I'm Claire, 24 years old, too old to live with her mom but she insist. Mom don't have anyone to live with. Dad died when I was in high school, in a plane crash. My older sisters lived with their husbandos and I am here. Broken hearted and don't believe in happy ever after.

"5 more minutes, mom." I exclaimed. But mom insisted and wake me up by opening the curtains. With the beams of sun, I am forced to get up.

"You have plans? Except from laying on your bed the whole day? Anything else?"

"I don-",

"Then let's go shopping b***h, get outta here and eat breakfast.", yea, she's my mom.

I wear black pants and an extra large red hoodie. I dont care.Then I went to garage to wait mom.

"Let's- WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU WEARING!?" noisy enough to make me please her.

"Mom please,, just let me. OK?" I said while getting into the car. "I hate what you are wearing, young lady.Love yourself and make the best out of you or I'll look for someone to babysit and teach you to be a normal single- adult?", lecturing while driving, a multitasking mother.

Walking and following her the entire hours, we did not went to mall for ourselves, we complete her grocery list... and went home exhausted carrying grocery bags full of soda cans and snacks.

Mom is crazy, if she's reading this she will scold me for sure.

Anyways, five days has spent but Claire did nothing. I am so unproductive, different from who I used to be, from who I really am. Wake up, eat, s**t and sleep. None of my friends asked if I am fine,, because I don't have anyone, just my mom.

But don't call me momma's girl, she only cares for me because I'm the only one she has by her side.

Weeks later, I decided to work at my moms'. I'm busy enough with my anxiety to look for job that my talent fits in. I work as an assistant manager in a cafè. Its my mothers best addiction ever, that she even built a lot of it in different places.

So, Claire assigned to sit back and relax, because the manager do all the works. He only tells me what to do if there's any. For everyones information, I'm the daughter of its founder, don't test me. As in, don't ever.

I realized that months has been passed since my first experience in heartbreak. I want real love, I am not a teen anymore. Love with no lies, shits and with only pure intentions, that's what I want. No, I deserve it.

"Where's the young lady?", I heard mom and few conversation with staff. "You should atleast pretend doing a job, if you won't you'll be moneyless.", she warned be.

"Thanks mom for keeping me here, I forgot all my grief and bad things I used to think every day inside my room. " instead of replying to her warning I tell her how thankful I am.

"Then you should work even more, don't thank me, entertain guests atleast."

"This is cafè mom, not a party."

"Treat everyone as guests, atleast do that. "

I went down from terrace to look and entertain some of moms so-called guests. My eyes seen a familiar gesture at the entrance door, wearing a formal suit. I lose my balance but at least I don't dropped myself at the floor to get attention. Though he look manly at this moment, from a far distance I want to go away from here. My heart skipped a beat.

He's not familiar, he is the stranger with memories.