Niko’s Eye

Chapter 25.

"Sunflowers."

Alejandro.

It had been 2 months since Isis had recovered from her profound comma.

More like risen from the dead.

She had suffered a mild case of amnesia and wasn’t able to remember the events leading up to her accident.

Neither did she have a clear image of who exactly Alejandro was to her. He was a total stranger, with a face.

That worried him.

He wasn’t sure if she remembered who she was and who her family was or anything about her for that matter.

He had made sure to contact her grandmother, Belvia.

Alejandro had assured her that he would take care of Isis and there would be no need for her to come back up to Barbados.

He had retrieved her numbers from one of the airport sales agents that had helped him book a plane ticket for her.

She was smart enough to give him the numbers she was going to be using once she was back in Mexico.

Who keeps a simcard for that long though?

He wondered if Isis still had feelings for him.

That’s if they were ever there.

But hadn’t it always been like that. She didn’t know whether she wanted to be with me or not so that puts me in a very compromising position. But I will win her heart. Even if I have to do it all over again.

He was saddened that she had probably forgotten some of the memories that they had shared.

Although they were wasn’t much to remember anyways.

She probably forgot what I look like when I’m angry. She won’t ever get to see that side of me again. Well, atleast not in the beastly manner. She won’t ever be able to know what it felt like to be told that she had nice butt cheeks. Or maybe I could just tell her again. But it won’t make sense. I mean, when will I ever get into such a situation with h...wait, that’s my demons again right? I see you. I’m not going back there. Nope.

He shook his head fiercely and got back to making Isis the chamomile tea that she had asked for.

You know, I find it kind of funny that people with amnesia still know what foods taste good and which ones don’t. Or how do they even remember the letters of the alphabet, let alone how to speak?

He fanned off his thoughts and proceeded with placing the boiling water into a teacup.

For the past few months, Isis had been quite and very observant. He wondered what really went on in that little head of hers.

But a huge part of him felt so bad for her. She didn’t deserve it at all.

He watched her as she sat in the long, striped, corner sofa, in the sunroom that he had prepared for her before she had come out of the hospital.

He wanted to move her from the room that she had chosen the very first day that she had arrived at his home.

He didn’t think it to be the best room in his 9-bedroomed villa.

But he knew she was an island girl so she needed to have a view of the ocean.

He didn’t want to be too extra with the decor because Isis was a very simple girl.

He kept her room simple and clean.

The interior designers executed his brief really well and all he cared about was that Isis was genuinely happy with it.

He stood in the doorway and observed her as she glowed in the sunlight.

God, she’s so beautiful.

He was sure that most did not only pay attention to her beauty, but also her color.

She had the most beautiful skin he had ever seen.

Burnt Sienna never looked so beautiful on a woman.

She had her black, luscious tresses in what she had called ’twists’.

He smiled at the memory of having tried to help her do her hair the previous night. It helped that she had at least still remembered how to do her own hair.

Trying to help her do it, had been an epic fail.

But one thing he knew wasn’t going to be an epic fail, was his love for Isis and the lengths he’d go to, in order to fulfill his promises to her, and to God.

Which reminded him that he had to go and visit the cathedral.

He planned on taking Isis with him. Maybe that would spark back some memories.

If there was anything he knew about Christianity, it was that, it’s followers were mainly hypocritical people.

But that’s on them though.

He was going to be a genuine Christian.

He braced himself for the judgemental sneers from the Christian multitude, as he sighed heavily and made his way to Isis.

He suddenly thought of what lead to her accident.

He had been contemplating on slowly letting Isis in on what had actually led to her falling down the stairs and hitting her head.

But this might just be the perfect time to tell her the truth about my involvement with that Puebla Viejo contract. She won’t take it so harshly and she’ll be able to understand my point of view so that when her memory does come back, she won’t be so aggressive.

God, but do I confess to her about my other crimes too? I don’t wanna scare her. All in due time.

He bent over Isis, and kissing her forehead, he carefully placed the hot beverage inbetween her hands.

"When you’re done, please get ready love. We’re going to church."

Isis.

Amnesia is a roadblock of sorts, or perhaps a screen that reaches from ground to sky, because I have a sense of it. So I am aware when I am forgetting, when there is something close yet hidden. And yet, I cannot in that moment fathom what it could be. It’s as if I was following a bread crumb trail and it ends, so I stop. So that gives me some ideas as to what is missing from my brain, because if one always got stopped when travelling south, you would know that the blocks are to the south, even if you have no clue as to what they are.

Isis sat in the passenger seat of Alejandro’s car and waited for him to lock up the house.

Her thoughts took her nowhere so she stopped thinking too hard.

It only gave her headaches.

Everything seemed blurry.

She knew her name was Isis. She knew that she had a grandmother who was in Mexico, who called her every day. She knew that her mother had died trying to kill her grandmother. She had been told the details.

Only because she was so inquisitive and hell-bent on finding things out.

The only problem was that, she had no remembrance of the events in itself.

She didn’t even have an image of her mother in her head.

But for some reason, she had remembered her father.

Some of the memories from her childhood would seep through her brain like a kaleidoscope but if she tried to go further, it was a dead end.

She remembered waking up in that hospital bed two months ago and not recognizing any of the faces she saw, looking up at her.

That had been the worst feeling ever.

And then being told that she was suffering from a mild case of amnesia.

Boom.

She had felt all alone.

Until a pair of warm hands had touched her.

In an instant, she felt an electricity of familiarity and immediately knew that she was safe.

Even if she could not see Alejandro in her memories, but she knew that he was entangled in there, somewhere.

It was inexplicable how she was so sure of his presence in her life, before she had lost her memory.

Temporarily.

She sighed nervously and hoped that it would all come back to her in due time.

It pained her that she didn’t remember whatever memories she shared with him but she had believed him when he had told her that he loved her.

She had reciprocated his affection with ease, but was still sad at the loss of her memories.

Where there should have been memories, there were blank spaces, like a soft beige wall bereft of photographs.

Every time Alejandro would come and visit her, it was like meeting someone in a bank who grins and waves and you can’t place them at all.

But a few weeks after that, she was off to live with him.

He was a beautiful man. She had to admit that much.

Some folks wore a smile, but this guy was the smile.

He was so jovial and light-hearted.

He told bad jokes and danced with moves humanity hadn’t had the pleasure of seeing.

He always tried to make her forget what she was going through and that warmed her heart, immensely.

He had a heavy accent but she didn’t even know which country he might possibly be from.

She told herself that she would ask him about himself.

Alejandro had hands that were manicured to perfection and she watched them move as he placed the hot cup of tea inbetween her hands, with a kiss on the forehead to go with it.

She beamed with happiness.

If ever she loved him before she lost her memory, she sure as hell wanted to love him again.