Office Diaries - Chapter 108

Ria now realized that her dreams weren’t her imagination at all but memories— memories which her other “self” had engraved deep within her sub-consciousness. Even when the other “her” had gone, her heart which beat for this one person remained.

Having all her memories intact with the help of the doctors, Ria finally found her answers. From Seoul, she rushed back into this house in Singapore to see her husband— to be with him again.

She was sure Michael knew about her condition. He had been protecting her after all from the start, staying at the advertising company even though he had other duties he had to attend to. Ria knew her husband loved her so much he’d do everything and anything he could for her.

She couldn’t even begin to imagine how he had been suffering these past few months. Ria now understood what those pained expressions meant when her husband thought she couldn’t see him looking at her.

But their pain and suffering would end. Soon.

Now, she was mȧkɨnġ ŀȯvė with her husband for real. This was no longer a dream. Just like Eros and Psyche, even after all the meddling Aphrodite did, they still ended up in each other’s embrace— and she would make sure of that.

“Love,” Michael whispered as he lowered his head to capture her lips.

His huge but gentle hands pushed her on the bed as one of them sneaked inside the robe to expose her ċhėst, his fingers settling on one hardened nɨppŀė, teasing it. Ria closed her eyes, basking in the delicious torment her husband’s ministration was giving her. Their tongues entwined as their kiss deepened, the hands which were ċȧrėssing her grew bolder and she found herself being freed from her robe.

Having worn nothing underneath, she felt a little embarrassed when he raised his head to stare at her nȧkėdness. Biting her bruised lip, she tried to cover herself but wasn’t able to when her husband stopped her hand.

“Mikey?” she called out weakly as Michael lowered himself on top of her, her lips seeking her neck, ŀɨċkɨnġ the sėnsɨtɨvė skin there, making his wife hotter and needier.

Her shallow breaths filled the room in no time as her husband’s hands and lips began to travel all over her, trailing fire in their wake, until she could feel his warm breath in between her thɨġhs.

Her eyes widening in realization of what was about to happen, she was at the verge of protesting when her husband’s warm lips clamped onto her womanhood, kissing her so intimately.

“AAAAAHHH…” her protests then turned into cries of pŀėȧsurė as he continued to tease her with his tongue.

Her hands clamped on his hair as he continued his sweet torment. Her vision blurring, her stomach constricting as she felt the coming release nearer, she let out mȯȧns of pŀėȧsurė.

On the other hand, Michael’s heart pounded seeing her near the edge. His fingers began playing with her entrance as he prepared her. It had been two months since they made love since his “wife” hadn’t appeared again after the last time.

He carefully ċȧrėssed the pinkish folds which had now started twitching, anticipating the joining of their bodies. Feeling that it had softened considerably, he pulled his mouth away and positioned himself in between her thɨġhs. With their eyes clouded by ŀust and brimming with all the tenderness they felt for each other locked, he guided his manhood in her opening.

Feeling the meaty shaft, she gasped but her huff was soon gone when he claimed her lips once more as he entered her fully.

“Ria…” Michael called and she turned to her husband and smiled at his gentle expression.

“I love you…” Ria suddenly blurted.

His eyes widened as he stopped moving. “Say that again,” he ordered and she followed.

“I love you,” she told him once more with voice ringing with truth.

With emotions overflowing within him, his eyes filled with tears as he smiled.

“I love you,” he whispered back over and over again as he continued to make love with Ria, his wife all through the night.

The morning came, and like always, Michael was the first one to wake up.

As they lay entwined on the bed, with Ria resting her head on Michael’s shoulder, the young CEO stared at the ceiling, contemplating. In a few hours, it would be morning and the other “Ria” would soon take over his wife’s body.

Glancing at the sleeping figure in his arms, he felt sadness enveloping his heart once again.

Ria had been wonderful last night. His wife had told him “I love you,”— something that she never said again after they lost their baby.

Michael wanted to stay with her longer, but he knew he had to leave. If the other “Ria” woke up and saw him nȧkėd next to her in bed, he knew it would be more difficult for him to explain things.

With the camera he asked his cousin to attach to the artificial plants, he watched as his wife answered all of Charles’s questions.

“What are you doing here?” Charles asked seriously. After marrying Michael, Ria had already resigned so why was she there now?

“You asked me to come and work here right?” Ria answered with a frown.

“When was that?”

“Three months ago, after the competition,” Ria answered, her frown deepening. “You came to me and invited me to work here. You even brought the contract on my graduation day,” she reminded and Charles’s mouth formed an “O”.

“When did you graduate?”

“Two months ago,” she replied as she sighed. “Look, if you don’t want me to work here anymore just tell me outright okay? There’s no sense in answering all these stupid questions, wasting my time for nothing.” She quickly got up but Charles stopped her.

“Please sit down,” Charles asked and Ria hesitated but followed. “These aren’t stupid questions alright? This is SOP. Since this interview is recorded, I want you to answer my questions regardless of how silly you think they may be,” he added and Ria nodded.

“What’s your full name, age and what day is it today?”

“My name is Ria Davis, twenty-two years old and today’s June 10, 2009.”

Michael who had been watching the whole interview’s jaws dropped in shock. That day was June 10, 2011, their first wedding anniversary and his wife’s already twenty-four years old.

He had thought back then that since Ria had been very depressed, she would take her out to dinner for their special day as a surprise. Instead, he was the one who had been surprised.

As days passed, Michael noticed that his wife, Ria, not only had retrograde amnesia, but it turned out that she had a dual personality too.

And so…his days of torture began.

Michael could no longer hold his wife. He could only watch her from the camera which he had installed in her office. At night though, whenever he thought she was already sleeping, he would come home and watch her sleep.

He was at a loss as to what to do. He wanted to shake this other “Ria” so that she would remember him, but he was scared at the same time. His wife after all wanted a divorce.

It was his fault that his wife suffered in his mother’s hands. If she woke up, Ria might blame him for the loss of their baby too. He was scared, and so he let everything remained as it was. He even asked for all the calendars to be removed and banned in the company, creating the new system.

At night however, his wife sometimes resurfaced and they would make love. But those times became less and less as months passed and he feared that his wife would completely disappear— and so as late as he might be, he finally decided to talk to Ria and tell her the truth.

After spending time with the “other” her, he was sure that somehow she was in love with him too. But he failed. His mother meddled yet again and now the “other” her didn’t want anything to do with him.

“Love…” he whispered as he gently traced his wife’s cheeks with his fingers. “I have to go now. The other you might wake up in a while and it will be harder for me to talk to you,” he continued to whisper before placing a soft kiss on his wife’s rosy lips.

“I love you Ria, and I miss you so much. I hope… I hope that the other you would agree to have treatment when I tell her about you…”

His voiced cracked up as he tried to control his emotions however hard it was. With a last kiss on her cheek, he shifted on the bed and tried to get up but a hand stopped him from moving.

Huh?