"Are you okay now?" Tyler asked as soon as he came out of the bathroom. I couldn't deny that I was very restless. Since Tyler and I were now husband and wife, we were supposed to share the same room, and because of that, I didn't feel like I could sleep soundly with Tyler here.
"What’s wrong?" Tyler waited for my answer.
"Err..." I hesitated.
"It’s okay. Spill it."
"I... Can I sleep on the sofa?" I requested softly. I observed Tyler's reaction. He paused for a moment before nodding and giving me a forced smile. I knew he was trying to be considerate, and I was grateful. But I also couldn't deceive myself. I was not Hanna.
"Fine, but let me sleep on the sofa. You can sleep on the bed," he replied, then took a pillow from beside me and placed it on the sofa, lying down there. I felt relieved and, ‌my feelings were mixed. I would be lying if I said I didn't feel sorry to him. I laid down, staring at the ceiling and glancing briefly at the sofa. The room was only illuminated by the table lamp. I intentionally didn't close it because I was afraid to sleep in the dark. Better dim than pitch black.
"Tyler..." I called out, checking if he had already slept.
"Hmm..."
"Are you asleep?"
"Not yet. I can't sleep thinking about you."
I fell silent. Tyler was being straightforward to where my cheeks blushed. I sighed before continuing.
"Err... I want to know how we met and how we ended up together. I mean, maybe if you tell me, I can recall it? Right?"
"Oh my god, you're a genius! Why didn't I ever think of that?" Tyler exclaimed excitedly. I made an incredulous face. What? Seriously, he never thought of that?
" Hmm... Let’s just say that both of us were the most popular ones at university back then. Wait, Alan was popular too. So, the three of us could be considered the most popular trio, and..."
Tyler started telling the story, and he kept going. Let me summarize everything Tyler told me. According to Tyler, he, Alan, and I knew each other since childhood because our families were close. Typical, rich families. Tyler and Alan used to play at my house when we were kids because their families were busy, and since then, we've always been together until elementary school, high school, and university. According to Tyler, we were popular in university not only because we were rich, but also our academic and sports achievements were outstanding.
It was a 360-degree difference from the life I lived when my mother married my father. I yawned widely, forcing my eyes to stay open. Tyler hadn't finished telling the story of my love story with him or what made me choose him as a life partner. But it's true what people say, men and women can never be just good friends. I yawned for the second time, and then I didn't realize when I drifted off to sleep.
 
 
I woke up from sleep when the clock showed eight in the morning. I stretched and noticed that Tyler was no longer on the sofa. Perhaps he had already gone to work. As I was about to get out of bed, I saw a note attached to the bedpost. I rubbed my eyes and read the contents of the note. 
 
Good morning, honey. Have a nice day. You're still beautiful as always :) 
Is Tyler always this romantic? I stared at the note for a while. My cheeks warmed up. I shook my head while patting my cheeks a few times. I placed the note back on the table and quickly made my way to the bathroom. I spent almost an hour cleaning myself up. There were many things on my mind. I knew that the future had changed much more than I thought. 
There was one more thing I needed to find out. My mother. I needed to meet her and ask about everything. I needed to know who she married and why she didn't marry my father. My heart still ached thinking about my siblings. But I couldn't be weak. I needed to find out what I could do to restore things to how they used to be. 
After getting ready half-heartedly, I went downstairs to find Johanna and ask her about my mum. She was pouring tea as I arrived at the dining table. 
"Up early, Hanna?" 
"Is it really early? Usually, if I wake up at eight, I'd get scolded by my father. Seems like I'm just a spoiled brat. Wait, am I criticizing myself here?" 
"Usually, you will  wake up at twelve noon. No time for breakfast, straight to lunch," Johanna said with a laugh. 
"Seriously?" I was astonished. I really was a spoiled brat. Not just saying it, but it was a fact. 
"Hanna, I'm not prying. If you don't mind me asking, how are you today? Okay? Tyler told me you've lost your memory. Is that true?" Johanna asked. I noticed tears welling up in her eyes. 
"Sit down. Let's eat together..." I invited her, pouting my lips towards the empty chair in front of me. 
"Oh, is it okay? I'm fine standing, plus you don't like people bothering you while you eat. I don't want to disturb you..." Johanna hesitated, wiping her tears several times. 
"It's okay. I don't enjoy eating alone. It feels lonely. Please join me, Johanna? We'll eat together. If you don’t,  I won't eat either..." I gestured, trying to encourage her. Johanna, who seemed reluctant, eventually had no choice but to agree. I grinned. Quickly, I put a piece of bread on her plate. 
"Make sure you finish your meal!" 
Johanna looked at me with teary eyes. She wiped her tears with the end of her shirt. Her nose and eyes were red. I smiled faintly and took a tissue from the table, handing it to Johanna. She wiped away the tears that kept flowing. 
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to cry; it's just that I'm touched. In all the years I've taken care of you, this is the first time you've invited me to eat together and put bread on my plate..." Johanna spoke with a hoarse voice. I guessed it. But I didn't think my behavior was that bad. I didn't understand. Are all rich people like this? 
"It's okay. You don't need to apologize. You did nothing wrong. To answer your earlier question, I'm okay. I lost my memory, but the doctor said it's temporary, so there's nothing to worry about. Eat. It's getting cold." Johanna nodded. Silence fell as Johanna and I enjoyed our meal. My appetite vanished when I thought about my siblings. I pushed the plate aside. 
"Is my cooking not good, Hanna?" Johanna asked. 
"No. It's not because of your cooking. I just can't eat. I'm reminded of my mother. Do you know where she is now?" I asked. Johanna's reaction changed. She avoided eye contact with me. I suddenly felt uneasy. 
"Where's my mother?" 
"Err... Actually, Tyler didn't allow me to tell you. He's afraid you might get disturbed. You've never really cared about your mother before, but this time, Tyler said it's better not to tell you. Maybe you should ask Tyler? I'm afraid he might scold me for telling you..." I froze. Shocked by the realization that I had never cared about my mother. Was I really that terrible in the future? Tyler wouldn't just ask Johanna to keep quiet for no reason. There's only one logical explanation–either something bad happened to my mother or...
I shook my head. It couldn't be.
"Johanna, where's Alan? Did you see him?" I looked around for Alan. If Johanna couldn't tell me, Alan must know something.
"Are you looking for me?" I turned towards Alan, who had just come out of the kitchen door. I felt relieved seeing him nearby.
"Alan, I need to go somewhere. Can you accompany me?" I asked, my face filled with hope. Alan nodded.
"Sure. Let’s go then."