I've checked my father's mobile tonight and I've found out that my mystery caller was indeed my halfsister in Dubai. I felt a little disappointed.
Later tonight, my other sister, Annalyn and I were walking home from our store, which is about a few blocks away from our house, when we walked into our cousin Joy. It's been a few months since she's been gone from our place after she got engaged. She says her wedding's set on December 18, a day after my father's birthday. I've noticed that she was wearing red and I remembered that she celebrates her birthday every September. I felt pretty guilty that I couldn't remember her birthday to think that she is one of my closest friends and almost best at being that. Feeling certain that her birthday had already passed, I greeted her Belated Happy Birthday, but I was damn wrong. It was her birthday as I speak.
Then it struck me, deliberately ignoring the fact that I made a mistake in greeting Joy the wrong way. Something came in my mind. Since I've made yet another mistake in thinking that it was Shiela who was trying to call me last night, a single memory of her kept coming back in my mind. All of a sudden, the night we first made love kept coming back to me as if it was just yesterday. That stupid phone number brought me back to that night. I could vividly remember every single detail. It made me feel so hot that I can't stop remembering that I was the first man to ever get inside her. Those memories kept repeating in my mind last night until I fall asleep. And after that peculiar dream, I've been starting to feel something's going wrong. I haven't figured out why it's happening and it's not making any sense, until now.
I kept recalling the things as they were two years ago then I've realized that the memories that are coming back to me happened exactly two years ago. The night we first made love was right after Joy's birthday and about the same time I am writing this journal. If Shiela could've been dead right now, it could've definitely given me the creeps. Knock on wood.