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       Gertrude woke up not knowing who she was and where she came from. Discover how wonderfully a smoking roasted chicken brought her to the care of the wealthy and kind-hearted Mike. Mike’s wife realized that Nema looked exactly like the young lady who introduced herself as his daughter. Is Nema his daughter, or is she someone else? Read and discover the deepest secret of Nema’s true identity. The original Tagalog version of this story was already finished on July 2012 here on Blogger.com.                                                                                              

                                          Chapter 1
           

           "I just want to talk to my father..." the tearful begging of a girl.

 

           "Get out of our house, and don't you ever come back again!"
           "Have pity on me..."
           Can't you understand what I'm saying? Get lost!"

           "Have mercy on me; could you at least give this school magazine to my father, this contains my name and my picture."

           "Fine, just give me that thing so you could leave," the lady said. The girl handed her the magazine and left afterwards.

            "I'm leaving, I'm going to the Grand Hotel to meet up with some suppliers and I might go to the showroom to check out some new cars. Are you leaving the house today huh?" the man said.  

           "Yes, I'm going downtown to buy something," the answer of the lady.

           "Could you please shut down my computer in our room, I think I left it on. What are you holding in your hands, huh?"

           "Nothing, I just need to throw this tiny trash out."

                                    Chapter 2

          "Where's this place?" wonders the young lady, she stood up from where she was laying. "Ouch, my tummy is aching..." She saw a house nearby so she approached it and knocked. But nobody was answering so she was forced to leave and slowly walked until she reached a road that was so 

noisy, too many moving cars, many people walking and in a such a hurry as if they needed to fulfill some important commitments. 

          Abruptly her hands felt her tummy. She noticed a big restaurant nearby. She approached it. She could smell the aroma of a newly cooked roasted chicken. Slowly, she walked towards the door of the restaurant. She hesitated whether she was coming in or not. And because she was really hungry she gathered enough courage and forced herself to come in. She walked slowly and quietly. Slowly she saw the newly served roasted chicken on the expensive and beautiful table. She looked at the roasted chicken for a moment, slowly she approached the table. 

         The tall and handsome man sitting at the table looked up and stared at her for some time. "Can I help you young 

lady?" he asked the young lady looking at him.

          He noticed her hesitation so he invited her to sit in front of him. "You could sit down if you want."

          Shyly the young lady
sat in front of him.

          He looked intently at her once again. "Are you hungry huh? You could eat some if you want."

          "Really," the young lady finally said.

           The handsome tall man then took some Chooks to go roasted chicken and placed it on a plate. "Here eat some, this is really delicious."

           "Thank you," she said. The young lady then ate the roasted chicken. 

           The kind man could see that the young lady liked the roasted chicken he gave her. He smiled at her.

           She smiled back at him and afterwards continued 

eating.

           "Here, drink this,” kindly, he said as he handed her a cold glass of water.

           She immediately drank the water that he gave her. Finally she was done eating. 

           He smiled once again at her. "What's your name huh?" he asked. She didn't answer so he repeated his question. "What's your name?"

          The young lady just couldn't answer. She didn't know, she couldn't remember her name, she didn't know who she was. 

          "What's wrong, you seem to be thinking so hard for my simple question." 

           On her seat, she kept on thinking what her name was but she just couldn't remember it. She kept on thinking over 

and over again, but she just couldn't remember anything.  

           The kind man looked at her once more for a moment sensing her discomfort. "I said what your name is? By the way I'm  Hans."

            "I'm really sorry but I just couldn't remember my name," the young lady's confused answer.

            "Don't tell me you've got amnesia? Are you sure you're not just making a fool of me? Seriously, you really can't remember who you are? The man asked repeatedly. "What do I call you then?"

            The young lady thought for a moment. "Ah...maybe, you can just call me Nema for now," the young lady answered hesitantly.

          "You want me to just call you Nema? What a coincidence."

          "What coincidence?" 

          "Just ignore what I said," Ernest just said. "So it follows that you also doesn't know where you actually came from," the kind man
added.

          "I really couldn't tell for sure, I just woke up moments ago feeling hungry so I started looking for something to eat," the young lady narrated. 

           "You really have amnesia then," the man finally said. "You know, even with a slightly dirty face, I could see you're a very pretty and cute young lady. I say maybe you're about eighteen years old. Wait you could easily be taken as my daughter," smiling Mike noticed.   

         "I can be taken as your daughter..." the young lady just said looking at him.  

      

         "Yeah, you kind of look like me. But I don't really have a child and I wish had one. Since we're all done eating, maybe we should start moving out from my restaurant. Any moment now, we're going to open
and the customers would start coming in," Mike narrated.

          "What, you own this place?" the young lady asked.

          "Yes, this is mine. Come, stand up," he ordered and stood.

          "Where are we going?" The young lady inquired and stood.

          "I'm going home now," he told her. "Come and follow me. I just can't leave you here like that, considering that you can't remember anything at all. Come home with me so you can clean up," Mike invited kindly.