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ANVIAfter Jeniss got out of the clinic, I lied down on one of the beds to at least relax for how many minutes. It is already classes hours. I should be listening to the boring discussions of my professors rather than lying here and enduring these wounds I got from Kryzel. I should be listening to my bloc mates’ complains and nonsensical chatters. I prefer those than where I am now.I just wondered. What if I didn’t know Jof? What if I didn’t break up with Dernate? Will this still happen? Will Kryzel and I still be the best of friends? What if I never fell out of love? What if I didn’t let myself lay my eyes to someone else? Maybe everything will be just as okay as before. Yes, maybe that’s it, but I also won’t feel the happiness that I felt when I was with Jof. Maybe my life will be as boring as the times when I still don’t know him. I don’t regret meeting him, though. If it wasn’t for him, I can’t experience anything more joyful. I am still gratef

ANVI"Hey." I immediately spoke as soon as I sat at the chair near Jeniss.My fever just disappeared yesterday day and I'm sure that I'm already well. My head stopped aching, my hands stopped shaking, and the scratches already healed. There are few students inside the classroom. Some are talking, laughing or just staring at nowhere. I looked at Jeniss who's now looking at me too."Are you already fine?" she asked, smiling."Of course. What about you? Are you okay?" I asked back. She's too behave today and it's kinda bothering me. I'm not used to this demure Jeniss.She sighed and looked away. "No, I'm not." She looked at me, with a weak smile. What's going on?After hearing her answer, a pang of worry crept through me. I moved closer to her. "Why? What's the matter?"Slowly, she faced me. I can tell that she's really not okay. I was just

ANVIJust like a person who drunk several bottles of alcoholic beverages last night, my head just felt like it was going to crack anytime. My whole body aches that I can't even move my arms. I shake in coldness even though I am already covered with the comforter above my warm bed.I feel weak. I can't understand what I'm feeling but one thing is for sure; I'm not feeling well. The time is already five in the morning but I still want to lie in my bed and do nothing. Maybe this is just morning laziness. While staring at the ceiling, I replayed the scene that still lingered in my mind. It was still fresh like a new meat that was bought from a supermarket. Still raw. Still vivid.

ANVI"What?!" My scream echoed inside the bedroom when my clock stated that it was already eleven in the morning! I am worse than late!My head throbbed as I quickly got up from my bed. This is what I get for sleeping at seven am! I didn't mean to! It's not my fault if I can't forget what Dernate had told me yesterday! It's not my fault that he just suddenly spat some random things that would keep me awake 'till morning!This is his fault!I dashed to the bathroom to take a bath before heading straight downstairs. Maybe Zilla already went to work and didn

ANVILunch time came, Dernate really went to my classroom. Some students even whispered to each other in an audible way saying I'm a flirt, slut and a bitch for having another guy even if Jof and I just broke up. I just ignored them since I'm not really guilty about their gossips.He offered to order for us. For the second time, he refused to take my money and told me that it's his treat. I just sighed in response. He volunteered. It's his choice. The cafeteria wasn't that noisy but it just made me tweak some of my hair.I honestly don't know what to think or feel first. I'm confused to the highest level that it makes my head hurt. I leaned my forehe

ANVIAfter the encounter with Kryzel, I sent a text message to Zilla saying that I'll be waiting near Jeruo's car at the driveway. Despite of the physical pain I'm suffering at the moment, emotions still dominated within me.The pain because of my wounds and scratches is nothing compared to what I'm feeling right now. I don't mind the little amount of blood coming out from my forearm but I was thinking about the person who did this. Kryzel, why did she become like this? As far as I remember, she's never been like that back then. She was my best friend. How did this all happen? Our peaceful friendship was just destroyed that easy? Is Jof really worthy that she's willing to taint our bond?

CEZILLEThe raindrops fall onto the windowpane as the rain continues to pour. It's a cozy Sunday afternoon and here I am inside my room, facing the window, holding my all-time favorite book that I found at my room's bookshelf.I'm already at the part where the protagonist is about to tell the truth behind her current situation and decision but a knock on the door interrupted it all. I immediately put down my book and faced the door as it swung open. A woman in mid-40's peeked her head to see the inside of my room.“Cezille, it's time for your weekly consultation with Dr. Hudler," she spoke and walked towards me while holding her clipboard.

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YIMAROO"Dad!"A voice echoed inside the whole living room. Because of my curiosity, I left the kitchen and went to where the scream came from."What happened?" I hysterically asked to Sir Lornate while we both have shocked expressions on our faces. Even if I want to laugh at the old man's funny face, I still prevented it or it might be the second time to be fired. My sight went to Dernate's direction who's eyes are becoming big and round."Dernate, what happened?" The old man asked in a concerned voice.

YIMAROOI never wasted time.I dashed to my boarding house and packed my things. There are only few since I'm not fond of shopping and...I don't have any money to shop.In the middle of packing, a thought entered my mind. I have so many questions which remained unanswered. Why did I end up like this? Why do I still feel alone despite of the efforts I had exerted?I disregarded the idea and continued packing. An hour passed before I was finally done with what I'm doing and Ferd, the driver in 40's helped me on putting them inside the car. We had a small talk about how he w

YIMAROOI honestly don't know what to do.I'm still walking along the sidewalk, thinking of some possible ways to earn money. The only person I can depend on is myself alone. I got no one by my side—not even a friend. Sometimes, I ask myself what did I do to experience this? Am I a bitch at the past life and the punishment is given in this time of my life?I'm hungry, worried, frustrated and tired.I want to lie on my bed and sleep. It feels like the dark circles under my eyes are much bigger than before and I don't have any energy le

YIMAROOSince it's already 5:30 am, I chose not to take a taxi and just walked towards my boarding house. Some people are already walking to and fro—vendors, drivers, and those people who don't want to get jammed by the heavy traffic. If they're still starting to do their job, I'm already done with mine. So nice.After entering the boarding house, I didn't bother to change my clothes and went straight to my bed. As much as I want to sleep already, I can't because I need to clean myself first. I got up and did what has to be done and that's when I collapsed on my bed with a smile. I can have a good night sleep at last.I was woken up by

DERNATE2 amI'm still up, staring at nothing in particular. I came back from Norway yesterday and is still adjusting to the time zone. I stayed there for at least a month that's why I can't sleep because it's still 8 pm at Norway by now. My room in this house is empty except for my bed, lamp, discs and mangas (which I already finished reading). Really? This is how Dad pays me after all my efforts?There's nothing for me to be busy of. I came back to rest from travelling to different places but now I'm being stressed about this house. Good thing I remembered that we're supplying a company here. What's its name again? Oh, right. BVA.

YIMAROOI leaned backwards at my swivel chair as I picked up the ringing telephone."Hello, this is Maroo. How may I help you?" I immediately spoke. The time is already 2 am. My shift will end at 5 that's why I'm doing my best not to fall asleep. It's actually my second day of being a call center agent and so far, there's no conflict between me and the callers."Hi! Do you have an IG account? Can you follow my account with the username instamimi? I'll follow you back immediately. Thank you!" I didn't get the chance to answer when she hung up. Wtf? Is she on drugs? This call center is for electronic appliances and not for following each other on insta—"Hi, this is Maroo. How may I help you?" Another caller. I'm waiting for a response but all I hear are silent sobs and cries of a lady."Ma'am? Is everything okay—""Shut up