"La, are you not in college today?" my mother asked as she peeked through the door of my room.
I stretched as I kicked the blanket, looking at the clock on my cellphone. It's still 7:40 a.m.
"It's almost 8 o'clock, La. What time are you leaving? Aren't you afraid to be late again?" Mama still scolding me.
"My class starts at four in the afternoon, Mom. Now let me take a nap. I haven't slept since five in the morning because of an assignmentget it, "I said lazily as I pulled back my blanket.
My mom shook her head "Okay, go to sleep again when your lecture starts in the afternoon," said my mother as she closed my bedroom door again.
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The alarm on my cellphone rang loudly, waking me, who was lulling into a dream.
The clock s
My smartphone tinkles, indicating an incoming message. I, who initially focused on the task on my laptop screen, switched to my cellphone. Arga's name is written on my cellphone notification screen. Arga: Hello, my dear. Are you home yet? If not, what time do you want me to pick you up? My fingers quickly typed out the reply word for Arga. Me: Hello, my dear. Today my friends and I will be working on a group assignment. Looks like it was late at night. you know you need to pick me up, rest ❤ "Then what about the menu structure for people with hypertension? Isn't it too pity to be given bland food?" asked Dionysius. "Hey, handsome man, you are so cuteIt's okay if people with hypertension eat foods mixed with salt, but not much like normal people in general, "said Brandon. "Isn't it forbidden for people with hypertension to eat salty foods? Why is it permissible to eat foo
It has been two weeks since Arga ignored all the messages I sent. Even when I went to him, he purposely locked the door tight as if he wasn't there, even though I knew very well that he was there, he seemed to be purposely avoiding me. What is wrong? Did I make a mistake? "How? Has he seen you?" asked Brandon who was waiting on the motorbike. I had to ask Brandon to take me to Arga's apartment because no more friends could take me. Becca and Veronie are on vacation in Belgium. Ah, how damn those two of them are on vacation without me While I'm here having to face a big, 24 year old baby who is sulking indistinctly. I shook my head slowly while lowering my head. "Maybe he's not at his apartment, La," said Brandon trying to think positively. I shook my head. "Impossible. John told me if Arga was in his apartmenthe even refused his friends' invitation to go for a walk, "I said. Tears began to fall down my cheeks. Brandon sighed. "Th
I yawned many times. Mrs. Diana still explains at length about the enzymes in the digestive organs and their respective functions, making almost all students in her class sleepy. Including Becca and me of course. I saw that Veronie was really listening to Mrs. Diana's explanation. The girl even recorded everything that came out of the woman's mouth in full and detail. "What demon possessed you to become this diligent?" I whispered to Veronie. "Shut up, I want to focus on listening. I've been too relaxed. I don't want to be like that anymore. Anyway, this semester I have to get high marks," said Veronie while clenching her fists to encourage herself. "Are you not sleepy?" Becca asked in a whisper. "If you pay close attention, you will not be sleepy," replied Veronie, still focused on listening to Mrs. Diana's explanation. Becca and I were amazed by the diligent Veronie. in my heart always ask when I can study diligently like
"La, wake up, mama has cooked you your favorite food," said my mother while shaking my body.Eyes still sleeping, I got up -- walked towards the dining room.I opened the serving hood on the dining table. Asian food in soup was served right in front of my eyes, the aroma filled my sense of smell which actually made me nauseous.I ran to the bathroom and let out my guts. But still all that comes out is water."La, are you okay?" my mom asked worriedly."I'm fine, Mom. I just caught a little cold," I replied."Are you sure you are all right? Mama is very worried about you, my daughter.""I'm okay, Mom. I'm fine. I'm no longer a five year old kid. Calm down," I replied trying to calm down."Alright, I'm sure you're old enough to take care of yourself. Oh yes, today Mom, Dad, Kris, and Kimberly are going to Switzerland, where Aunt Ling is. Do you still remember Aunt Ling?"Of course I still remember. My mom's sis
"How are you, La?" asked Arga when we were busy making video calls."I'm still very weak. My blood doesn't stop coming out even though it's been more than two weeks. This is the longest menstruation I've ever had," I replied while stroking my still aching stomach."Is your family home?" Asked Arga carefully.I nodded. "They got home last night.""Didn't they ask you why you were sick then?" asked Arga quietly.I shook my head. "They think I'm just sick. So they don't bother about it."I'm grateful that everything is fine again, La. Now you have to rest a lot, La. You can't be tired. You have to really recover first," said Arga.I nodded in agreement with his words."When did you start back in college, LaIt's been two weeks you haven't gone to college, right? "Asked Arga.Indeed I purposely did not go to college because of my weak condition after aborting my pregnancy."I'll start going to college tomorrow,"
It has been a week since Arga has not contacted me, even my social media accounts have been blocked by him. I continued to cry, thinking about Arga who just got away from me. Arga, what's my fault that you got that angry with me? Do you feel that you are unhappy with me who you think is this possessive person? Don't you feel guilty for leaving me, the woman you slept with and was pregnant with your child? Don't you feel guilty for your late son? Tiiingg ... A message came to my smartphone. Could it be from Arga? Excited and full of hope, I quickly opened my cell phone. Becca: Have you sent an assignment to Mr. Malverick? He already asked when you will send your assignment to him. Mr. Malverick said you didn't reply to his messages. My smile faded when I found the fact that the sender of the short message to me was not Arga but Becca. Shit! Why does Mr. Malverick have to give so many tasks when my heart is breaking? It's useless he is h
Mr. Simple's song belongs to Super Junior rang loudly on my phone, forcing my eyes to open. With heavy, I opened my dry eyes because last night I cried. I cried thinking about how to tell the truth about what happened between me and Arga to my parents. Daniel Wu's name was printed on the cellphone screen. She is my cousin who lives in Germany. "What is wrong?" Daniel Wu asked me. "Are you busy?" I asked. "As usual, neither too busy nor too relaxed. What's the matter?" "Can you come here?" "To your house?" asked Daniel Wu in surprise. "Yes." "Are you crazy?" Damn it! My ears were almost deaf from Daniel's yelling at me. "Can't you just go on for a day without screaming? I feel like my eardrums are going to burst from hearing you scream," I grumbled. "Forgive me." "It turns out you haven't gotten away from your bad habit, huh?" "Hey, never mind. What do you want
BRAK! I choked when I heard the sound of falling objects. What is that? I opened my eyes and I found Becca picking up her books which were scattered on the floor. "Are you awake?" Becca asked who I didn't seem to need to answer anymore because she had seen me wake up, right? "Do you want to go to college today?" Becca asked again. I shook my head quickly. Becca hands on her hips while shaking her head. Maybe he was tired of facing me every night who just cried while sipping the vodka that I always kept in his refrigerator. "Until when are you going to cry over that bastard, La?" asked Becca, who already knew why I kept shutting myself up. I shrugged, I don't know. I don't know how long I continue to cry over Arga's departure, the man I really love. "Are you sure you don't want to go to campus today?" Becca asked again. I nodded firmly. "Mr. Malverick will look for you later if you don