"Finally finished this task!" I exclaimed while tugging at my veins which had shrunk since yesterday due to the multitude of tasks.I saw my face in my cellphone camera. Gosh, that's bad. My eye bags look black because I haven't slept in two days. Damn tasks that make me have to give up my precious sleep hours.My cell phone rang loudly, displaying the name Arga on the screen. Actually I'm still annoyed with him who didn't pick me up at that time. But the worry that he is seeking comfort in another woman's heart is enormous, especially since he doesn't like to be restrained.I shifted the screen marked green and showed Arga's face there."Hi," he said cheerfully."Hm.""What are you doing?""Do you think my face looks like someone who was relaxing on his holiday?" I asked back. Arga laughed at my answer."How many days haven't you slept, La?" asked Arga who understood how tired I was."Two days," I replied.

"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.                                                        ***  The alarm on my cellphone rang loudly, waking me, who was lulling into a dream. The clock s

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

"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

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