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

I woke up when something tickled my leg. Becca smiled mischievously. It turned out that Becca was the culprit who had tickled me. Damn it! It disturbs my sleep time. "Get up, you have to go to campus now," Becca said.  I sat and fell silent. To campus? Oh, yeah, yesterday I told the girl that today I'm going to college -- after all this time I've locked myself up in Becca's luxurious apartment. "Can't I go to campus tomorrowsuddenly my laziness appears again, "I said with puppy eyes. Becca sighed. "You are ... hey, listen to me! There are billions of people in this world who do not get the opportunity to study due to many factors. You have been given that opportunity. But what are you doing. You just wasted that opportunity just because of that meaningless bastard. Rise up, La! You can't go on like this. " Gosh, must Becca be scolding me this early? My ears felt hot to hear her babble this morning. I kicked the blanket that covere

I rushed down the steps to the small church or what is commonly called the chapel in this monastery. Some of the sisters looked at me irritably. Yeah, I haven't been here a week, I've pissed them off with me. How come? I, who are not used to getting up early and following the eucharist at five in the morning, have to follow it.  A tall pastor began reading the Bible this morning. Huh, it turns out I'm a little earlier than yesterday. Yesterday I was late for the Eucharist, even the pastor was home. Today's Eucharist is progressing faster than any previous day. I walked back to my room. I haven't set foot on the first step yet, Sister Clara called out to me.  "What's the matter, Sister?" I asked. "Looks like you can't keep up with our routine, can you, La?" Of course not. Hey, I wasn't here because I wanted to. It was the absurd plan of my parents. Even now I don't know what my parents meant to send me to the monastery

I walked towards my dorm. Every now and then I stretch my stiff muscles because I am tired of working to help the nurse all day. It's been two weeks I haven't gone to campus. The reason is simple, I'm not in a good mood to study. Crazy indeed. .yeah, let's just call me crazy Ella. I chose to spend my time in the monastery -- helping out whatever I could to the nuns, no matter how broken my bones were. Super Junior's No Other is ringing loudly on my cell phone. .Yes, I just changed my ringing tone, it's still Super Junior's song to cheer me up. Humairah's name was printed on my cellphone screen. My face became radiant. Humairah is my best friend since we were both in elementary school. It has been five years or more I have not met this beautiful girl who really likes to wear the blue hijab. .it was because Humairah had to return to Saudi Arabia -- where she came from. Since her biological mother died, her family decided to return to Saudi Arabia. Humairah and

Brandon was not long in my dormitory, he then said goodbye to go home. "What is wrong?" Brandon asked as soon as he saw me put my puppy eyes on. "I'm afraid to meet Karina," I replied. Brandon, Becca, and Veronie already know about my problem with Karina. They know that the mastermind behind all of this is Karina.  "It's okay, you take it easy. Come in, she already missed you," Brandon said. "How do you know she missed me?" I asked. Brandon smiled sweetly while stroking the top of my head affectionately. "Ella, believe me -- Karina isn't actually that bad and she misses you." "But ..." "I'm coming home," Brandon said as he ran into his blue car. I paused to stare at Brandon who was slowly leaving. Should I go into that room again? Oh, God, this is scarier than running into a ghost.  Ceklek!  I opened my bedroom door slowly. Karina was lying on her bed while playing with her