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The one Raja never expected to reply her back. Is she dreaming? She did thrice tagging him in every photo that has Yuki in it every time she wants to post about him in her Instagram story. The last photo she posted about him was about telling him that she hopes she could meet him when she go to Japan next week and that was 2 days before she went to the cinema with her two best friends. He miraculously replied to her after her third attempt. At last! Miracle indeed.

Yuki Kousei

2.14 pm

I would love to meet you too

I'll treat you if u really do come here

Raja

2.15 pm

OMG?!!

IS THIS REALLY U REPLYING TO MY DM? XO

YES!!! I'M GOING TO TOKYO NEXT WEEK BUT ONLY FOR 4 DAYS

Yuki Kousei

2.17 pm

Hahaha

I guess you are excited to come here and yes, I'm the one and only Yuki Kousei that you know, yes?

Why are you like this, Raja? Lol

And when you'll be flying here?

Raja

2.18 pm

HAHAHA I'M SORRY

I feel more excited now since u replied to my dm as it's been so long we didn't chat

I'll reach there maybe next Monday morning

Until Thursday morning/afternoon

Are u sure? I mean I don't wanna burden u since I'll be with my friends

U are an actor so u must be busy with shooting and such

Yuki Kousei

2.20 pm

Ahh, I see hahaha

Hmm, I'm free on Thursday only that week so I guess meet you on Thursday morning then

At 8 or 10 o'clock? After you finish with whatever u are doing

Just dm me if you can't or have to change your plan

It's okay, I wanna meet my crush so why not

Raja

2.21 pm

Yeah, yeah that'll be great

Arigato, Yuki!

I'll inform u if there's a sudden change of plan

Hope u're doing great!

See u next week, hot Yuki!

He did not reply to her direct message back. She could understand why and did not question him as she knows actors would have been very busy as they rarely use their social media. But still, it turns out that today is the totally best day for her and heaven is an understatement to describe how she felt. She is grateful and cannot wait for that day to come early. Be today or tomorrow. But it is already booked on a specific date that she and her best friends had been worked out.

A sudden cold breeze makes her surrounding quiet and peaceful. But it just lasts a moment. 'Wait, that's all?' She thought. She let out a heavy sigh as he did not reply to her back although she knew he is busy. Could not help though especially when your lovely crush replied back to your Instagram story. Such a rare case. One of million chances to get that and she is absolutely lucky. She then shakes the thought and getting thirsty so she sips her favourite hot tea as she gets nervous chatting with her crush a little time ago. And one more time, she gulps the tea down more than before. She blows out carbon dioxide in her body after finishing the warm tea while eyeballs maundering around and found herself being alone. Feels better in some way yet lonely.

'Alhamdulillah. Thanks, Allah. My 'rezeki' gets to chat with him just now. I fancied he would not react to it though as he was getting busy... but...' She muses at the moment. Feeling excited for today, she willingly gets to freshen herself up alone before going to her third language class. She is feeling forlorn as her so-called friends left her without informing her where they were going or even not tapping her as a sign to leave early.

'Good. Leaving me alone again like before. Just nice' She shakes her head and feels kind of upset as to why they left her out of the blue.

Is she not suitable to be friends with them? Or did she do anything that hurt them in the past? They should be honest instead of leaving her like an outcast. This is the umpteenth time four of them leaving her like that. She thought they were just in a hurry or something that she just ignored the fact that they were something exactly wrong with them. Somewhere. She acts fairly and kind but this is what she got instead. Just wow.

'Argh! Thanks to Yuki. Now I can forget about them at the moment. Aw, my virtual boyfriend. You are my saviour of the day. Wish I could marry you tomorrow so I don't have to be this lonely. Thinking about you... all day. Roar' She dreamingly smiles while hugging her A1 file like a pillow with giddiness all over her anatomy. B*tch. It was unforgivably cringeworthy. Ew!

Subsequently, together with Farah, who is hark back to about her heartbroken past this moment. She knew this one guy from Instagram and has had a crush on him for a quite long time. She did not realize her feelings at first as they had direct messages for weeks. And there was one day she felt one thing she was not supposed to feel. Not knowing she would undergo such stings. It was the cause of her beginning detriment as well as came across it in a great unascertained affliction.

He mistakenly thought she was his friend unwittingly. They have the same name though, Farah. The long chatting and calling phase made her fall for him more yet she did not budge to confess to him. She wants to keep it to herself. She did not tell anybody about it for months. Yet one day she realized she needs to tell someone. So, she told Anne and Raja. But things turned upside down afterwards when Anne dm-ed him half a year later. Farah's remarks prior to the confession day made Anne surrender as she respects her decision.

But it was previous to that 6 months. Much to Anne's regards to reveal the secret to him, she did it for her best friend. And of course without Farah's knowing. It was getting serious when she told Anne that she falls for him already more than being a crush. She always comes to the rescue when nobody could keep up with Anne and lend a helping hand to her the moment she needs succour. Anxiety prevention.

The divulgence undertook to gain his attention as in readiness for action. Anne told him that her friend was crushing on him but did not has the guts to tell him directly as to whom the friend she had mentioned. He replied to her a little bit late but his answer did shock her even made her churned in her stomach. D*mn. Anne keeps telling herself that he will be shocked for sure and might be trying to court her best friend after the divulgence but sadly the table has turned. Anne feels bad for the confession yet eagerly going to tell her best friend as Farah needed to be informed. She anxiously typing on her phone to brief her with peeled sorrowful peepers. She wants her best friend to be happy not the other way around. Sh*t!

"Salam, Farah!!!"

"I confess to your crush on your behalf yesterday and I'm sorry I still did it without your permission but I really am feel bad"

"He said that he..."

"He's..."

"...married"

Farah was helping her parents when Anne sent it. It was mind-boggling. Far-fetched. She keeps reading the same texts over and over again. Not twice, not thrice. It will never be enough which obviously catch her off guard every time she read it. Anne told her everything but lying. Anne even showed the proof, the screenshot of her conversation with him. She did not want to believe that it was real. No way! She could not feel anything. She still has a crush on him. She fell for him already.

No!

Her heart shattered into thousands of small pieces. She was devastated and could not think straight. She took a deep breath then exhale slowly. She blamed herself as to why she did not ask him earlier. What did she miss regarding him? When? She wants to be in a voiceless place alone far away from home and cry until she is satisfied as well as forget about him but she knew that it is not going to change anything. People come and go so does her. She is not going to live forever, anyway. Other living things as well not going to live any longer. Doleful reality.

Anne and Raja made an effort with their words of encouragement and it somewhat works on their first try. They know how much it hurts her. Above all when you like someone for so long and somehow or other wasting your time for something you will never own even you dream about having a caring oner in your life. Anne tried matchmaking her with someone she barely knows in order to make her forget about him and get some fun the next day. Codswallop. Not feeling right of wanting to use another person to forget about him thus she rejected Anne's offer nicely. She wants to focus on her life more and make her mind peaceful first. Despite the fact that she visibly looks unwell, she barely feels anything. She set about wondered her perception as to why it is hard to find the right one, who will understand her mental illness state. Consternation. Malaise. Discomposure. Therefore, she made a move and sat on her cosy chair thereupon. She began writing in her diary in due course as she was free.

On the other hand, Anne is terrific as the figures on the left said he will make her suffer and could not fathom what he said next. Clearly, she hears a name. A familiar name but she faintly could remember it. Arii... what? As she is thinking, the other shadow is gone. She realizes it as the silent eerie place sends her forceful chills down her spine also goosebumps. Sh*t! Where did he go?

'H*ll no. Where's the other one? Don't tell me... he...' She mumbles.

Bam!

She gets pulled by a striking blow inside the classroom and almost fall caused by the unbalance landing between two desks which is sixty-five centimetres far from the entrance door. One of her knees sprained quite hard yet could stand firmly. She begins hurriedly racing to the doors but could not make it. She is shocks when she heard a loud thud ahead of her.

Bang! Bang!

The doors immediately closed all of a sudden. She is thinking of a way to get out of there as there is a possibility she may be get caught. She steps back a tad slowly and quietly to make sure she gets a chance to escape. Again. But this time, she is being alert and wholly observes the room. Eyes roaming around for an opportunity to get away from there.

Bam!

Suddenly, she is thrown one metre away to the front and slammed her arm on the side of the table that facing her on the right. Pretty hard. She hisses while trying to stand up as well as walking straight to the door with a tired-looking countenance. She did not discern she has a cut now on her right arm as immersion gets the better of her. Break free is her priority at this moment but abrupt pain makes her stop in her track. "Argh! My legs..." She groans. 'I must open the door! This is the perfect time to break out! You can, Anne!' She shouts under her breath.

Bloody h*ll, you halfwit!

A realisation grows and eats her as she is being locked in the classroom. A no-no. She tries to open it, twice and banging it numerous times to get some help but to no avail. She once again tries thumping on the doors but gets the same result. She then tries to crash the door while screaming for help but no one is there, around that floor.

"Please, anyone help!"

She hears the scary man's steps, leisurely walking her way step by step. Hold on! 'I saw him somewhere, did I? But... where?' She narrowly gazing at him. He looks like the man that warned her the past few days but with no beard and as thin as a rake than him. Is he? She feels suffocated as he questioning her out of the blue and calls her full name accurately. It makes her blood runs cold. She does not even know him.

"Hey there, Anne Waheiyyat Binti JM. Abdul. Well, well... I bet you know what we're talking about just now, don't ya?" He gently asks her not stopping from his track.

"Huh? How do you know my name? And I don't know what you're talking about" She replies with eyes slightly quivers.

It is beyond that but she composedly answers him. She starts to cantilate bismillah before continues to recite ayatul Kursi next. A shivering recitation is made with low volume so only her ears could hear it, at least. Her reciting of one of the surahs is nearly perfect but she gets interrupted by none other than the devil himself. She forgets what to recite for the next verse and her respiration become unsteady. 'No no no! Ya Allah, please strengthen my memory. I'm begging you'

"Aargh! You wh*reson bi*ch! Oh-oh, you wanna play with me, yeah baby? Alright, we'll play" He says with his evil smirk.

An abrupt shout from the creepy man made her twitched backwards as she resumes to recite both ayatul kursi and surah al-Falaq with her eyes shut. He stops pacing as there is something fuming and burning around him with fire. She did not aware that her back is hitting the brown walls behind her when she completed recites them. But she constantly recites it again to protect herself from danger and him too. She peels her globes little by little. Gasping is audible the moment she turns to him steadily. Sh*t! What is that?!!

'Why he looks like a Ghostrider now??? He is s*cks though, nonetheless. D*mn! No! My bad! Screw me! I'm a dead meat, bruh! I'm in the sh*t like sh*t! Ya Allah, forgive me' She is in an unthinkable convolute as he treading towards her with anger.

He is on fire and somehow could resist the burning sensation and fire on his anatomy like a professional. Odd. How come? Now, there are hot red fuming flares through his nose and eyes intensely staring at her. Needless to say, he is fiery hopping mad. Palpably not good. Prompt vigorous blows from nowhere are made for the second time but this time with much powerful force that could blow anything far away or could be thrown down on the ground floor. Plaintive state for Anne, she is the one who has been thrown away to the nearest walls in a flash. She definitely got bruised now on her back. She struggles to get on her knees. Not giving up yet till she can make a run for it.

She gives her best shot to focus on reciting ayatul Kursi again without failing or making any mistakes. She believes she can get out from there as long as she did not break off from it. Before she can say knife, a cupboard full of files and documents falls on her. She had time to slightly dodged but could not slip away from it. Sadly, it lands on her and unfortunately adds to her injuries too. The cupboard gratefully did not have much impact on her so she is just mild injured with seven centimetres cut on her right arm near her elbow, a huge messy red and blue swollen on her right forearm, scratches on both legs and an enormous bruise on her back. Not severe but badly damage her mentally and certainly, it stings so bad. She slowly raises her head and sees the floor full of messy files and documents upfront her while trying to move her body. She even pushes herself to endure the pain until she get out of there. Yet weakly, she passes out altogether not long after.

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