Anne is sitting at a reserved table while enjoying Dates Dates Cafe's songs played by a female cashier who is chatting with her male colleague next to her, waiting for customers at the counter. She slightly moves her head to the left and to the right following the tempo while biting the lower lip. Immersion gets the best of her and eyes dream for recall. Sudden taking a trip down memory lane makes her grin like a cheshire cat where she sang a love song like a madwoman in her room and keeps replaying the music video countless times because it was addictive. She even did ballet movements and dramatically danced to the rhythm. But then, the recall ceases as she feels sick of idle time.
"Where is he? Please don't be late, man. I've things to do at home" She mutters. She then stares outside.
It is Friday yet the mall is pretty well full with people shopping and eating. She slowly takes a sip of her hot coffee a little while staring at nipper triplets talking to each other before someone approaches her. Seeing a man at the corner of her peepers, she tries to compose and thought that he has already arrived. She literally wants to rant and rave but choose not to for now. She turns to him and unfortunately is just aware that it is the male colleague earlier. Incandescent mode cancels, she instantly smiles while looking at the worker.
"Miss, there's someone asked me to give this to you"
"Huh? Who?"
"Um, the man who reserve this table"
"Ah, I see. Okay okay, thank you"
She begins getting impatient. 10 minutes have passed, Khairi's nose stem is still not visible yet. She makes her mind to read online fiction while waiting for him some more time. Did not even care to open the present. She is nervous about whatever going to happen if he appears at any moment from now on as she has never spoken with him before. Just chatting through social media. Just that.
Engross in the fiction, she does not register a presence of a man sitting in front of her not long after. He initiates a sudden conversation with her and somehow it makes her jolt on her seat with her mug now glaring at him. Her reaction says otherwise after the discernment. What? Why he? Keeping herself cool and at the same time nonplussed are surely not easy. For the second attempt. Wait, not third? Ya, whatever. I'm so nervous.
"Hi, sorry late. I had to spy on someone... so... ya, I'm here now"
"Wait, why are you here?"
"What?"
"Khairi is the one who supposes to meet me here. Not you"
"Um... that... I have to tell you something"
"Wait, wait. Is he sick or what?
"He's not... uh..."
"Not sick? Then why are you here instead?"
"He's my friend. And there's something you need to know"
"I'm confused. You guys planned this or what?"
"Actually... I'm the one who sent that dm yesterday"
"And... why is that? Why do you use his account? Don't you have yours?"
"Do you still like him?"
"So sudden?"
"Just... answer that first"
"I am... uh... not anymore... I think. Now... answer my JUST NOW questions"
"I don't have one and... he told me I can use his whenever I want"
"Ridiculous. How come he let you use his account?"
"Um... because I want to?"
"No, you still didn't answer my question"
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Hyperventilated
Horror3 students, Anne, Farah and Raja were best friends ever since years ago. They were on good terms ever since then but not until Anne encountered one mysterious student that look like Ariif, the man she hates the most. The mysterious student once ment...
