Å LITTLE BRÅVER

07 -°MENTAL FREEZE

•SALOME ALAN•

Blue jean, white inner singlet, causal jacket, and white thin hand bag, all laid on my bed and ready for me to explore.

Zara called earlier that we should meet up at the mall in thirty minutes, captioning it like a 'date' kind of thing. Although it's been awhile we hang out so I accepted without thinking twice. Best friends goals I'd say.

I sprint out of the bathroom, glancing at the wall clock which reads 1:20. Zara said we should meet up at 1:30, which means I have just ten minutes to get ready, which also is kind of impossible.

Within five minutes, I'm standing in front of my mirror, admiring the simply outfit I'm dressed in. I pray Zara won't complain about it because...she always does. Always saying I'm wasting my body shape.

I shake my head at the imaginary look on her face when she does but well, it's comfortable and that's what matters. I grab my bag and keys before walking out of my room, gently closing the door behind me because my Dad is around, wouldn't want to disturb.

"I won't stay too long." I finally say to him after explaining that I'm going out with Zara, my escape route all the time.

My Dad exhales calmly, taking his eyes off the laptop screen on his desk. "Okay, that's okay. And yes, your aunty might come later this evening so it's lightly you meet her when you get back."

My eyes light up at the news. I'm never tired of aunty Jenny's stay, no matter how bad the day seem to be. I nod, a wide smile displayed on my lips.

"Okay dad, I'll be back soon!" I wave and walk out of his room, smiling to how amazing today's going to be, been a sunny Saturday.

***

I'm trying my best to keep my eyes on my phone as I continually look up to see if Zara is coming. I'm standing in front of the mall gate and I called her to ask where she is, just for her to say she's just leaving her house.

Chewing the inside of my mouth, I tuck my phone in my pocket, staring at the cars driving in and out of the mall. I don't feel comfortable standing alone, or I don't like it rather. It makes me feel like everyone passing is seeing and judging me in their heads just be looking at me. But then if I'm with someone, my mind wouldn't even go there.

I raise my head with a sigh, spotting a caramel skin girl in red hoodie and white jean, and I don't need anymore clue to know it's Zara. Her eyes are scanning through the people passing, probably looking out for me so I raise my hands, waving so she wouldn't look too much.

My best friend jump into my hands the minute she got to where I'm standing.

"You are late, what happened?" I ask, pulling her out from my body, my face forming a frown at the instant realization. She should have a reason.

Zara place her hands on chest, smiling. "I'm so sorry babe, had to babysit my brother till my mom got back."

My eyes widens at her excuse. Zara has a younger brother which is about two...or three year old.

"Oh...but still, you should have called me."

She sighs, taking my hand as we start walking into the mall gate. "Sorry... I even thought my mom would get back earlier."

I take my eyes from a mother pushing a trolley filled with groceries with her little son tagging behind her. One of the reasons I love coming here is that I get to feed my eyes in real things, couple with different kind of people.

Exhaling calmly, I turn to Zara. "it's okay, at least you're here now."

She giggles, tightening her grip around my wrist and I shake me head at her quirkiness. I didn't mention why Zara also loves coming here because its obvious. To see cute guys. And she's looking at one right now.