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~Dia~
It was finally Saturday and students were allowed to go spend their weekends with their family members after every two weeks of campus, and I was packing some stuffs in my backpack that I might need when I get home.
Yes, I was going home to visit my mother. I usually do though, I miss her. I know she must be impatiently waiting for my grand arrival, and she might probably be making my favourite food right now.
"God I miss her cooking." I can imagine her in our small kitchen making food, while humming joyfully to one of her favorite songs.
She hates seeing the kitchen untidy, she always scolds my ass for messing up her kitchen whenever I use it. No matter what my mother's cooking, you can never ever see her kitchen untidy and that never seize to amaze me.
She loves everything spotless and clean, she hates it when I don't clean up things and for not being exactly like her. My mother is super religious, and she's also a heavy believer about our culture and traditions.
Not that I'm not religious or not a believer in all these culture and traditions thingy, I'm just not much of a believer as she is. And she hates that.
Ever since my dad passed when I was just 11 years of age, it has always been my mother and I. Welp, anyways.. that's another story for another day.
For now I need to quickly and quietly pack my bag without waking up her highness (a.k.a Dua). She's sleeping so peacefully right now and I definitely have zero intention of waking her up.
I was almost done packing when our dorm door flew wide open startling and scaring the shit out of me, and that somehow woke Dua up too because she muttered a low "who the fuck is that?"
My frightened and traumatised frame turned around towards the door to see who it was; only to find Alia standing at the door with a stupid grin dancing across her face.
At that moment, I wanted to head over to her and rip all her fucking hair off for scaring us like that, but the angel in me told me to chill and just let it slide.
"Bitch what the fuck?? Are you high? You could've literally killed me with panic attack you stupid bitch!" I scolded her.
I looked over to my bed to see if Dua has completely woken up now, and to my shocking surprise, I saw her fully seated on the bed and watching the drama that was unfolding before her.
