SASA'S POV_
I woke up the next morning. Zimmy had slept in my room. How we both fit on my little bed was a mystery. I stared at Amahle's empty bed. I hadn't even had the chance to make it, her linen still sat on top of it, clean. We had fallen asleep, Zimmy and I, not one of us even eating supper. I think this is the longest she's slept actually. I got up to make Amahle's bed. God, I hope she's okay.
Zimmy: "Hey. Is it morning?"
Me: "Yes babe." She sat up.
Zimmy: "My body feels stiff, I shouldn't have slept that much in one go." She yawned. "What are you doing?"
Me: "Just putting back the sheets and stuff." I finished. "I'm going to shower."
Zimmy: "I should get going."
Me: "Thank you for keeping me company, Zimmy."
Zimmy: "You don't have to thank me. You're my friend. Also, I think you shouldn't say anything about the high priority students. It would cause a panic for everyone else. We need to keep it to ourselves. For now at least."
Me: "True. Linda also asked me to not say anything."
Zimmy: "I'm sure they have a handle on this right? This was just a scary incident. That's all."
Me: "Right. I think so too." She nodded, walking out. I went to take my shower, coming back to dress up. I didn't feel like being in a cute dress as I usually did everyday so I slipped into some jeans an old baggy t-shirt and my sneakers. In our building, we had a dining area where you could get food. Breakfast started at 6:45 and ended at 7:45. Lunch was provided as a 2 sliced sandwich, a juice box and a fruit in a zipper plastic bag for you to take with. Then dinner was from 6 to 8 at night. Our res was truly amazing. Getting food from the residence dining was not a necessity, it was there for those who didn't have food but included in our fees they say. The laundry room only had the R5 charge for every load. This is wash and dry. There were short courses provided for free, only for the building. You can apply and do the course over 3 weeks, choosing between cleaning the machines in the laundry room and keeping it tidy, or working in the kitchen, helping with meal preparation or general maintenance such as fixing door locks, plumbing and outside maintenance. Once you complete the course you're put on schedule and you earn a little pocket money. Although, this was mostly reserved for students on scholarship. I found it quite thoughtful and genius because I don't know how many times people lock themselves out in the middle of the night here or drains getting blocked. It never takes more than a few minutes to get someone to fix it because they're right inside the building. I got to the kitchen exactly when it opened. Usually I came at 7 but I didn't want to be in my room alone. I greeted Mrs Winston.
Winston: "You're quite early." She was not a polite person so our conversation was short clipped words and to the point.
Me: "I'm always early."
Winston: "Didn't get dinner?"
Me: "Wasn't hungry." She scoffed and walked back into the kitchen. I looked at my phone finding dozens of missed calls from my father, some from my mother. I had 3 from Nkosi. I dialed my father first. He picked up immediately.
Xolani: "Thembisa!! Where are you?!"
Me: "I'm at Res tata-"
Xolani: "I've been calling all night! I've been worried sick! Were you partying and drinking Thembisa? Tell me the truth!?"
Me: "I wasn't Tata. I was here, I slept early."
Xolani: "Why then weren't you answering your phone?"
Me: "I switched it off. My roommate got sick. She was taken away. I..."
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