The Lady With Her Hijab On.

Chapter 1: The Bank-Bank

With her knees hugged to her chest, a quivering body hides under the table. A man's hoarse voice echoes on top of her as she heard the tapping sound of the gun on the glass table, making her shudder more. ''Why, on all occasion, the criminal wants to rob it now?!'' With a mixture of fear and annoyance, she whispers to herself.

That is before the man with a full mask on with only his eyes and lips visible spots her, hiding under the table.

Uh-oh.

What do you mean just uh-oh.

It's a big UH-OH NO NO.

MAYDAY MAYDAY. EMERGENCY.

Panic is clearly filling her mind. Have you ever feel so stressed out that you are calm? You have passed beyond anxieties, the difficulties of properly handling your emotion, the stress that squeeze you out from every inch in your body and you just end up feeling like ''Oh.''

''OH !!'' He's looking at her. The oh keeps repeating in her mind. She understands the situation but no emotions are written in her eyes. Her eyes signal the expression of no feelings at all. As if her soul is never to be seen.

Their eyes met

''Wait, which emotion do I choose?''

In that mere second, her brain browses through different type of emotions and feelings.

Fear, being calm or just panic or just neutral.

But guess what,

Her silly self-chose fear.

F e a r .

The kind of emotion that makes you wanna pee yourself and hope to God you don't die as you scream 'hALP HALP' in your brain and in your mind.

She noticed that the guy is somewhat smirking, raising the gun in her direction. Dear Allah, forgive me for all my sins. She mumbles to herself as she heard the gun click. She covers her face with her palm as the sound of gunshot fills the air. She felt her heart stop, her voice is stuck in her throat

She can feel pain coursing through her whole body. She slowly opens her eyes to see blood flowing from her shin, smearing her jeans as some flow to the floor. She looks up to the man that had shot her, she thought the man would smile in victory upon hurting her. But, no.

As their gaze met, something is off in his gaze. Something, unexplainable. His hands are shaking as he tried to put away the gun. Her mind feels blurry from the pain as she clutches on her wound, not noticing any further about the man.

''Go, go, go!!'' A hoarse voice echoes in the place, making that man scurry away as quickly as he can. 'Being shot for the first time, doesn't feel good' she exclaims to herself before heaving a relieve sigh when the criminals are away.

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