Dear Mr Pogba / Paul Pogba

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(My pov)

I was searching around for my second luggage when dad walked in and sat on my bed. “Honey what's with lots of luggages?” he asked.

“Dad, Manchester is a whole new thing for me and what if i left my underwear or my pillows and not to mention about Scoodie,” i bit my lower lips lowkey hope those things didn't happen. Without I realise, dad hugged me behind. “Dad...,”

“Lily don't like football,” he pouted. I swear to god, my dad is so cute.

I chuckled a little,“Is that your best persuade to make me stay?”

We both laughed and suddenly he just smiled,“Your mom would have been the most happy woman in the whole world to know about this, I miss her, Dia,”

“I wish she's still here,” I sighed.

Mom got lung cancer when I was 7 and my sister, Lily was 10. I miss her so much that everyday I talk about how great my life have been so far and how I miss her by staring at her picture.

It was my time to go. We were at the airport while I with my flight ticket to Manchester.

“You better mention about you having a sister when you got famous,” Lily speaks up. “And you better-” I suddenly hugged her knowing that her eyes were red, holding much tears. “I'm going to miss you, so much,”

“I'll miss you too Sister,”

“And I don't want to watch football with dad,” she sobbed.

“Now that I'm playing, you have to,”

“Hey remember the cute guy?,” she still sobbed.

“What? Marcus Rashford?” I laughed a little. I once asked her who she think would be the best by showing her a picture of Manchester United players. “I'll send your greetings to him,”

We broke the hug and Dad held my shoulder. “Have a save flight, Dia,”

“Love you, Dad, Lily,” for the last time before the flight.

“Love you too, Dia,” the reply in sync.

I slowly turned around going straight where I supposed to head on. I still can hear Lily's sobbing and their stare towards me.

I will miss them so much.

~~~

Old Trafford damn, I didn't expect my first day would be rainy. Yeah I heard about not sunny in Manchester but guess who left their umbrella?Dianella Noor Laceae always left something at least one thing when she got important events or travel.

So I got things settle down with house and stuff and it just a normal things and kinda boring to tell here.

“Hey you must be Dianella right?” A blonde shoulder cut woman smiled at me.

“Yeah um, you must be?”

“I'm Cher from France, call me Cher I guess?” she furrowed her eyebrows with laughter. “Let's get to know each other,”

Both of us talked about our lives and how we got here then suddenly and interesting question came from Cher's mouth.

“Which Manchester United player is your favourite?” she asked. “Wait let me pick first so that you can't pick mine,”

“Who?” I questioned her.

She replied,“Luke Shaw, how about you?”

I stayed silent for a moment, staring at the young green artificial grass.

“Well, Luke Shaw too? It is fin-”

“Pogba,” I stopped her. “It was Paul Pogba,”

I have been a fan of Pogba since he debuted in Manchester United. But when he got transfered to Juventus years later, I lied to my dad that I hate him but whenever I pray, I pray that he would go back to Manchester United and he did. Not to say that I hate Juventus but here's my family, a Manchested United family, and proud to be I, the first Manchester United player in my family. Although since all cousins are males, they labeled me as a pathetic woman who got pushed by their parents, but I stand for gender equality.

“Woah what Paul Pogba?” she was shook and why is that? “Dude, you sure about that?” she asked again.

“Why is that some sort of deal?”

“First, rumor was told he's going to get transfer again,” she stated and I just nodded meaning 'so-what-do-I-care'. “ Second, sometimes his ego levels are so high,”

“I'm right with that,” I replied.

“Third, he's a muslim,”

“I am a muslim,” I looked at her.

“Holy crap didn't know bout that,” she gulped. “Sorry I'm a christian,” then she smiled,“That doesn't mean we can't be friends, aren't we?”

We both laughed.

-

“Hey, what's wrong?” I asked a blonde girl walking through the stand searching for something, wondering around. “Um, I could help,”

“Oh, I lost my airpods, I didn't think I brought it somewhere else,” she looked worried. “I just bought those, hey can u really help me? I need to see manager,”

“Oh sure,” I smiled. Cher looked at me in confused. “What,”

“Dude you looked too friendly,” She furrowed her eyebrows.

I sighed in a good way,“We're all going to be teammates any way.”

So we split up to search for the airpods. “Hey, I'll be searching around the food area stuffs, why don't you go to the other field,”

“You crazy? The men were practicing-,”  couldn't even finish my words, Cher just run straight to where she planned.

‘Hope I didn't run to anyone from United,’ I pray under my breathe.

Slowly, I walk to the stand, trying not to get notice by any United players. I could hear Jose Mourinho's voice shouting, “Smalling! Smalling!”

I took a glance, I could see Chris Smalling, Romelu Lukaku, Jesse Lingard, Marcus Rashford and David De Gea. I gulped meaning, luckily Paul Pogba isn't there.

Without realising, I was at the end of the stand, almost falling. “Oh shit!” I screamed. Making all the men looked at me.

“What the,” Jesse Lingard's voice. “Someone help her!” I could hear all the foot steps getting near and near my position.

I closed my eyes in fears and I opened it for once that I saw the girl's airpods at the other end of the stand. “Oh airpods!” I tried to reach it but things just gone worst, I fall down. “Aaa!” The men was shouting in horror, I closed my eyes in embarrassment.

“Are you okay?” I could sense the sun's light was covering me by a tall man's head. Slowly, I open my eyes, and there stood Paul Pogba. I cursed inside of me.

Immediately, I stood up and run away. “Ouch,” I moaned a little while on my way back to the women's.

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That night caught me all night long awake, even though training was a pain in the ass, the afternoon problem with the men players really make my head spun around several time while I'm trying to sleep. “Let's brush it off,” I recite my sleep prayers and went off to sleep.

I just somehow hope it was a dream,

a dream come true for me.