Dear Mr Pogba / Paul Pogba

6

(My pov)

“Alexa, call Lily,”

“Calling Lily....,”

I was literally on my end of heartbeat. Nervous fulfill inside of me. A dinner with love of my life? My life's biggest dream as well as my biggest fear. What if I messed up?

“Yo sis, what's up?” Lily answered my call.

“Nothing big,” I tried to calm myself first by inhaling and exhaling slowly.

“Doesn't sound ‘nothing big’ enough for me,” she replied. “Huge?”

“I just got ask to go out with,” I blurted in nervous. “With Paul Labile Pogba,”

“No shit?!” she was obviously shocked.

“No,”

“Serious?!”

“Sis,”

“AAAAAAAKK!” she screamed, loud enough I guessed that made my dad knocked her room door. “Heck, that's dad,” she whispered. “I was just on phone dad!”

I giggled a little. Well that brushed my anxious a little.

“What are you going to wear hun?” Lily asked.

“That's why I asked you, should I wear dress or casual or-,”

“You kidding me?! Your casual are like 100% adidas kits,” she cut me. Well where is the lie in that sentence though.

“Then? I only brought red dress for the upcoming Women's team event,” I panicked. I'm not going to wear a red dress on my first date! Well not a date but-- yeah just look at the bright sight.

“Let's keep it casual but not too YOUR casual, by a REAL casual I mean,” she explained. “Put on some warm clothes, simple but not too much, Manchester is cold, don't you dare wear something short or too revealing or dad and I will fly to Manchester right away,” she added.

Of course Paul Pogba will drop me off if I even wear something like that, beside I never reveal too much skin since training. It's not how our religion works.

“Hey remember the grey shirt I told you to bring with you and you said ‘Oh sis why should I wear that in Manchester, it's totally unusual, like I have a date-’,” she tried to mimic me, well she totally have that 6th sense.

“Yeah yeah,”

“And your adidas pants, it'll look nice if you tucked the shirt in and tie it,” she added. “And that white high soles with blue white red stripes to add that french atmospheré,” she laughed in the end. I swear to god, she's having her time. “And, Dia?”

“Yeah?” I backed off after preparing all the clothes on my bed, wow what a mess room I got here, can't wait to move out.

“Hijab,”

--

I was on my way towards my waiting spot when I saw Paul's car, looked like have been waiting for way too long. I quickly, entered his car.

“I'm sorry, I have to clean the mess I make to my room, then the bathroom door stucked and-,” I paused when he just looked at me, stunned. “Paul Pogba?”

“You- you- you are- you- I mean- you look gorgeous,”

I looked away in embarrassed. “Thank you,” I blushed. Thank you Lily! “And sorry, how long have you been waiting?”

He started to drive away. “Not too long,”

“Well, I was about to tell you that I'll be a little late but I can't, I mean I wish I could but I could not so-,”.

He giggled. His laugh are so cute, I swear. He hand me his phone.

“What?” Confused, me.

“You said you wish to tell me so but you can't, so, I'm here to grant your wish princess,” he explained.

Princess.

I'm fainting. Save me.

“Save your number there Dia,” he added. “As Dianella or Dia or I don't know,” he shrugged while his right hand on the drive, left hand on the gear.

“Okay then,” I saved my number on his phone, his phone is so clean I swear, his wallpaper are his picture with two of his brother and his mother holding the World Cup on the pitch. I saw few chats coming, and a spam from Romelu Lukaku.

He took a peak on me and sniffed with laugh. “Don't mind Romelu, he's always missing me everytime I went a meter away from me,”

“Who's Sara?,” I asked as a chat from Sara came in.

He just stayed silent and I locked his phone and put it near the gear, under the radio.

Well that ruined my car mood then. He always did this. Make me excited in the first place then ruin it after. Great game Paul!

I looked away towards the car's view and enjoying it while my mind is non-stop thinking about who the- is Sara.

--

He stopped his car on the entrance. He get off and on his way to open the door for me but gladly, I got off myself. After asking the valley to park it, he went back to me.

“Shall we?”

I rolled my eyes and entered the restaurant.

It was empty. Not a single customer here. “Look I made it empty, just me and you,” he smiled.

I looked at him. “Don't do this next time, you know its not nice for a woman be alone with a guy in an empty place,”

He looked down, noticing his mistake.

--

I became slowly salty and too much I guess? He's not even mine nor someone I can control.

The food was here and fortunately for him, the food was nice and that made me forget some horrible stuff while ago.

“Dia, I'm sorry,” he started. “I didn't realised my mistakes towards you these past few days, and taking you out today was one of the reason why,”

What?

“I mean, I realised how you were upset yesterday and I'm sorry I haven't realise it until now,” he added. “Dia, I just want you to always be with me, always beside me, cheer my day, share everything with me, always inside, in my heart,”

I looked him in the eye at that moment.

He continued,“I want us to value our friendship like that,”

Friendship?

“Paul,”

“Listen Dia, I have never have such a great friend like you, I'm looking forward,”

How can he even see that I'm breaking inside of me. I didn't expect it to turn like this. I thought that we were more than this? But the fact is? Dia, he just asked for your number, he just asked for your name, he just met you. What do you expect Dia?

I sniffed my inner tears, trying to hold it back. This isn't the time to get emotional. Everything take time.

“Let's eat, Paul,” I smiled. Behind my smile, I tried.

Let's focus on match against Spurs.