Dear Mr Pogba / Paul Pogba

10

(My pov)

It’s a rest day for me! Yeay!

I opened my eyes as it had strike 4 in the morning and went inside my washroom to get a sweet Manchester cold bath.

After finishing, fed myself some healthy breakfast while checking my notification. No news about the stranger last night but few people started to follow me, not few actually, about some famous registered people started to follow me too.

As free time, I clean my house before 5 in the morning. In the last 5 in morning to 6, it’s time for me to do my  prayers.

After finishing, I complete cleaning some part of my house and unpack some of unpacked boxes I haven’t open. I open one of the box and saw a picture of mom and I when I was just a little girl.

Mom was a fanatic football fan while dad live as a football family. I stare at mom’s face while brushing the frame that was covered by dust with the clean towel I’ve prepared. “I miss you mom,” I said while sighing, trying not to get myself into tears. Of course I have moved on from her goes but being able to finally fulfil her dream to finally be here is a huge honor of her.

Everything went well, so I decided to jog around my house area. Of course it is not my house, I rent it for these few months maybe before moving myself to somewhere near Old Trafford. I’m saving myself some money in the age of 18, bare with me. Wow, I sometimes forgot that I’m 18.

I tied my running Adidas shoe tightly before stretching myself after putting on my Beat headset with Sicko Mode by Travis Scott ft Drake as the shuffle starter.

A morning jog, a morning air in Manchester are so refreshing. I stopped as my phone notify rang. I checked and it was Manchester United’s Instagram account and Twitter account tagged me.

I liked it right away and slide to some comment.

“What a match! @ Dianellalaceae @ Claradivoć,”

“Good to have a women team!!!”

“She is so gorgeous! Good luck @ Dianellalaceae !! Love you!!”

“Stop mentioning about women’s team. What happened to Manchester United? #MourinhoOut,”

I stopped at the last comment I read. Paul told me they have been losing matches this days, especially in Premier League ever since their draw match with Wolves. But Champions League is today, against Young Boys and I hope everything will go well. I prayed.

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Good to have sometimes alone, Paul Pogba have a match today so I don’t want to bother him. Its about lunch time now so I cooked a lunch for me and enjoying it pretty well when my phone rang I checked and a smile curved in my face.

“Salam,” I greeted as I answered the phone call.

“Salam,” he replied. “So, corner goal huh?” he started. I almost choked on my food.

“Where did you know?” I asked.

“Oh, I saw it everywhere now, you didn’t tell me last night,” I could sense his pouting in the line. “Oh wait, is this what you have been wanting to tell me last night?” he asked again.

No it’s not.

“No,” I replied. “Don’t you have match to worry about?” I tried to changed the topic.

“Don’t you have some one to cheer?” he asked back.

I laughed as well is Paul.

“Fine, goodluck, may Allah bless you,” I prayed.

“Amin Amin Amin,” he responded. “Gotta go,” his Manchester accent turned American.

“Salam,”

“Salam,” he ended the call.

I put the phone down while smiling, he’s not missing me does he? I asked myself. Why am I like this oh my god.

I continued to eat my food and washed it after finishing them.

I sat on my desk and checked my Instagram. My account is dying. My last post was my last win in my unofficial old club with my friends since high school.

“Shouldn’t I post something?” I asked myself as I bit my nails. Don’t mind me, it was my basic habit.

I checked my phone’s album and there’s plenty of photos taken of me by the photographers. I chose the one that really caught my eyes.

“This looked nice,” I said to myself as the photo was shown, myself being hugged by all my teammates with audience amazing reaction and a graphical green pitch which really soften my eyes.

I posted it on Instagram with a caption: ‘Finally a Red, Alhamdulilah,’.

Not even a minute, plenty of likes and comments blasted my phone. Then a like came from Paul Pogba, and he started to like all my posts. I shook my head, this boy doesn’t have a match to worry about? I don’t want to be a bother to him.

@ Linallielaceae: “Well done, love you!!”

@ ManchesterUnited: “🔴👍🏽🔥”

@ ManchetserUnitedWomen: “Go go captain!!🔥🔥”

And some comments really bothered me.

@ Gerrriax_fox: “such a bad game,”

@ Liemarney__: “come to everton 🔵🔵🔵🔵”

@ blman._.25: “replace the mens team”

I brushed the overthinking off and back to my business. I posted the same for my Twitter and left my desk as I promised Cher, Alessia and Majole that I’m going to go out with them.

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I wore an oversized Adidas 3 stripes hoodie with black jeans and Vans. With my small waist bag to complete my today’s style.

“Come on model!” Alessia shouted as I came out 10 minutes late. I could see Majole and Cher took a video of me.

I entered the ride and Cher drive away.

I checked my Instagram story mentioned by Cher and Majole. They posted the video on their Instagram story.

“Hey, just got my first game, a cute boy hit me up on Twitter last night,” Alessia blurted. Cher and Majole went ‘Ooooo!!’

Alessia looked at me, “How about you puppy?” I looked at her in weird ways. “What? You looked cute today! What’s with this hip hop style?”

All of them nodded in respond. Don’t let me get started with how Paul Pogba looked at me when we went out last few days.

“Come on Dia, some cute guys might hit you too up yeah?” Majole started with her Brazil accent.

I shook, “Sorry, I don’t do boys?” I furrowed my eyebrows in the end of the sentence meaning, it’s not wrong for me to say it right? “I'm not that ‘not straight’ but I’m not into finding boys,” I shrugged my shoulder.

“Don’t mind her,” Cher took a glance at Majole and Alessia as she was driving. “She only do Paul Pogba,”

“Oh yeah, speaking of him, started to follow you on Instagram did he?!” Alessia excitedly looked at me.

I chuckled. They haven’t know about Paul Pogba and me, yet. But I’ll tell them when the time come.

I nodded slowly in respond. “Can’t you guys just talk already?” Majole excited too.

Oh believe me Majole, I got his number. Don’t mind me.

“Where are we going?” I changed the topic while trying to hide my smile. All of them looked at me in suspense and change the conversation.

I miss him so much.