Dear Mr Pogba / Paul Pogba

12

(My pov)

I woke up, not even bothering my phone and getting ready for my prayers and training.

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After finished everything, Cher arrived at the right time infront of my house and the car journey just went silent because who really talks in the early morning?

She looked super exhausting as well as I am. Last night game was a very amazing game that I am pretty sure my phone is blown by them. That’s why don’t want to check my phone, I kept it off.

Besides, Paul Pogba won’t call me anyways.

We arrived and every single of us got a morning face as usual. Well, first day off was great but sike, back to training. Liverpool Women is next, so no time for rest!

Media started to line out our training area and took some photo. It started to get super noisy that coach called the security to kick them out. Then I noticed that most of them are taking photos of me.

I stopped with my warm up and looked at one of the men that kept on calling me, “Dianella, look here! Look here!”

My heart inside of me was burning in fire. I want to kick this man.

“Where is your boyfriend, Paul Pogba?” he blurted as my gaze changed to him. My eyes widen and I looked at him in terror. “How long have you been in relationship with him?”

Alessia pulled me away from the media and to coach. “Stay here Laceae,”

I was confused that I scratched my head and sat on the covered bench. I put my towel on my head, super confused.

All of my teammates looked at me as if my house just burned down! Wait let me check my phone.

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OH GOD! Quickly, I dialed Paul’s number and wait for about 2 minutes before he finally answered.

“Salam!” we both said in the same time.

“You have got the news right?” I face-palmed my self. I could hear his sigh. “I’m so sorry, I- I shouldn’t stop you in the public, I should-”

“Hey hey hey, it’s not your fault, Dilly,” he responded. “I’m just shocked, I didn’t saw this coming,”

“Well actually,” I bit my lower lips. Should I tell him? “Someone before that direct messaged me on Instagram, sending the basketball photo and asked me to stay away from you,”

“Serious?” he sounded very shocked. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I- I just thought that I’ll be your bothersome and with you thinking about Premier League, and I’m so sorry, I shouldn’t,” I sighed as I just can’t finish my sentence. I can’t think of any word now.

“No no no,” he replied quickly. “Are you okay? If that person bother you again, please tell me, okay Dia?”

“Yeah,” I replied. “Are you okay Paul?”

“No, it’s you who I’m worrying here, although I never got this kind of scandal from Media but I’ll try to settle this down, just don’t worry okay?” his voice calmly cleared my worries. “Besides, there’s nothing between us that we’re really hiding here, aren’t we?” that question, for the second time really slapped me hard in the heart.

“Yeah,” I closed my eyes for a second. Taking a deep breathe.

“I got interview in a minute, see you in Manchester,” he said. “Don’t worry Dilly, Salam,”