Teera and Hanirah

1: Nasi Lemak

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"How are you feeling right now? What did you feel at that moment? Has life changed overnight or are things pretty much the same?" Teera quipped incessantly, not-so-stealthily inching her phone closer.

"Argh," Hanirah grunted, swatting the much more slender girl aside.

"Painful?" Teera exhalled, trying a couple times before pushing past Hanirah's left arm to stand right smack in front of her face, or more accurately, her chest area, and look up. "-like your heart was dropping from the 45th floor, like rainclouds were stuck in your easophagus-"

Hanirah cut her off with a, "didn't know you were also annoying."

"Also?"

"No respect for personal space."

"Yeah, that, sorry," Teera apologized while simultaneously making a sorry attempt to move back.

Hanirah made a I'm-clearly-still-uncomfortable face and waited.

After many long seconds that felt like an eternity, Teera begrudgingly took a huge step back. With her newfound freedom, Hanirah turned around and tried to make a run for it.

"Aiyoo, just answer my question and I'll leave you alone laaaah," Teera shouted after her.

"Will you take responsibility, if the nasi lemak kat kantin habis and I hungry" Hanirah shouted back as she disappeared down the stairs.