Chapter 3 Who's That (Part 1)

Chapter 3 - Who's That (Part 1)

It is already 1 am but Anne still cannot sleep although her eyes are already shut. Her brain cannot stop thinking about some trivial things as it suddenly appears out of nowhere. She is usually a light sleeper and easily dozed off whenever she lays on her bed. You know when you start laying on a soft thing then after several minutes your eyes betray you and in a puff of smoke, you are dead to the world. And yes she needs that right now.

"Aargh! What's wrong with you, Anne?!! Why is it so hard for you to get your head down? Stop thinking! You have class tomorrow. Pity my sleeping beauty" She whines while promptly moving to the left side of the bed. After 15 minutes of ranting with herself, she sighs being like a madwoman before falling into a deep sleep.

"Hey up... Anne"

She vaguely hears someone talking in a raspy, deep low pitch, and not-so-audible voice at the corner of her room after only just about 10 minutes. She is subconscious now. Not again. 'Maybe dad is not sleeping yet' She brushes off thinking it was her dad because he sleeps late sometimes to release stress or she thought so. She is drowsy as there is no movement as she tries to sleep back. Her room is close to her living room so she is hundred per cent sure that it was dad. She snubs off that thing or whoever or whatever movie or drama dad is watching and subsequently falls asleep.

"Please, give me a chance..."

"Grrrr"

A dark figure whispers and growls along with a light breeze whisking on her face simultaneously she is unaware. She did not notice it and the sound vanishes not long after. After almost 4 hours of sleeping, she awakens and discerns that she catch a cold. She is sure that she already closed her windows yesterday morning but shrugs it off and paces to the windows. While closing the windows, she tries to remember what dream she had last night.

It made her head dizzy and heavy just like when she dreams of anything else but that. This time is much powerful. 'It felt surreal somehow. But seemed real too. I don't know' She thought. She begins stretching her body to boost energy then takes her hoodie and jean in the closet before going to shower.

After wearing the outfit, she checks for her books, stationery, phone and everything that she has to bring before going to the dining room. She eats two corn buns, a packet of chocolate biscuits and a glass of sky juice. These are her frequent breakfast since the first day she became a Technology MARA University student as a first-year in finance course. The clock shows 6.50 am thus she rushes to the sink and quickly washes the glass as well as throws the biscuit's plastic and buns. Once done, she cleans the table she used earlier and go to her parent's room after.

"Thank you mum for the breakfast!" She says and takes as well as put her mother's backhand on her forehead as it is what most Muslim people do to the elders or people who are older than them before going to leave the house for school, work or university or even going anywhere as a sign to respect them.

"Okay, take care! Be a diligent student, okay?" Says her mother after sending her to the front door. "Ya Allah, I'm already 23 years old this year, mum" She whines then nods anyhow and makes her way to her green compact car.

"Oh no! I'm gonna be late if I don't pick up the girls now" She mumbles while starting the engine and putting her bag in the backseat of her car. While waiting for the car to heat, she uses the time to read her Arabic notes. She has a quiz vis-à-vis Arabic sentences that her lecturer had taught her last week. She then drives and picks up Farah and Raja as she hates being late to class. She wants to prepare herself more before the quiz started.

She hastens to her class after 5 minutes of her arrival as her class is somewhat too far to her liking. But also it is good for her as it is one of the best ways to lose weight and be more productive. She wants to lose a bit of weight but is too lazy to do work out and exercise. Hence, this is going to be like her exercise routine even just for a few minutes.

Her best friend, Farah is a business economic freshwoman while Raja is a fine art fresher. All of them applied at the same university since diploma but got different branches. Raja in Melaka while Farah and Anne in Negeri Sembilan. Both Farah and Anne even got the same course for their diploma which was business studies but separated to pursue their degree in a more specific and absolutely different field. What is even better is three of them had the same branch for their degree.

She stops sprinting when she almost reaches her class. She walks and eyeballs wandering left and right to see if the lecturer or any of her classmates are advents before her. Feeling perturbed relating to the quiz, she looks at her watch then and there.

"Wait... 7.10 am? It's still early. Why would the lecturer come early anyway? I still have time to prepare before the quiz started... Ustaz Azli will surely start it at 8 am. Certainly at 8 am. So... okay... what is that sentence again?" She mumbles while turning back searching for her small notebook in her bag.

"Oh!"

"Wait, not this one..."

"Argh! Where is it?!!"

"Why there are so many books here?!!"