SANDARA’s POV

Monday!

*siiIigggHHhh

I gingerly pushed myself up into a sit, my hair is disheveled and my eyes still drooping. I instantly felt that my body refused to function properly as I yawned so I just dropped myself again and hugged my favorite pillow.

Okay. Ten more minutes won’t be bad.

I’m already at the comfort of my bed when my phone suddenly rang, completely disturbing me. Argh. Why do I even have a scandalizing ringtone? I shall change it later before it can wake up the dead. I picked up my phone resting underneath my pillow and answered it.

“Yes?”, I huskily said before burying my face onto my pillow. I badly want to sleep more.

“DARA, GET YOUR DOWN HERE!”

*toot toot toot

I stared at my phone in shock then blinked at it. Bom, my best friend, who’s currently having her menstruation at this moment (the best explanation probably to why she’s screaming deadly early in the morning), ended the call without letting me speak. Aisshh

Oh well. I just tossed my phone somewhere at my bed and planned to ignore Bom when someone suddenly starting banging my door.

”DARA, I KNOW YOU ARE STILL ALIVE SO YOU BETTER GET UP!!!”, yep, that’s my best friend right there.

“Argh. Leave me alone. I want to sleep!!”, I shouted back and covered my head with my pillow as Bom continuously banging my door vigorously.

“I will seriously toast your if you are not coming out this instance!”

“Kay”

“DARA!!!”

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And there goes my flying door. Bom was able to kick off my door making me gawked at her in bewilderment. I swear, I was convinced a long time ago that this woman was a descendant of Amazonas.

“What are you still doing on bed? Get up and get ready”, she’s still shouting at me but much calmer than earlier. How could she be so calm when she just dismantled my door?

“What’s wrong with you?”, I widened my eyes at her as she walks towards my closet before tossing me a random dress .

“Wear that dress, I’ll wait for you outside”, she informed me in urgency, not answering my question.

“What is this?”, I looked at my own dress with a scowling face. I recognized it as her gift for me that I never wear even once.

“We’re going to have a job interview today, right? So better look presentable. I don’t trust your grandma fashion sense…I always feel embarrassed to be your friend whenever you look like an abandoned housewife”, she said matter-of-factly. I should remind this girl I just woke up and my mind is still not yet in the process to identify what is joke or not.

“Bom, the interview is later this afternoon”

“Yep. That’s why we should get ready”

“Bom, it’s just 7 am in the morning. SE-VEN!!!”, I yelled at her  incredulously. I can’t become calm, I’m still feeling soooo sleepy and my door lying on the ground is not even helping. Haaaaa!

“I don’t want to be late, ya know”

I bolted up in a sit and run my palm on my face. I can’t believe her. Is she even hearing herself?

“Get out”, I furiously pointed my door.

“Oohhh. So grumpy”

I looked at her warily, I think a lightning flashed across my eyes as I stare at her. She just gave me a cheeky smile before coming towards me and ruffled my hair like I am kid, I slapped her hand and glared at her. I’m starting to wonder why I even became best friend to this unearthly creature. She just ignore my flaming glare at her (which she always does) and just sat at the edge of my bed bedside me…thennnnnn – she grinned knowingly at me. Oh no, oh no! That smile promises something that is not good for the humankind.

“WHAT?”, I asked, I’m not even sure if I really want to know her answer. My hands tightly gripping my pillow, I’m just getting ready if in case she suddenly open widely and try to devour me.

“Nothing. I just really have a good feeling about this job interview”, she gushed. Oh no, that feeling is surely not good.

“Why are you even excited about?”, there, I finally asked the million dollar question.

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