Blue_1nk

In a world full of temptation, dissatisfaction, betrayal and hatred, how can a millenial christian-grown youth lives her commitment in life. 

How long will she persevere in her faith?

How far will she go in the midst of  trials and sufferings?

How bold is she in her own belief when her success will costs her own identity to swallow?

Will she conform... or transform?

How can I- not?

Layla stooped down and trying to reach her phone. It took her a minute to open her eyes.


"Let's go together later. I'll pick you up."


After she reads the message, she close her eyes again. What a lazy day.


After some time, she receives another message.


After she reads the message, that's the time she stretches her body and tries to move her leg out from the bed.


Layla go to the kitchen, as part of her daily routine, to drink a lukewarm water every morning.


It passed by to her mind that, "Kira's house is only 30 mins drive away. She will arrive soon", 


(Church Service will start at exactly 9 o'clock in the morning)


"I will be late again", she murmured."next sunday I will wake up early."


With a heavy feet, she went to the bathroom and continues her daily routine.


When Layla is yet to prepare her breakfast, she hears a knock. At once, she tipped the glass window opposite the door. Oh!  It was Kari. She immediately stood up and goes to the door to open.


Kira exclaimed. "Why are you not yet dressed?"


Layla hesitantly replied, " I woke up late".


Kira asked. "Why are you like this for the past weeks?"


"I hope that it won't offend you but I observed that you became out of the burning bush", Kira stated.


"What is she saying. Am I?", she asked herself.


Suddenly, she was staring blankly at the food in front of her.


Kira waved her hand, clapped her hands twice and asked,"Layla, are you okay?".


Layla came back to her senses and just nod.


Kira sit in front of her and looked around at the books in  the shelves, magazines on my working table and the crumpled papers and empty bottles on the floor. What a mess. 


As I followed her gaze, I became uncomfortable. Strangely, I had never felt bad about my room before, but now I was embarassed.


Layla had a hard time swallowing her food. 


"I knew it. She will ask about it", she said in her thought.


She asked, "Did you drank it all by yourself?".


I don't want to answer the question so I just continue what I'm doing. I don't want to lose my appetite. 


Kira stood up and picked up the bottles.


"It's been a long time, she commented, when I am so obssessed with these things. You even went to the Midnight Resto Bar just to look for me and you found me there dead drunk, lying on the chairs and was alone. "


Eventually, Layla stood up after she finished her breakfast.


Kari continued. "What a shame. Thankfully a teacher came and rescued me. That's why I called that teacher as my greatest companion."


Layla puts away her dishes, made a glance and go to her bedroom..Only Kira was left in the living room. 


She looked to the book shelves and was intrigued.


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