Mix Chaos

Raja never thought Yuki Kisho would reply to her direct message. 'Am I dreaming right now?' She tagged him thrice in the story before but he never replied. The last photo she posted about him was about telling him that she hopes she could meet him when she go to Japan next week. And that was 2 days prior. At last! Her dream come true. Blessed.

Yuki Kisho | 2.14 pm

I would love to meet you too

I'll treat you if u really do come here

Raja | 2.15 pm

OMG?!!

IS THIS REALLY U REPLYING TO MY DM? XO

YES!!! I'M GOING TO TOKYO NEXT WEEK BUT ONLY FOR 4 DAYS

Yuki Kisho | 2.17 pm

Hahaha

I guess you are excited to come here and yes, I'm the one and only Yuki Kousei that you know, yes?

Why are you like this, Raja? Lol

And when you'll be flying here?

Raja | 2.18 pm

HAHAHA I'M SORRY

I feel excited now since u replied to my dm as it's been so long we didn't chat

I'll reach there maybe next Monday morning

Until Thursday morning/afternoon

Are u sure? I mean I don't wanna burden u since I'll be with my friends

U are an actor so u must be busy with shooting and such

Yuki Kisho | 2.20 pm

Ahh, I see hahaha

Hmm, I'm free on Thursday only that week so I guess meet you on Thursday morning then

At 8 or 10 o'clock? After you finish with whatever u are doing

Just dm me if you can't or have to change your plan

It's okay, I wanna meet you so why not

Raja | 2.21 pm

Yeah, yeah that'll be great

Arigato, Yuki!

I'll inform u if there's a sudden change of plan

Hope u're doing great!

See u next week, hotzzz Yuki!

He did not reply to her message back after. She could understand why and did not question him as she knows actors would have been very busy as they rarely use their social media. It turns out that today is the best day for her and heaven is an understatement to describe how she felt. She is grateful and cannot wait for that day to come early. Be today or tomorrow. Yet it is already booked on a specific date that she and the two had been worked out.

A sudden cold breeze makes her surroundings peaceful. But it just lasts a moment. The desire to get a reply from him become exaggerating. 'Wait, that's all?' She thought. She let out a heavy sigh as he did not reply to her back although she knew he is busy. Complicated lady. Could not help as her lovely crush rarely replied. Such a rare case. She then shakes the thought. "No, no. I have to be patient" She whispers. She sips her hot tea as her throat dry as she was nervous chatting with him a little time ago. She gulps the tea down more than before as the tea suddenly taste good. Blowing out carbon dioxide in her body after finishing the tea is all she could do now. Eyeballs maundering around thereupon found out that she was alone. Feels better in some way yet lonely.

'Alhamdulillah. Thanks, Allah. My rezeki gets to chat with him just now. I fancied he would not react to it as he was getting busy... but...' She muses at the moment. Feeling excited for today, she willingly gets to freshen herself up alone before going to her third language class. She feels forlorn later as her so-called friends left her without informing her where they were going or even not tapping her as a sign to leave early.

'Good. Leaving me alone again like before. Just nice' She shakes her head and feels kind of upset as to why they left her out of the blue.

Am I not suitable to be friends with them? Or did I do anything that hurt them in the past? She thought. They should be honest instead of leaving her like an outcast. This is the umpteenth time four of them leave her like that. She thought they were just in a hurry or something that she just ignored the fact that they were something exactly wrong with them. Somewhere. She acts fairly and kind but this is what she got in return. Just wow. Her eyes then shut and inhale deeply. Calm the emotion that could influence her study.

'Argh! Thanks to Yuki. Now I can forget about them at the moment. Aw, my virtual crush. You are my saviour of the day. Wish I could marry you tomorrow so I don't have to be this lonely. And I will have someone by my side every time since then' She dreamingly smiles while hugging her A1 file like a pillow with giddiness all over her anatomy. It is unforgivably cringeworthy. If Anne sees this, she will leave her on the street after finishing the class and vomit in rainbow anytime possible.

Together with Farah, who harks back about her heartbroken past this moment, she knew this one guy from Instagram and has had a crush on him for a quite long time. She did not realize her feelings at first as they had messages for weeks. Yet one day, she felt one thing she was not supposed to feel. Not knowing she would undergo such stings later. It was the cause of her beginning detriment and came across it in a great unascertained affliction.

He mistakenly thought she was his friend unwittingly how the conversation started. Farah and his friend have the same name thus he was confused. Then, the get to know step began. The long chatting and calling from him made her fall more yet she did not budge to confess. She wants to keep it to herself. She did not tell anybody about it for months. She realized she needs to tell someone after keeping it for a long time. So, she told Anne and Raja. Things turned upside down afterwards when Anne dm-ed him half a year later. Farah's remarks prior to the confession day made Anne surrender as she respects her decision.

But it was previous to that 6 months. Much to Anne's regards to reveal the secret to him, she did it for her. And of course without Farah knowing. It was getting serious when she told Anne that she falls for him more than a crush. The divulgence undertook to gain his attention as in readiness for action. Anne told him that her friend has a crush on him but did not have the guts to tell him directly as to whom the friend she had mentioned. He replied to her a little bit late but his answer did shock her even made her churn in her stomach. D*mn. Anne keeps telling herself that he will be shocked for sure and might be trying to court her best friend after the divulgence but sadly it was unexpected. Anne feels bad for the confession yet eagerly goes to tell her best friend as Farah needed to be informed. She anxiously typed on her phone to brief her with peeled sorrowful peepers. She wants her best friend to be happy not the other way around. Aargh!

"Salam, Farahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh"

"I confess to your crush on your behalf yesterday and I'm sorry I still did it without your permission but I am feeling sooooooooooo bad"

"He said that he..."

"He's..."

"...married"

Farah was helping her parents when Anne sent it. It was mind-boggling. Far-fetched. She kept reading the same texts over and over again. Not twice, not thrice. It will never be enough. It caught her off guard every time she read it. Anne told her everything after. She even showed the proof, the screenshot of her conversation with him. She did not want to believe that it was real. No way! She could not feel anything. She still has a crush on him. She fell for him already.

No!

Her heart shattered into thousands of small pieces. She was devastated. Could not think straight for a moment. She took a deep breath then exhale slowly. She blamed herself as to why she did not ask him earlier. What did she miss regarding him? When? She wants to be in a voiceless place alone far away from home and cry until she is satisfied as well as forget about him but she knew that it is not going to change anything. People come and go so does her. She is not going to live forever, anyway. She then went to her room after done helping. Looking out at the window while leaning alongside it. 'He's not the one. You can forget him. I know you can. Believe in jodoh. Think about yourself for now and your needs' She thought.

Anne and Raja made an effort with their words of encouragement and it somewhat works on their first try. They know how much it hurts her. Above all when you like someone for so long and somehow or other wasting your time for something you will never own even you dream about having a caring oner in your life. Anne tried matchmaking her with someone she barely knows in order to make her forget about him and get some fun the next day. Codswallop. Not feeling right of wanting to use another person to forget about him thus she rejected Anne's offer nicely. She wants to focus on her life more and make her mind peaceful first. Even though she visibly looks unwell, she barely feels anything. She set about wondering her perception as to why it is hard to find the right one, who will understand her mental state. Consternation. Malaise. Discomposure. Therefore, she makes a move and sits on her cosy chair beginning writing in her diary in due course as she is free.

On the other hand, Anne is terrific as the figures on the left said he will make her suffer and could not fathom what he said next. But she heard a name when he mentioned someone. A familiar name but she faintly could remember it. Arii... what? As she is thinking, the other shadow is gone. She realizes it as the silent eerie place sends her forceful chills down the spine and look around. Sh*t! Where did he go?

'H*ll no. Where's the other one? Don't tell me... he...' She mumbles.

Bam!

A striking blow pulls her inside the classroom and almost fall caused by the unbalance landing between two desks which is a tad far from the entrance door. One of her knees sprained quite hard yet she forces herself to be erect. Feeling frightened, she hurriedly race to the doors but could not make it. Her respiration become short. She tries to run again yet a loud thud ahead of her all at once begins sounding. She hates this.

Bang!

The doors immediately close. She tries thinking of a way to get out of there even there is a possibility she may be get caught. She steps back slowly and quietly making sure she gets a chance to escape. But this time, she being alert and wholly observes the room. Eyes roaming around for an opportunity to run from him. From danger. From the blow that pulled her earlier.

Bam!

She is thrown one metre away and slams her arm on the side of another table by accident. Pretty hard. She hisses while trying to stand up as well as walking straight to the door with a tired-looking countenance. She did not discern she has a cut on her right arm as immersion gets the better of her. Break free is her priority at this moment but abrupt pain makes her stop in her track. "Argh! My legs..." She groans. 'I must open the door! This is the perfect time to break out! You can, Anne!' She shouts under her breath.

Bloody h*ll, you halfwit!

A realisation grows and eats her as the doors are locked. She tries to bang and open them to get help but to no avail. She once again tries thumping on the doors but gets the same result. She feels exhausted and could not stop panting. Sweats are all over the face and body. She then tries to crash the door while screaming for help but no one is there, around that floor.

"Please, anyone help!"

The scary man begins stepping in her way. Was he the one who threw and pulled her? Hold on! 'I saw him somewhere, did I? But... where?' She narrowly gazes at him. He looks like the man that warned her the past few days but with no beard and as thin as a rake than him. Is he? She feels suffocated as he questions her out of the blue and calls her full name accurately. It makes her blood runs cold. She does not even know him.

"Hey there, Anne Waheiyyat Binti JM. Abdul. Well, well... I bet you know what we're talking about just now, don't ya?" He asks her not stopping from his track.

"Huh? How do you know my name? And I don't know what you're talking about" She replies with eyes slightly quivering.

She composedly answers him even she is anxious. She starts to cantillate bismillah before continuing to recite ayatul Kursi next. A shivering recitation is made with low volume so only her ears could hear it, at least. Her reciting of one of the surahs is nearly perfect but she gets interrupted by none other than the devil himself. She forgets what to recite for the next verse as her respiration become unsteady. 'No no no! Ya Allah, please strengthen my memory. I'm begging you'

"Aargh! You wh*reson bi*ch! Oh-oh, you wanna play with me, yeah baby? Alright, we'll play" He says with his evil smirk.

An abrupt shout from the creepy man makes her twitch backwards as she resumes to recite both ayatul kursi and surah al-Falaq with her eyes shut. He stops pacing as there is something fuming and burning around him with fire. She did not aware that her back is hitting the wall behind when she completed reciting them. She then peels her globes little by little thinking she is already safe. Gasping is audible the moment she turns. "Sh*t! What is that?!!" She whispers.

'Why he looks like a Ghostrider now??? D*mn! No! Screw me! I'm a dead meat, bruh! I'm in the sh*t like sh*t! Ya Allah, forgive me' She is in an unthinkable convolute as he treading towards her with anger.

He is on fire and somehow he could resist the burning sensation. Odd. How come? Later, there are hot red fuming flares through his nose and eyes intensely staring at her. Needless to say, he is fiery hopping mad. Palpably not good. Prompt vigorous blows from nowhere are made for the second time. But this time with much powerful force that could blow anything far away or could be thrown down on the ground floor. Plaintive state for Anne, she is the one who has been thrown away to the nearest walls in a flash. She got a bruise now on her back and struggles to get on her knees. Not giving up yet till she can make a run for it.

She gives her best shot to focus on reciting ayatul Kursi again without failing or making any mistakes. She believes she can get out from there as long as she did not break off from it. Before she can say knife, a cupboard full of files and documents falls on her. She has time to slightly dodge but could not slip away from it. Sadly, it lands on her and unfortunately adds to her injuries. The cupboard gratefully did not have much impact on her so she is just mildly injured with a cut on her right arm near her elbow, a huge messy red and blue swollen on her right forearm, scratches on both legs and an enormous bruise on her back. Not severe but badly damage her mental and certainly, it stings so bad. She slowly raises her head. The floor is full of messy files and documents. A few of the tables are also broken and some of the things in the class are unorganised. Feeling the danger coming, she pushes herself while enduring the pain. She wants to be upright. Wants to go far away from the abandoned class. From the ghost rider. The danger that might take her life if she is still staying there. Yet she passes out altogether not long after.