I Write: Mortal – Chapter 6

“Venera? Care to explain?” Anar prompted for the second time.

“Okay, I will but let’s at least secure the school grounds first. Our witch kins are securing the forest as we speak now. The Qakkirs must not cross over into the land of kiths,” Venera replied.

Anar showed a sign of disapproval on his face but quickly hid it when he got Zola to look at him and said, “I have to go now. I need to help them but I will bring you to the infirmary first.”

Zola nodded weakly. There was not much that she could do anyway.

“Come follow me,” Anar said gently.

Zola hesitated. Anar seemed to have understood her instantly when he said while pointing towards the nearest stairwell, “It’s okay. We’ll take the stairs down. The staircase is right next to the corner there.”

Zola felt immensely relieved that she did not have to disappear into thin air like Afif and Johnson did.

She quietly followed Anar, who measured his stride to suit Zola. She was suddenly overcome by a sense of appreciation she never had for him. The guy who chaired the computer club at her high school… The guy whom she found to be boring… The guy who had been her friend for some good years….

However, her wandering mind was jolted when Anar suddenly turned to her to say, “We’re here.”

Anar opened the door to a very spacious room filled with many occupied beds. There were a few students whose faces she had seen before. She had not have the luxury of knowing everyone yet given that school had just started for them. Unfortunately, it seemed that she might not be able to get to know them for a long time.

Anar placed his left hand on her right shoulder and said, ” Come on. Have a seat over there.”

He led her to a corner with a sofa set. They sat together on the three-seater couch.

“Just rest here, okay? You can lie down if you want to. I need to help the school now,” Anar said gently before standing up to leave the room.

Zola remained quiet as Anar left the infirmary using the door. Zola found it comforting that he did not vanish in front of her.

Perhaps he chose not to?

Zola did not know what to think anymore. She decided to take up Anar’s suggestion and positioned her body to lie fully on the couch she was sitting on. She was quite surprised to find that the light above was not glaring at all. In fact, the light felt extremely soothing and calming. In a matter of moments, Zola dozed off, unaware that Anar too had disappeared outside the infirmary.

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I Write: Mortal — Chapter 5

Just before Zola could approach the girl sobbing on her right to comfort her, two student councillors escorted the girl out of the hall. They moved so quickly that Zola could not find the chance to speak to them.

Zola took another look at her surroundings. The hall was fast being emptied out, which allowed her to see a more familiar face.

“Afif!” Zola finally found her voice.

Afif acknowledged with a nod and held out his hand to her to signal her to wait for him.

Zola waited patiently for a good five minutes while Afif tended to a wounded male student. Once he was done, the student was wheeled away and Afif made his way to Zola.

“How are you holding up, Zola?” Afif asked without delay.

“I’m…I’m just…in shock,” Zola tried her best to finish her sentence.

Afif looked at her sympathetically and then took a seat beside her. He sighed, while his visage wore a frown. Clearly, there was something he needed to tell her but he didn’t know how.

“Where is Nerea?!” Lyuben bellowed as he entered the hall. Zola and Afif looked up at him. Afif rose from his seat to face him. Zola turned to look at where Venera had left Nerea previously but she was missing.

“Calm down, Lyuben,” Afif used a controlled voice to counter Lyuben’s outburst.

“Just tell me where she is!” Lyuben cried out.

“She was just here with me. Venera left her here with me,” Zola chimed in.

“Then where is she now?!” Lyuben sprang towards Zola but Afif quickly held him back.

“We’ll find her. There’s no need to flip out like that. Zola is still in shock. You can’t find her like this. Right now is not a good time to act this way. We already have a situation in our hands,” Afif said while maintaining his grip on Lyuben.

“But -“

Afif turned Lyuben’s face towards him and looked deeply into his eyes. Zola noticed a drastic change in Lyuben’s gaze, which made her feel bewildered.

What the hell was that?

The two guys broke their gaze and Lyuben stepped back, looking slightly overcome. Whatever hold that Afif had over him must have worked as Lyuben slumped himself beside Zola weakly.

Seriously, what the hell was that?

Zola wondered.

“Afif, I need a report. Are the wounded tended to?” A familiar voice interrupted Zola’s thought. Venera arrived looking slightly frazzled.

“Yes, the injured kins have been relocated to the infirmary below and
all kiths who were wounded have been sent to the hospital,” Afif said dutifully. “The wardens will explain to the kiths’ hospital as discussed. I have dispensed the memory tampering potion you passed me to each one of the kiths, even the uninjured.”

“Good, I will need you to at the infirmary to check on their progress and let me know immediately when anyone is fully healed. I need every single one of their help to combat the Qakkirs.”

“Would you like me to recall our kiths’ guardian angels?”

Venera thought for a moment before replying Afif, “No, I will need them to monitor what is happening beyond Arevig’s grounds. I just want to be sure that the Qakkirs are confined to Arevig forest. More importantly, I want them to ensure that the kiths do not remember anything about this crisis.”

“Venera!” A sullen student councillor interjected while running towards her. “We have ensured that all the kiths have been safely escorted and transported out. Potions are also dispensed to them.”

The student councillor noticed Lyuben nearby and went towards him. He placed his hand on Lyuben’s shoulder and said, “Nerea is safe.”

Lyuben looked up at the mention of Nerea’s name. The student councillor continued, “She is on the way home and safe. Do not worry about her anymore.”

Lyuben put on an appreciative smile and patted on the councillor’s hand, “Thanks, Johnson.”

The councillor by the name of Johnson then turned to Zola and his face became more sullen. “Venera, why is she allowed here?”

“I need her here, Johnson.”

“I don’t understand.”

“I’m not sure myself, which is why I need her to stay here until I’ve figured it out. Her middle name is Chichi.”

Johnson raised his eyebrows and turned away from Zola. “Whatever it is, figure it out quickly, Venera, for her safety.”

“Don’t tell me what to do,” Venera said, slightly annoyed.

Johnson chuckled and started walking away from them, “I’ll check on the action outside.”

Zola gasped loudly when she saw Johnson disappearing into thin air as he walked out. Venera, Afif, and Lyuben looked at Zola immediately.

“He… he…. he…” Zola tried to string her words together but failed as her trembling finger tried to point at the spot where Johnson disappeared.

“He’s such a show off, don’t mind him,” Venera said coolly. “Right, Afif, off you go to the infirmary now.”

“Like now? Like that?” Afif gestured towards Johnson’s disappearance spot.

“You might as well. We need to tell her anyway.”

Afif shrugged and vanished. Zola’s jaw dropped.

What the-

Before she could even finish her thought, she felt the heavy presence beside her lift off in a fluttering breeze.

Is there a window?

But when she turned to look at her side, Lyuben was no longer there. And there was no window.

Zola felt incredibly faint. Venera looked sadly at Zola. She hated this so much; overwhelming any kith with knowledge they should not be having. Just as Venera was about to address Zola, she noticed someone approaching them.

“Anar!” Zola recognised the person immediately and ran to him and hugged him. She was surprised at herself for doing so and she was even more surprised that she did not care in doing so. Anar blinked in disbelief and looked at Venera sheepishly.

It took a while for Anar to snap out of his temporary confusion. He looked at Venera and mouthed, “What’s going on?”

Venera sighed in reply.

I Ramble: 11 September 2018

In the name of Allah, the Most Gracious, the Most Merciful.

What an ominous date to choose to blog again! Hahaha! Anyway, how has life been treating you?

Well, it wasn’t smooth-sailing for me and I haven’t been the best person but alhamdulillah, I’m still alive and blogging! Hahaha!

UNIQLO life has made it difficult for me to balance life. It’s damn bloody tiring and wow, long hours are damn long but overall, I have got good colleagues to pull me through the difficult times.

Life with Beedin has been interesting. I think it’s cool that we went through some difficult moments because that adds a realistic touch to my marriage life. I also discovered that I’m not alone in my experiences. Certain aspects of marriage are common amongst couples. So yep, I think people should get married even though I always sigh in response to their question of, “How is married life for you?” Hehehe.

The sigh is not a completely negative thing. It is simply the best answer I have for now to express a mixture of both good and bad and real. I think once you’re married, you’ll know for sure what I mean!

I just told my husband I want to be a housewife and he threw the bolster on my face. T_T

SO SAD! HUHU!

Hahahaha! Well, that’s married life for you hahaha! Yes, of course, he didn’t do it violently!

But yes, I think I have really settled on the idea of being a housewife. I don’t really enjoy going to work. I just want to be at home. Long gone are the days of being a career woman. I just want to be domestic. Domesticate me!

On another note, I’m giving work another chance. Apparently, I will be doing more administrative work compared to my current manual labour jobscope lol in October. I know for sure that it will be more mentally demanding and less physically demanding. I also foresee working 12-hour shifts. And I also believe that I will no longer have afternoon and midnight shifts. I will have to wake up in the morning each day.

HUHUHU! SO SAD!

But anyway, enough of me being dramatic. Let’s just enjoy this wonderful cloudy day together and be chilled to our hearts’ content.

And Allah is Ar-Rahman, the Most Gracious.

I Ramble: 28 December 2017

In the name of Allah, the Most Beneficent, the Most Merciful.

Here, play this song while reading this post:

I’m learning the song for Dry Magnum’s jamming session on 8th January 2018. Hehehe. We chose a very nice date, 080118. Kekeke. Obviously, I can’t sing like the legendary Dio so I’ll have to adapt accordingly. As usual. Hehe.

I’m just feeling knackered all over. Good Lord. This job might suck the living energy out of me! Very physically demanding but for some reason, I look forward to the adrenaline rush every now and then. I realise that I’m gaining a bit more momentum in my work efficiency. I’m starting to feel automated at the cashier and fitting room. I also feel that my tidying has sped up a bit but I’m still rather particular at it.

Anyway, besides updates on my work life, basically today’s agenda is to sit for SMC’s monthly meeting, with me not having done anything this time. Shucks. I’m going to get grilled by other partners for this. Then finalise the changes for our wedding card. When I received the first draft and saw my name on there, I must admit, it felt surreal. Like wow. Like it’s finally hitting me that I’m getting married. Just wow. And then I’ll also do a mini-review of what the Christmas Winter Wonderland at Gardens By The Bay experience was like for me via vlogging.

I foresee 2018 being extremely busy for me. I guess, I’m ready to step out a bit and step up my efforts for Metropolitan Muslimah, Rubber Bandits, SMC, and UNIQLO. So it’s going to be an uphill task, a mighty mighty challenge, but let’s go for it. Like le fiance tells me many times, we aren’t getting younger.

Okay, that’s all from me. Let’s get going. I’ll see if I want to come up with any new year resolutions or not.

And Allah is Al-Mawla, the Supporter. – MM

I Write: Mortal — Chapter 2

Zola looked out of Nerea’s dormitory room window. The sky was black but the school grounds’ lights were turned on.

“Gee, it is as bright as a stadium around here,” Zola remarked.

“I actually like it. Makes you feel safer, especially when you’re returning to the dorm late at night,” Nerea replied.

“Nerea, has anything bad ever happened that prompted the school to light the place up like it is Christmas?” Zola asked curiously.

“Well…” Nerea’s voice faded off. It took her about a minute before she continued, “I supposed so. I’ve only heard rumours but they are so preposterous that I much rather just dismiss them.”

“What do you mean?”

Nerea’s brows furrowed for a moment before she answered, “Supernatural stuff. Like monsters lurking in the dark. That kind of thing, which is definitely not my favourite topic to discuss.”

“Oh, right, sorry about that!” Zola quickly apologised.

With that, the momentary tension in the room eased as Nerea’s face relaxed. She said, “Well, now you know where to find me. Room 201. Level 2, 1st door. Got it?”

“Got it. You can find me at Room 111. I wanna head back to my room and rest now. I’m only in college yet I feel so old,” said Zola.

Nerea laughed, “Don’t worry about it. We all are. It gets really quiet by 10pm. That’s how old we are.”

“Well, looks like I’ll fit right in!”

The two girls giggled and said goodnight. Zola walked out of Nerea’s room and headed towards the staircase right beside it. As she was about to make her way down the stairs, she felt a sudden cool breeze on her neck. She turned around but there was nobody at the hallway. Zola felt uneasy. In the midst of trying to shake the uneasiness off her, she jumped at a sudden sharp sound but then heaved a sigh of relief when she realised it was made by a girl who slammed the door behind her as she made her way to the bathroom at the opposite end of the hallway.

Zola calmed herself down and walked down the stairs and to her room. She felt better as she made her way through the noisy level one hallway, full of the new girls who were excitedly visiting and comparing one another’s rooms. Zola then realised that she has yet to befriend a freshman like herself. She felt a little lonely but cheered up at the thought of her new classes the next day. She would be able to make friends with them then. Zola entered her room and locked the door. As she sat on the edge of her bed, she felt a desire to look out of the window.

She had a slightly different view outside compared to the one she got in Nerea’s room. She could see the school lake better and felt deeply satisfied by the view. She was too busy unpacking and settling into her room that she did not take the time to appreciate the view. Zola leaned backwards until her back was fully laid on the bed. She shifted herself to position her entire body on the bed. Before Zola could even think about anything, she fell asleep.

The night air around Arevig College was still. Arevig College was always known for its serene physical environment. But that stillness was broken momentarily when a car pulled up to the foyer of the boys’ dormitory.

“Dude, what took you so long to get here? You missed orientation!” Afif exclaimed as he welcomed the sight of a bespectacled dark haired boy.

“How is that your first concern?! Shouldn’t your priority lie in something else?” the dark haired boy retorted with amusement at his friend.

“Don’t worry about it, Anar, she’s safe,” Afif patted the dark haired boy’s shoulder.

Anar looked at Afif with a slight worry and said, “I really hope so. I tried to convince her not to come here after what was revealed to us.”

Anar sighed and continued, “But to each, his or her own. That’s the way it has always been with human beings.”

Afif smiled knowingly to acknowledge the truth in his friend’s words. He looked up into the sky to search for the stars and found them glistening brightly. He then looked down to see Anar doing the same thing.

“Even angels need a break once in a while. Tonight is a good time for that. The stars will watch over her. Here, let me help you with your things and then I’ll show you the place to park your car,” Afif broke the silence and reached for Anar’s luggages.

“Thanks, mate! If you don’t mind, can we stretch our wings for a little bit before we make our way back to the dorm from the parking lot?” asked Anar.

Afif nodded and paved the way to Anar’s room.