She flipped her cell as she switched off the computer later that night. "12:45pm" flashed the screen. Nothing else. Not an incoming text message, much less a call from him. How she sighed. Shaking her head in an attempt to leave the past behind her, she headed straight to the master bedroom to kiss her mother goodnight. She couldn't throw this habit off, despite her being eighteen-years-old that year. But, so what? Who says expressing your love towards your bonded ones only limit to childhood years? She rolled her eyes hard, then shrugged her shoulders off at that thought. Such pride. Such audacity. Well, what's new with human beings, again she questioned herself in discreet.
"Have you gone to the doc's? Are you okay?"
"Huh? Mum? Clinics aren't open at this hour! And I'm still well, alive & kicking here! Are you actually okay, mum?"
A brief silence. She waited for her response. A minute flew past. Still, there wasn't any answer coming from her. Her mother, she presumed, must have been dreaming. How odd. She giggled faintly at this. Fancy witnessing her talking gibberish in her slightest-conscious mind at this wee hour of the night. Must have been fatigued from all that working, she thought.
"Bless you."
Her mother woke up right after she mouthed those words. With her forehead creasing hard, followed by the gap between her eyebrows narrowed with them scrunching close, any individual could read that she was totally in agony/fear. Immediately, she told her daughter of hers of what she's been dreaming about just then.
"You collapsed. I tried to call the ambulance, but it's too late! Your father, sisters & I cried. Oh my god."
Right, mother! Laughing at mother's comical nightmare, she assured her that she's fine all along & that was just a mere nightmare that more possible than not, NOT happen in reality of course. Soon after, both mother & daughter were involved in fits of giggles over the dubious incident, looking so adorable & bonded than anyone else in the universe paired together.
"Tell me if you've any problems, Dee. You can't fool your own mother. One look, and I can read what's in your mind. That bad dream of mine just tells me something about you."
"Don't be superstitious, mum! You're being ridiculous."
"It's an intuition. A die-hard intuition."
Intuition. Her mother knew her too well. No matter how hard she tried to put up a facade with a fake smile plastered on her face 24/7, she knew she couldn't run away from her. Now what? Was she supposed to spill the beans out, no? She couldn't think straight, all she could do was to question the measures of wise-being if and only if she did as what she was told. Damn.
"Goodnight Mum. I'm just fine, don't worry," she said as she left the room in a loss for words. No, the cat musn't be let out of the bag. The last thing she would do was to make her mother worried. A problem too redundant for her to be concerned about, really. Let it be a burden just between the diary & her alone. Fabulous, just fabulous.
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