She came to school, sat on the cold concrete floor at the usual place, took out her notes. Reminding herself to cram every work from the first term till the end, she started off with great determination, burning holes into the black-and-white papers held in her hands.But the people around her didn't allow her to - they, in their own sneaky cunning way, pulled her away from the notes and made her laugh(shamelessly) like a retarded hyena. She tried to pull herself away from them and continue on with the last minute revision, however they were so contagious, they turn my pages! (...Ignore that last bit. Blame a certain song for that.)Sociology paper 1 was utter crap. Nothing what I read came out, as expected. Accepting that fact is quite sad and pathetic of me.From 12.30 till 1PM my focus wavered. Big time. All thanks to my phone(courtesy of my stupidity). I was blissfully asleep during the exam when I felt something vibrating at my hip. I knew it was my mom, and I would be screwed after the exam. She rang about a long painstaking 10 misscalls. From 12.30. Till 1. During an exam. What more of a distraction can that be? I was fool, I know. And that I cannot will not change.I was scared senseless. More than I was supposed to be pissed. My mom called me. I thought I texted her my exam ends at 1. Maybe I sent it to the wrong number, I thought, I'm screwed.Panicking was, at that time, the most normal thing a person can react to be in that situation. So I did. I panicked. Shitless. I panicked and I wept. By the time I went into the car, I was calm by then and asked at the most abnormal calmest way, Napa telipun mana? Most abnormal calmest way, my ass. Then I said to her again, Napa mama miscall sepuluh kali atu?She reacted at the least possible reaction I could've predicted. Her face was a biiigg question mark. She didn't call me, she said. She was praying around zuhur, watched TV, shat berak pooped. Her phone was at the counter table, too high for my baby brother's reach.During Ramadhan, she then told me, spirits of the dead were given a chance of freedom during this month. Free from their eternal suffering, quite a juxtaposition no? And she had those kinds of minor harmless disturbance by them. Once when we were at my late granddad's cemetery my mom and aunt was there. And out of the blue, while they were still berdoa-ing, mom's phone rang and it showed that my said aunt called despite her bag with her phone in it was right beside her, untouched.She had another encounter but I don't wanna bore readers with that. So, does that mean some spirit of the dead played tricks on me and planned to make me flunk my paper? That's good, in a way. Because that way I have more reason why I failed.Bleh. Till then.I dream things that never were, and say why not?
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