A Rainy, Tiring Day
In the heavy tropical thunderstorm of Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia, Aisyah trudged silently down the pedestrian streets back to her much more comfy and dry dormitory. Splashing onto some big puddles, her right, long-sleeved hand held onto a jet-black umbrella that shielded her from the intense rain.
Before the drenching rain, what she could groggily remember was her excellent pianist performance of the piano concerto no. 2 at the Petronas Philharmonic Hall. And before any celebrations were announced by her similarly excellent musician club mates, exhausted Aisyah had already excused herself very suddenly.
After walking across countless thick puddles of splashed water, she finally reached her lift-less, rundown dormitory where she climbed tiredly with her luckily light rope sack on her back. Drenched all over, she couldn't wait to take a nice, warming bath.
Finally, after climbing a few levels up, a familiar brown door with a black paint of inky black dirtying its surface, revealed to her the home-like dormitory that she had reached.
As she opened the thin door with unusual effort, a burst of loud voices and arguing tones roared into her like an unforeseen typhoon. But her banana-ed mind just couldn't register anymore information and she silently slid out her black flats and veered away from any of her dorm mates.
Successful at her quiet escape slithering away, she stumbled into one of the five tall oak doors. As soon as she saw her clean, white bed, she couldn't help but tumbled onto her hard but anyhow comfortable bed with her drenched clothes still on her.
And, just simply like that, the time passed endlessly through the dark, heavy rain...
The raucous alarm ringtone of her neon-blue-covered phone rang continuously on her bed next to her sleepy body. Without caring about the huge, white numbers on her phone, she just pressed on a button and slept back unknowingly due to her drowsy mind.
"Oh my god! It's already eight!" she couldn't help but exclaim in her mind.
Immediately, she got up with sudden energy and rushed into the toilet in a rush. Unlucky for her, accidentally dozing off without a washing bath made her hijab-covered, drenched hair to stink with sticky sweat and oiliness. Disgusted of herself, she proceeded to take a bubbly shower in the expense of a stern lecturing by her math professor.
Anyhow, she speedily dried herself with a quick teeth-brushing and walked out with her still moist rope bag now stuffed with her subject's books and essential stationaries.
Walking out of the room, she saw the same morning scene of her dorm mate, university sophomore Ashley, eating a jam-covered bread piece. Due to the different timing of the five university dorm mates, it was Aisyah and Ashley only that would appear rising-sun-early in the wide communal room.
"Morning, Aisyah. You want some bread?" asked ever so drowsily but kindly by Ashley.
"Sorry, Ashley, but I am in a rush right now." Aisyah urgently replied with both hands adjusting her pinkish-white hijab which matched her creamy-white floral baju kurung.
With a barely visible nod of acknowledgement, Ashley continued scrolling through her blog feed while Aisyah exits the dorm with a hasty gust of wind. And with that, she ran with the quick speed of a bee.
Being lectured about punctuality from her forever bitter Professor Reeva. If it wasn't any worse, she had to sit at the seat of the most behind where you could only hear incredibly thin information strands of the professor's lessons.
Clearly unneeded to listen a barely audible voice, she pretended to read the thick mathematical papers she had collected on the table whilst her long train of thoughts rolled through Aisyah's mind tracks.
Why did I feel so unusually tired today? And indeed, she would normally wake up energetically and, most importantly, efficiently prepare herself to get to classes punctually. Slowly, she metaphorically dug through the blur memories of her hazy Sunday.
Nonphysically, her memory transported her vision to a few thirty minutes before her music orchestra's program behind the main stage. And suddenly, a bright bluish light enveloped her vision from an unknown source. Scouring through her memories once more, she scanned it with much mental focus as she can accumulate in her.
Slowly, but still speedily, she went through her memory one by one, and still, again a source of blue light blew up in front of her.
Not again! she thought to herself annoyed, Let me try again.
And again, she dug and searched through the messy memories before...
"Ms. Qistina! Can you please focus on my lessons please!"
As sudden as that unfortunately familiar yell, Aisyah was immediately snapped out of the cloudy memory. And in the main front of the room, stood a cherry-red, clearly irritated professor.
"One more time, and I will excuse you out of my class for one whole semester!" deathly warned by an indignant Professor Reeva.
Taking the warning very seriously, Aisyah had no other different choice but to listen to the Professor's almost muted voice. But her mind continued to ask the one and only question repetitively.
What was that blue light, and who could have done it?
But presently, she can't answer that question with her professor continuously bugging her. Therefore, she placed her literal never shortening focus at the far front...
