My Boyfriend Is A Campus Bad Boy

The next day, sunrays touched her face which brought her back to reality.

Birds that scattered outside of her house chirped loudly, butterflies fly freely as they had the freedom they sought for thousands of years.

Halora rubbed her eyes, glanced up to the wall clock, and sighed, "I have one hour to sleep again, three hours to pack my things, and two hours before our flight. Hmm, too lazy to get off from bed!" She yawned, moved her body sideways away from the sun's rays.

She closed her eyes, trying to sleep again until a loud, disturbing sound echoed around her room. "Hmm, where is my phone?" She searched for it while her eyes being closed but for the second attempt, Halora slid down to the floor.

And as far as she remembered, she set an alarm on that phone to wake her up on time but suddenly, a trivial incident took place. "Aw, my back!" She tried to stand, held at the edge of the mini table before her.

Halora caressed her buttocks carefully that slowly took the pain. She frowned, furiously picked up the pillows until she found them underneath. "Ugh! I want just to lay down the bed and do nothing!"

Once again, she threw herself to the soft, relaxing bed. On her right hand, Halora held her phone, crossed her legs as she listened to the soothing sound of nature.

But despite being indolent, Halora lazily stood on the bed then walked into the closet a few steps away from her position. In front of it, she stretched her arms as it was one of her daily routines after waking up early in the morning.

"Huh! Huh! What a beautiful sunny day!" She murmured, shrugged off her shoulders when two white butterflies suddenly appeared in the window.

After a while, she remembered her parents who died on the same date and weather. It was a bright, sunny day when vanished from Earth abruptly.

Right then, Halora rushed to the drawer beside the mini table. She searched for an old diary where she kept for a long time.

Fortunately, she found it under a corroded photograph. Dusty and rough, Halora blew it away as she opened her diary. "It's mom and dad's death anniversary!"

"I almost forgot about it!" Halora widened her eyes, flipped the pages of the diary she held for a second. "I have to pack my things now and visit them to their grave before leaving!"

Because of the emblems, Halora remembered one of the most important dates she should never forget. As abrupt as the flash of lightning, she prepared a few shirts and trousers. Three pairs of rubber shoes, an amethyst rosary that was given by her beloved mother since she was five.

All of her things were packed in just half an hour. "Hmm," As she checked her things out, Halora caressed her chin for a moment. "I have to take a quick shower now!" She added, walked into the closet, grabbed the white towel, and went straight to the bathroom.

While Halora was taking a quick bath, her phone vibrated when someone sent her a message. She has no idea about it until the sender called her number once.

A soothing, classic song played yet she didn't hear it. The caller continued calling several times but Halora sang her favorite song inside of the bathroom.

"I must buy mom's favorite flowers and perfume for dad." She murmured, turned off the shower, and covered herself with a white towel hung up on the wall.

Without wasting enough time, she changed her clothes and only worn a pale blue loose shirt and black denim pants. Halora paired it with white rubber shoes.

Hauora went downstairs with her things for a week. She went onto the fridge and took the pitcher of fresh milk. She poured some of it into the empty glass on the table.

She gasped, swallowed some of it until she had drunk everything. "I shall go by now." She said, washed quickly the glass she had used.

Time passed by so quickly, before she left, she glanced up around the only legacy she had from her parents. Reminisced the good and bad memories she had with them.

Little did she know, tears shone to her eyes. Her pulse had stopped pounding as she felt her heart was pricked by a needle for million times. "I missed them so much." She whispered, took a deep, heavy sigh out of the pain she buried a long time ago.

Until teardrops ran down to her cheeks. Even though she had controlled it, yet, she was devoured by the misery that hunted her soul until this moment.

"Wait for me, mom and dad. I'll be on my way to your shrines."

Halora looked down at her feet, prayed for everyone's safety until she took a small black backpack and carried maroon luggage. She checked, closed all the windows, and locked the doors. She bent her knees low, hid the spare key under the pot outside of the house.

However, she forgot to bring her cellphone. She hasn't checked it since she took a quick bath earlier. By then, Halora walked into the sidewalk and waited for a taxi. It was on weekdays that's why it was convenient for all the passengers.

"Where are we heading to, Young Lady?" spoke the driver who looked at the busy, crowded road seriously. "Are you running away from someone?" He looked at her through the mirror as his gaze stuck on the luggage beside Halora.

Talkative drivers were not new for Halora. Every time she called for a taxi, she used to talk with them respectfully. "No," She replied shortly. "I am going somewhere for a school trip but please take me to the memorial cemetery first. I... I will visit my parents before leaving."

Halora noticed how the driver looked her way with pity on her eyes. She gulped, diverted the gloomy ambiance before she couldn't get enough of the feelings hidden underneath.

"You're not truly happy, Young Lady. But I know, when the right time comes, you will choose happiness over your fears. I know you are a brave, dauntless angel sent from up above." The driver told her before they arrived at the memorial cemetery on time.