"I finally got home...."
A 25-year-old woman let out a long sigh of relief when she managed to take off the ankle boots she was wearing before putting them in a shoe rack and arranging them neatly with other shoes.
The woman glanced at the sofa and immediately took off her leather jacket and threw it on the sofa.
With her lazy steps, the woman began to walk down the dark hallway of her house.
As if she had become accustomed to moving freely without any light illuminating her house, the woman easily found the door of her room.
Without a second, she immediately stepped into the room and lay down on a very soft bed.
"Aaaaaah! I'm so tired!" She shouted while straining the ankle muscles of both legs and arms simultaneously. The sound of tired muscles that are forced to be stretched also screams.
The woman pulled one of the three bolsters she had in her room and hugged it tightly as if to strangle the bolster.
Feeling that it was not enough to just hug, she ended up beating the bolster with explosive emotions.
Punch! Punch! Punch!
"Damn!"
"Even if we are the same age or some of you are older than me. Still, I am an independent adult woman who has been able to make money as much as two digits!"
"I can't compare to you guys who are still begging your parents for money!"
"Let alone being able to make money like me, you guys are still busy taking care of the thesis!"
"But... Why...! Why don't you respect me at all?!"
"You should feel 'Woah! I feel very happy to be taught by a Lecturer as smart as her, I want to be like her after graduating from College later!' or 'Wow! She is already beautiful, smart, and successful again at that young age! I want to find a future wife like her!', it should be like that!"
The woman returned the bolster that she hugged and hit earlier as if she was bored, then pulled one of the other bolsters that had the largest size among the three.
This bolster is the saddest because it is often the target of boxing when she is at the peak of the highest emotions.
But of course, this biggest bolster is the softest bolster.
How could the palm of a young woman who could not lift heavy weights could be used to punch a thick and hard bolster?
Punch! Punch! Punch!
"Haaah... Ha..ahh...."
She paused for a moment after successfully throwing a few weak fists against the large but soft bolster.
That's because her breathing began to tighten and her chest feel pain.
Since she had an accident when she was a child, now she ends up often experiencing dizziness, fatigue, shortness of breath, and chest pain so she has to avoid heavy work.
This disorder results in her having to be treated as soon as possible if suddenly her heart beats faster than normal, or sometimes her heart also beats slower than usual.
Moreover, sometimes she often fell unconscious if she forced herself or because of the stress of teaching. She had to be hospitalized until her heart rate recovered to normal at least.
'Even so, there is also the benefit of having a terrible disease like this. So I can stop doing this kind of shitty stuff, quickly.' The woman's mind was a little relieved.
"Therefore... I have to... start looking for other ways... to relieve emotions... and my stress... without having to do extreme things like this, again." The woman's voice began to pant from out of breath.
She won't know why, but today her heartbeat felt shorter, and also her breathing felt more stifling than usual.
'Is it because I'm so exhausted today that it hurts even more when I start relapsing?' She thought, goosebumps.
She began to think about it after trying to remember how tiring it was today.
While thinking, the chest-length black-haired woman suddenly raised her head to look at the mini-calendar standing upright next to her computer.
In the mini-calendar, some dates seem deliberately rounded with a red marker.
Date: Sunday, February 13th.
- Meet Dr. Vincent, at 13:00 p.m
She has indeed marked her day off, precisely tomorrow to go to her regular Doctor named Vincent, who is a famous cardiologist. That's because she has to monitor the disease further.
The young woman will not let her illness prevent her from earning as much money as possible.
Her dream. She had to earn as much money as possible when she was young so that in her old age she could live comfortably with her savings without having to bother working again.
"When my life is easy, haaaaa...." The woman wondered to herself before returning to sigh softly.
A few moments later, she changed her original position, which was initially lying lazily on her bed, to get up from her lying position.
Faerie, the name of the 25-year-old woman, after feeling her heart calm again, chose to stand up straight and then bend slightly down.
Her head is pointing towards her legs, more precisely towards the polka dots socks that are still attached to her legs.
"Hmmm... Hmm... Hmm...." Faerie hummed merrily to the rhythm of the song she liked.
Faerie's original intention was to get up just to take off her socks, making her ignore her surroundings.
Perhaps it was because Faerie too enjoyed the song she sang, so Faerie did not concentrate on her feet.
When she bowed her body. Her feet were stepping, more precisely the tip of her big toe even hit the table pole.
Bump!
"Aaaaaaaaak!"
Faerie's slender body reflexively fell to the floor. More precisely rolled over and into the bottom of the desk that is large enough for humans to enter. So that the whole body can hide perfectly under the desk.
"Arghhhh, it hurts!" Faerie moaned in pain because her big toe was very sore as if she had been stepped on by an elephant's foot.
Holding back sobs, Faerie tried to lower her head so that she could easily check the state of her big toe.
"Fuuuhh... It hurts...." Faerie muttered while blowing on her big toe.
Faerie, who had finished blowing her feet as a form of first aid, finally checked the condition of her big toe by groping because the surroundings were dark.
That's it. Faerie felt that something hurt when touched in a certain part of her big toe.
"No way... Don't tell me my thumb is swollen?!"
Faerie bit her lip to endure the pain that felt very stinging at the tip of her big toe.
At this time, her room, no, the whole house was completely dark because she deliberately did not turn on the light, so Faerie could not see the state of her big toe.
That's why Faerie wasn't sure about the swelling on her big toe.
"..." Faerie raised her head, intending to turn on the small lamp that was on her desk.
Bump!
"Aaaaaaaaaak !" Faerie returned screaming in pain again.
Now, Faerie's head is bumped against her desk which is 100% made of hardwood.
Hurriedly Faerie came out from under her desk on all fours and limp body due to the lack of power and shock that she experienced in some parts of her body.
"Ah, my gut feeling... it's not good. Looks like today... my whole body would crumble from hitting something." said Faerie in a trembling voice.
Faerie sighed long enough to be able to sit in a chair, and rubbed her head, which had long black hair up to her chest.
Luckily her head had a skull strong enough that she didn't feel so much pain, like when she hit her big toe.
"..." Faerie looked at her computer with a tired look.
Her mind toiled trying to remember the last time she turned on an old-fashioned computer that was in her room.
"It seems like it's been a long time since I turned on this computer...."
Ever since Faerie bought a Notebook that cost so much money, Faerie became reluctant to work on a big computer again.
"I have to be diligent in taking care of my things, especially electronic items so they don't get damaged quickly."
Without thinking, Faerie turned on the computer and the computer screen lit up brightly.
After waiting for a few minutes for loading to complete, Faerie immediately entered the computer password when the computer system requested access to enter.
"Hmm... Hmm...." Faerie moved her mouse nimbly.
On the computer screen, there was a picture where there was a dense forest complete with glowing little fairies flying over it as if it was the only source of light in the dark forest.
The picture has been a favorite Faerie wallpaper on the computer since childhood.
Faerie smiled looking at the picture of the little fairies with a feeling of comfort and peace. As if the big toe and head bump incident never happened.
"Now... What am I going to do with this old-fashioned computer?" Faerie looked at the computer screen in very bright light, so a bedroom that used to be dark is now bright enough.
Ping!
Faerie turned her head away from the computer screen to find the source of the noise coming from her bag.
[4 Messagess]
[Group: X University Lecturer Association]
[Group: Tutoring in 20XX]
[Group: XX High School]
[Personal message: Anna (College Student)]
It was her cell phone that rang.
Faerie rubbed her eyes lazily, then moved a finger to ignore the three group messages and focus more on personal messages.
[Private Messages]
[Anna (College Student)]
Ms. Faerie! How are you?
By the way! Remember last month's promise Miss would come to the celebration party, if Anna was chosen as cheerleader Captain at XXX University, right?!
Anna has good news!
Yeah! That's right! Anna was successfully selected to be the cheerleader Captain!
So, please come tomorrow at 3 p.m, okay?
"Ah."
While reading the message containing the good news, Faerie remembered that one of the college students she taught at one of the tutorings she arranged named Anna, was participating in the selection process of the cheerleader Captain at a famous University and it turned out that she succeeded.
"Well, I promised... so I'll come tomorrow when I'm done seeing the Doctor," Faerie said as she put her phone on the other end of the desk, without replying to the student's message.
Faerie glanced at her mini-calendar that she never forgot to mark the date if there was something important that she should not forget.
Faerie decided to add something to the mini-calendar, then put the calendar back on the desk neatly.
Date: Sunday, February 13th.
- Meet Dr. Vincent, at 13:00 p.m
- Anna's Celebration Party, at 15:00 p.m