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3 Days Later (The Weekend)
9:00 AM
“Malady,” a tiny voice crossed my subliminal mind in my slumber but I tended to ignore it, calling it a fluke. “Malady please wake up, today is a hectic day,” once again that sleek tone divided my peaceful sleep with her voice and this time I replied to her with a groggy hum. She first waited for me to make movements and get off from the bed but instead of showing her any valid hopes, I further curled up in my covers and continued sleeping like a careless brat.
Watching me like that, her forthcoming voice toned up slightly rude, “Please Malady, wake up or I should be calling master?” she warned me and as she mentioned that wicked man to frighten me and gladly, she did frighten me till my toe. I hastily jerked up on the bed and in the very next m
