YOLANDA
I jump up quickly from the bed, waking up from the gunshots that sounded so close. Next to me on the bedside table, there is a cup of warm chamomile tea, so I smile and take the cup, slowly drinking the tea before I get up. I must have passed out when Daniel went to make it for me.
I slip on my slippers before I make my way out of the room.
“Daniel, where are you?” I call out, making my way to the lounge. “Daddy, I thought I heard gunshots, but I must have been dreaming. Where are you?”
He is not in the kitchen too. Could he have gone out while I was sleeping?
I am startled by the ringing telephone in my apartment, so I rush to get it because it could be an announcement about the gunshots I heard. I pick it up anxiously and put it on my ear.
“Hi, Yolanda. Can you report
Aksara