Author : Candy Onn
Translator : Haruhi & Gia (Wattpad)
Proofread : Wendy
ღ Because It's Love right? ღ
"You don't believe me?"
"Huh?"
"You don't believe me, Tor?"
"Believe about what, Zon?"
"About what I've told you that the two of us are getting into a
novel"
"Waitttt"
"Believe me, Tor! You and I are getting into the fiction that Sol has
written"
"Zon" Tutor tried to call his high school friend's name to remind him
again.
"I told you the truth! You have to believe me!"
This time, aside from saying it in a loud voice, the shorter person reached out
his hand to hold and shake the other's shoulder vigorously.
"Believe me Tor, trust me!"
"Zon wait a minute, calm down."
"Tor, believe me ... ai'Tor, ai'damn Tor!!!!!"
"!!?" Tutor is startled when he heard a call from someone.
He widens his eyes looking at the sight in front of him, then blink his eyes to
see who the person is that’s looking at him.
"Why are you sleeping in class?" A familiar voice shows that the
person who woke him up is Day.
"Hmm"
"Normally you aren't like this"
"Last night I slept a little late" Tutor raises his hand to massage between
his eyebrows with weariness.
He slept late last night because he was busy calculating his living expenses and
whether it's enough for his dormitory cost and eating expenses.
But no matter how much he saved, in the end, he may just able to only spend a
very little amount of money anyway.
"Is Saifah already gone?"
When he is fully awake, Tutor turns his head around. The classroom that should
be full of people is now empty. Even Saifah who is his friend, already left.
"Well, yeah. P'Soda called. She asked him to meet her to teach guitar for
the people who will sing at the football club's project."
"In conclusion, Zon really doesn't accept this project na"
"It seems so. I saw that Saifah is with someone else" Tutor nods as a
sign that he understands.
He knows his friend's habit of not wanting to be busy except when there’s
someone challenging him.
"Nothing"
"Are you okay Tor? Your face seems very tired."
"Are you sure?"
"Errr"
"Okay, okay. Because if you don't say anything, I won't know how to help
you. I have to practice basketball again. It's already late, I'll be hit by the
fourth year again."
"Then, Day can go, hurry up. I'll finish packing my stuff and then go back
as well."
He (Tutor) nods while looking at his friend who's leaving the classroom until
he disappeared and then slowly sighed. He never thought that in this life he would be able to fall asleep in the
classroom.
He is very grateful that the teacher of this subject is not very strict. Maybe
because the sec is big, so nobody cares about him. After Tutor is done collecting his sheets, he slowly walks out of the school
building.
Today he doesn't have to rush to work at the shop and also doesn't need to
hurry to tutor for anyone. It is a boring time. But it also makes time for
him to rest and think as well.There aren't many student activities in the afternoon.
But the talking voice is loud enough for him to turn around to look. It turns out to be people cheering for athletes, or even a volunteer camp club
that are laughing happily.
Tutor has never had this kind of activity. He has never participated in any
activities.
It's not that he doesn't want to do it. But he can't do it.
"Waai!"
[T/N: It's an exclamation word for women]
The loud voice caught Tutor's attention to turn and look back. The sight in
front of him shocked him and made him rush over to help quickly.
"Professor, what happened khrab? Where does it hurt?"
"It's all right, I'm all right. But these documents ..."
"I'll help to pick them up" Tutor finally said, then he bent down to
collect the scattered documents which were dispersed all over the floor.
"Put them in this box, na son"
"Khrab" Both boxes are put down in front of him.
"Er, you over there ... yes, you ... are you free to come to help me put
these documents in the box?"
The professor's voice shouted to someone else who happens to pass by, asking
for help to collect the documents.
At first, Tutor doesn't know the person wearing an engineering shirt who’s
called by the professor. He only knows later on when the documents are collected and he looks up.
At that time, he just learned that the one who came to help is P'Fight.
"Thank you so much to both of you na. Come, prof will bring them by
myself."
"It's all right khrab, prof. It's better if you let the two of us hold it
for you."
The person who wears the engineering uniform speaks in a calm tone, which makes
Tutor who is standing not far from him, look at him in surprise. He didn't think that someone like P'Fight also has this side too.
The side which makes him look like a considerate person.He thinks like this because someone like P'Fight didn't seem to be considerate
to anyone.
Both of them nod and then follow the teacher. Along the way, Tutor did not intend
to talk to the person who walks together with him.
But it's the senior who suddenly leans his face closer and whisper to him.
"I saw it na."
"Saw what?"
"When you made an annoyed face to me a moment ago."
"So biased"
"Hey ai'Tor."
RRRRrrrrrrr
The professor's phone ringing causes him and P'Fight who are following the
professor to stop too.
"An urgent meeting kha? ... alright kha ... okay kha, I'll hurry to come over...
I know kha ..." The teacher talks on the phone for a few more sentences and
then turns it off.
Afterward, she looks at both of them with a concerned expression.
"Prof has a meeting with the assistants. If it doesn't bother you, can you
bring these documents to the building?"
"Okay, khrab prof. Then, which building do these documents need to be sent
to khrab?"
"In the Social faculty's library, building A. You just walk to the end and
there is a document storage room na son. But be careful, apparently, the
library building is closed for renovation. Right now, the workers have probably
already gone home." Said the professor while searching for a key in her
bag.
"Khrab" Tutor is reaching his hand out to accept the key.
"Oh, and one more thing. The door of the document storage room, if you
open it, you will need something to hold it open. The door is broken and can't
be opened from the inside."
"Okay khrab."
"Thank you so much na son"
"It's all right khrab prof"
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