Author : Candy Onn
Translator : Haruhi & Gia (Wattpad)
Proofread : Wendy
ღ Because It's Love right? ღ
18.05
Extremely quiet
It is very quiet.
Tutor never thought that the Social faculty's library building would look
really gloomy.
Maybe it's because it is still under renovation. So most of the students aren't
passing by.
"P' can hold these two boxes right?" Tutor stops and stands in front
of the library, asking the person beside him.
"What are you thinking?" He answered irritably to the person who made
an annoyed face this afternoon.
"Come on, it should be nothing for you because I have to open the
door."
After saying this, he puts the box on top of the box Fighter is holding right away. The person who is wearing the engineering uniform frowns his eyebrows, not
pleased the least bit, but agrees anyway and stands quietly.
He lets Tutor do his task. Tutor unlocked the door, walked inside to turn on the lights and then he walks
back to Fighter, taking back his box to carry.
"You can let me hold it na."
"It's all right. I don't want to trouble someone like you, P."
"What's with someone like me?"
"Someone like P', na?"
Tutor looks into the eyes of the person in front of him for a while and then
shrugs it off as if he doesn't find the answer to that question.
"Forget it, let's get inside."
When he sees that Tutor doesn't answer, Fighter chooses not to ask any
further. He quietly follows the smaller person, constantly glancing at his (Tutor) back
with mixed feelings.
He can't explain what those feelings are.
However, one of them is probably the feeling of respect because the person in
front of him started working to make money even before he graduated. Unlike him, who is still asking for money from his parents.
Fighter doesn't know how to describe this feeling, but this feeling wanders in
his mind every time he thinks about it.nMaybe because the people around him, not even one, can be compared to Tutor. None of them are struggling this much.
So it feels like ... impressed, maybe?
Fighter follows Tutor to the document room. He walks and puts his own document
box and bag in front of the room then walk to open the door.
Creak, creak
The sound of the light switch being pressed a few times is loud enough for
Fighter to look back.
"Is it bad?"
"Maybe, I've tried to turn it on many times already."
"That's fine. Let's just hurry up, bring this inside and hurry back."
"I know" Tutor complains.
He placed the document box on the floor to hold the door and Fighter just
couldn't recall the reason why the smaller person did that. He is standing there looking at the person in front of him, removes the
document box and follows him.
Puk!!!
But along the way he tries to keep up, Fighter kicks the box which Tutor placed
down to hold the door.
"Why did you put it there?" The taller boy mumbled whilst using his
foot to remove the box which slowly closes the door.
"P'fight the door!"
"?"
"It can't be opened!!!"
"How is that?"
"Remember the teacher said, P'!!"
Bang!!!
"P'Fight ..." the tone in which he calls his name is not as fierce as
his eyesight.
"Well, I didn't remember that the door is broken"
"Then what did you even remember, P'?"
"Well, ai'Tor ..."
"Enough, stop talking ..."
Tutor raises his hand to stop him and pushes his shoulder back to the door,
while Fighter decides to put the box in his hands down and then walks back to
where Tutor was.
"And? Can you open it?" He asks when he sees the younger person
trying to open the door many times.
"I can't ..."
"..."
Silence creeps up between them. The younger person looks at him (Fighter) with
an unhappy expression.
"It's all because of P'"
"Me?"
"Yes, because of P'. P' should see that I put the box to block the door.
Even if you can't remember, then P' should have an idea of why I put it
there."
"What are you complaining about?..."
"How can't I not complain, when we will be trapped here because of you,
P'?"
"We have a phone to call someone."
"My bag is outside."
"Use mine, here," He said, picking up his phone and handing it to the
other person.
Tutor shakes his head while looking at the taller person.
"Then hurry up and call. Soon, everyone will be going home."
"..."
"What?"
All of sudden, the owner of the mobile phone is looking at him with a strange
look. The expression on his face is hard to read.
"P'Fight ..."
"..."
"Don't tell me, the battery ran out?"
"Hmm"
"Damn P'!"
"You complain too much. My ears will be deaf"
"Just look at P'! Why couldn't you notice that and charge the
battery?"
"Then would I have known that I'm going to be trapped here?"
"You should be more prepared."
"Saying that I'm not prepared, just ask yourself first why you left your
bag outside like that?"
"Well, it's heavy so I put it down outside, and why P' doesn't charge your
battery?"
"How heavy is it? Why couldn't you carry it inside?"
"..." Tutor becomes speechless, pouting as he feels unsatisfied.
"..." Fighter himself is no different.
He looks at the junior who is still making an angry face. In the end, Tutor lowered his head and turns to look the other way.
"Forget it."
Not sure whether it's because of pity or anything, but he doesn't like Tutor
making such a face.
"Wait, I'll try to find something that can be used to unlock the
door." Fighter takes off his engineering uniform and puts it on the box.
He then walks around to find something that he can use to unlock the
door. Finally, he found a clip wire.
He stretched it and unlocked the door just like how he saw in the movies or
drama, which could be done at the very first try. However, this is not a movie nor drama and it is not as easy to unlock it as he
thought.
(Crack)
"Is it done?" Tutor asks while leans against the door and turns to
look at him.
Fighter doesn't answer as he just moves the door lightly once more hoping that
it can be opened. But in the end, he can only shake his head as an answer and sit down.
"(Sigh)"
The sighing voice sounded again.
"I think P' should stop. It's better to wait for people to look for
us."
"..."
"Let's just sit"
"Err, I know already" Fighter nodded softly.
He walks to pick up his shirt and then moves to sit down next to the smaller
boy. He picks up his phone in the bag and tries to turn it on again.
In fact, Fighter is not the type who lets his battery run out like this, but
since today's subject was so boring, he played games all the time.
"Forget it P'" Said the person near him, while looking at him
"Once the battery runs out, no matter how hard you try, it won't turn
on."
" I think it's better to wait for someone's help."
"Hmm" Fighter nods.
He stuffs his mobile phone into his shirt and slowly closes his eyes.
What Tutor said is contradictory actually, because if he decides to find
whose fault it is regarding this matter, then it will be himself.
20.24
(Drop down)
Suddenly Tutor's left shoulder feels heavy.
When he turns to look, he finds the other person is resting his head on his shoulder.
"P'Fight" he calls the name of the person who laid his head on his shoulder, puzzled.
However, the owner of the name only keeps quiet, there's only the sound of warm air being breathed out.
"P', are you teasing me?"
"..."
The person who is being asked is still quiet until the smaller boy begins to frown and tries to push Fighter's head away from his shoulder.
Of course, it doesn't work.
The more he pushes the head from his shoulder, the more Fighter will lean back onto it.
"Ai P'Fight!"
"..."
"He really doesn't hear me huh?" Tutor says and looks back.
He lowers his head to look again and curses "Damn P' ..."
In the end, he could only let Fighter put his heavy head leaning against his shoulder.
If I find out that you intentionally annoyed me, I will kill you
No comments:
Post a Comment