The 3G Life: Two Buildings

Saturday 20 July 2019

Another weekend. Yeah, I know I should be cheerful but nowadays I just feel depressed. I do not even look forward to my classes. I do not want to go back to 3G to be honest. The only thing that is interesting there is probably Dalair. We meet each other in the most unexpected times and we do speak a lot.

"Hey. How are you Amber?" Dalair asks me on the stairs.

"I am fine. What you do where?" I ask back.

"I had Physics class. And now I will go to school."

"Why will you have class now?"

"Because sir took class. Why else?"

Then he swiftly moves around me and goes down the stairs. I notice that he is completely in sweats both front and back. And then I look up the stairs and see Ubaidah. I realize that they both wear the same-colored cloth, that is wine. But Ubaidah is in sweats too.

Firstly, both of them has class after 12:30pm. So, what do they do here at 11:30am? And when I go close, I see that Ubaidah's hijab is unpinned. Also, her hair is in a wild mess framing her face. And does she blush? Why does she try to avoid my touch?

"Why are you here? Be honest," I ask Ubaidah.

"Nothing. I will tell you later," she replies.

"Okay. Of course, we will meet each other."

"I hope we never meet again."

"I'm sorry, but you're stuck with me for a really long time."

I go to Mahmoud sir's class for biology. But this thing does not go out of my mind. Both of them are here at an odd hour. Ubaidah does not come without her mother. The only sensible conclusion is that they probably got physically intimate in one of the secret rooms. There are plenty in this building of 3G.

I sit down with Sabah and she asks me about my studies. I make two other new friends here: Nawla and Tamima. Nawla is a really fair and beautiful female. And one of our classmates, Salam, probably has a crush on her. Tamima is a sweet and down-to-earth girl. She does not even carry a mobile phone.

I have plenty of female friends this year but cannot find any male one. The guys in Mahmoud sir's batch are all known to me. But I do not feel any sort of affection for any of them. And one of them, Hafez, I had a huge fight with him while I was in debate. So, I am off limits for most of them.

Mahmoud sir is a really funny person. And of course, he is an amazing teacher. His notes are like revelations to us. He is quite sincere in teaching us. And he makes amazing harmless jokes that leave us laughing until our breath goes out. I think I did not laugh for a long time until I came here.

Nawla always sits in Salam's bench but she never gets near him. Though I tell her once that Salam has a crush on her but she just smiles it away. And she will always ask me for notes and other things. I think Salam is both irritated and relieved that Nawla and I become friends.

But I cannot keep Ubaidah and Dalair away from my head. Even Salam says that Ubaidah came in today to meet him and other classmates. I wonder what they both did together. Oh my God. I can never talk to them looking at their eyes ever again.

"Sir calls you, Amber," Tamima gets me out of my thoughts.

"Oh sorry. I am just... forget it," I reply.

"May I ask you a question? Why don't you sit with other manarites?"

"Because I think they're weird."

"And they think that you're weird?"

I go to Jabbar sir's class afterwards. I always feel refreshed when I come to his class. No one here knows me and most of them are juniors. Though there is one senior guy whom I spoke too only once. He is quite intelligent but is a bit too thin and wears glasses. I feel like I can pick him up and throw him down.

Another new guy from our batch comes in today. His hair is quite long and he wears a band to keep them out from his eyes. He looks too old to be in AS. He has a bulky figure and carries a satchel unlike our backpacks. He sits down just in front of me and is completely in sweats.

"Has sir come yet today?" he asks me.

"I saw him in the morning," I reply.

"You do class in two batches?"

"Yeah. I'm a bit week in maths."

"Oh, yeah. Oh... sir is here."

Jabbar sir enters and I take out my books and copies. I do a number of sums but cannot keep Dalair and Ubaidah away from my mind. And sometimes I float away to another dimension with these thoughts. But anyways, I somehow finish class and start to pack up my bag.

On the way down I look at my watch and see the dial read 2pm. I think of waiting for Dalair. I have to ask him what happened and get out the truth from him at any cost. Otherwise, I cannot seem to find my mental peace. But he does not come until I wait for him till 2.15pm.

So, I decide to walk back home. It was a long day and I am tired to the bones. I cross the street and remember Aayan. How I used to look back to catch a glimpse of him. But I know Aayan is not anywhere near Gulshan. Come on 3G. I need Aayan in my life.