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Years later type was a thriving and assiduous civil servant of his cadre. Saying that he had moved on from tharn and that incident would be wrong, yet he tried his best to neglect the reminiscences of it every time.
He was in touch with his uncle being a close relative and consequently, he also learned that tharn, after returning had been transformed into a conscientious student. It was a substantial change for everyone who knew him and ultimately he had left everyone flabbergasted by becoming a senior teacher in the same school.
Type was happy to know that tharn was evincing the good side of his. But did he still remember him?
It was only After congregating enough courage and a face that he had decided to revisit that place and tharn , to find out the answer to his question.
yes, Type did have tharn's number but that was before he crashed his phone accidentally and the poor device succumbed to the injuries. he had felt so stupid for not memorizing that number, despite having had looked at it for hours at a stretch, in a dilemma whether to use it or not.
currently, His uncle was over joyous upon type's surprise arrival, certain to hold and even for type to provide guidance to the students. He was now an officer after all.
The building looked the same except a few places from where the edges had started to crumble, but that wasn't a big deal. This also gave type the idea of investing in this school which was aging with his uncle.
In the air-conditioned cabin, type sipped on a cup of herbal tea as he talked to his uncle about things from everywhere to everywhere.
"so he is a teacher here"
The old man nodded firmly.
"you may go meet him, only if you wish to."
"I find it better to" it was exactly why type came back in the first place.
"chances are less that he might be in his room right now, check the joint staff cabin on the fourth floor"
"room?!"
"the same one when he was a student, he is a permanent staff now. he says that traveling causes inconvenience but the reason I believe is not that" the old man spoke with some sort of an unfathomable grin trying to emerge on his lips.
Type's lips formed and 'o' as he attentively absorbed what he was being told.
"so I'll leave for a bit, you may stay here."
"good luck"
From the main building, type walked to the hostel, admiring the lively, merry buzz of students in his way.
The fourth floor he says, type thought to himself, letting the familiar surroundings register back.
For some unknown reason, today type was wearing the same outfit he wore years ago. The baggy shirt was less slack as his physique had grown in height and slightly in size since then; those skinny jeans still fitted perfectly and what in the world was going to happen to the cap! procuring these things back was a task for he had not worn them ever since. He looked cute when he checked himself out in the mirror.
