Faith and The Vampire ✔️

Chapter Six

I slept heavily after my night prayer until morning. College has officially begun and found its own rhythm. The first couple of days of college were always throwaway days of handing out books and syllabuses and figuring out where you're sitting and who you're sitting with. I went to my first class tentatively, nervous for no reason. I was in my Statistics Class, looking out the window as I would not to do, and that's when I saw my language tutor walking toward the building. He carried a lot of books, slung his backpack over one shoulder, and he's alone. Why was he carrying all that stuff alone? Not that I cared, I was just curious.

When it's finally lunchtime, Aisha and I didn't have our lunch. We had a hard time finding a place to do our afternoon prayer, so we rushed back to our dorm to do that. Thanks to the far distance between the Institute and our dorm, we skipped lunch, and I probably became the slimmer this season.

Two classes later, the long college hours finally over. Four-thirty sharp, he said. It's almost four, so I literally ran for my life to the dorm, have a afternoon prayer, and ran back to the Institute. I reached the library door at four-twenty, so I basically made it out alive. When I entered the library, Mr. Coach already been there. He was a sociopath.

"Am I late?" I teased him

He looked at his wristwatch. "No, you're not." He frowned.

"You do love the library or you really are an early-bird?"

"Probably both," He kept reading his Zane Grey book, flipping the pages without even bother to look at me.

I dragged out one of the armchair behind the long table and sat down. I cleared my throat. "So, why do you read those old book?"

He dragged an armchair up and sat opposite me. It seemed too small for someone as tall as him, but, he managed to make it work and appear graceful in the process.

"Some people read books for fun," he observed.

"Hey, watch the dig. And I do read books.."

His face seemed thoughtful and not as intense as usual. "Like any book, it's an escape."

"Wait," I laughed. "I thought I was the one who wanted to escape."

"I didn't say I wanted to. Just that I can see the appeal. And—No, you can't escape your language course, you know that."

I grinned. "What are we going to practice today, coach?"

"Stop calling me that." He dug through his backpack, looking for something. He pulled out papers from there. He handed those papers to me.

"Um— what am I supposed to do with these?"

"You will practice your writing skill today. Those papers are filled with exercises. Most of them are Romanian alphabet and making sentences."

"You really are planning to torture me."

He kept flipping the pages without even bother to look at me. He didn't say anything, and I realized it was a warning.

I groaned. "Okay, okay. Fine. I'd do it."

I took out my pen, and started to fill out the exercise. The exercise seemed pretty easy at first but gone extremely hard the more i did it. I realized that some of the exercise was the kind that I found on the exam. Alas, the moment I had dreaded had finally come; I was stuck on several questions. I took a peek at my language tutor. The rest of his posture remained the same. He still read his Zane Grey book, flipping the pages with such a concentration. I couldn't believe how outdated he was. I mean, we were in 21st century, nobody read a battered Western novel. I didn't have the nerve to ask him. I hesitated for a moment. If I didn't ask him, what was this course for? I was about to say a word when mid-thirty lady came towards us.