Faith and The Vampire ✔️

Chapter Seven

As soon as Domnule Alexandru left the class, I made a run for it. French's my last period of the day, and library was only a couple of miles from B building. I ran like the wind. I didn't think I've ever run so hard or so fast in my life, and I likely never will again. I ran so hard, a couple of times I had to stop because I felt like I really was going to throw up. And then I remembered, this is Thursday, language course, I was dead if I came late, and I was off and running again. Oh God, I didn't even say goodbye to Andrei back in class.

As soon as I arrived in the library, I opened the door and into our usual long table in the right side of the library. I was sweaty and breathing heavily.

"So— sorry. Domnule Alexandru took an extra time in French class."

"You're late for practice," he said evenly

My breathing was still heavy. "Yes ... Yes I know, I said that— "

I opened my mouth to explained this again. Mr.Amar cut me off. "Your reasons doesn't matter. What matter is that you're late," he said.

That shut me down. It was pretty much the only thing that could have. "What do you mean?" I asked. " It's not my fault Domnule Alexandru took longer time than he supposed to."

"Sit down." He said

I sat down across the table from him. This was a horror movie. My life had become a horror movie. I turned my phone off and grabbed my pen to be ready for any exercises and torment he's about to give me. Until I remembered something really really important.

I slapped my forehead. " I haven't done my Asr prayer." I said heavily

He raised his eyes from the paper in front of him. " What?"

"I mean— I haven't done my afternoon prayer. May I go to the dorm, please? I promise it won't take long." I asked.

His eyes flicked toward me, he probably saw a pathetic girl, looking at him with big, pleading eyes. "I know what Asr prayer is. And why do you have to go your dorm to do the prayer?"

I looked down, trying to hide how shocked I was for what he just said.. "I don't think there's a prayer room available here. I've been searching for it everywhere since I got here," I shrugged. "Never found any."

"You never found any, because you never asked." He rolled his eyes, shaking his head. "The prayer room is on the second floor of this building. Go straight along the hallway. Take the stair up one floor beside the Institute Counselors room. The prayer room is on your left."

"Oh. I've been avoiding that section since they judged my language skills. That's why I never found the prayer room." I froze for a moment, realizing some new information I just got. "Wait a second— how do you know where the prayer room was?"

"Well, just like you, I need some place to do the daily prayer while I was working."

I was still vaguely in shock at actually having been given several information. I was shocked, a couple of times even tempted to leave some rude note tucked into my exercises paper, honestly I never expected that he was a—

"You're a Muslim too?" I asked, half screaming.

"Ssssstttt..." The librarian shushed me. Half of people in the library stared at me viciously.

He looked a little embarrassed for what happened and then he looked at me. "Didn't get the impression much?"

"No. I mean— Why didn't I know this before?" I demanded.

He didn't answer right away. I got the feeling he didn't talk about himself very often. "Don't you know my name?"

"Yes. Mr. Khalid Amar— or something. But we don't judge people by their names, right?"