Faith and The Vampire ✔️

Chapter Thirteen

I literally ran for my life to the A building. I haven't done my afternoon prayer. I reached the library door at 4.15, my tutor wasn't there yet. I did my afternoon prayer and back to the library at warp speed. When I entered the library, Mr.Amar already there, sitting gracefully with his coat. I approached him carefully, trying to act natural. He glanced at me without saying anything. Swallowing, I dragged a chair across him and sat down. This was a very awkward situation.

Hoping to appear calm, I tried to think of something professional and tutoring-related to say. Instead, I said, "They ran me ragged. What do you say we go easy today? Perhaps discuss a bit of a theory?"

He did that cool one-eyebrow thing. "Have you done your punishment?"

I nodded.

Well, although that was not a regular assignments, I really did put an effort to it last night, Even Aisha was complimenting me on that. I hated doing assignments from college most of the time, since they'd all be in Romanian. Especially those kind of assignment where I needed to go to a library and research for information to get the answers. So I supposed it's always necessary to go to the library as often as it was. I'd make a fuss about them all night until Aisha sick of it.

I was in studying something that I like, so I'd do the assignment without doubt. It was just that sometimes there's too much of them. I really did fill them out eventually, but it was like something obliged. But I have to say, I voluntarily did my worksheets as it is for my punishment last night. Although I didn't think I found any self-reflection along the way.

I handed that paper to him without saying anything. He then reviewed it. I waited there, feeling anxious for he was there to check the accuracy of my worksheet. Several minutes felt like an eternity. When he finished, he laid those papers down. My tutor then turned to me, his face was unreadable.

"Tell me," he finally spoke "How was your self-reflection?"

Mr.Amar was quiet and distant sometimes, but he also had a dedication and an intensity that I'd never seen in any other person. What was I thinking? Was I out of my mind? Embarrassed, I covered my feelings with attitude.

"That wasn't a reflective journal." I said, staring at my worksheets

He sighed. "Mel seriously, What happened out there?"

"Ask them, not me." I answered

He looked disgusted. "Don't you have any respect? Think about yourself. You make yourself look irresponsible. You live up to what the board might already think about you, and it reflects back on you. And me."

"Oh, I see. Is that what this is about? Am I hurting your big male pride?" I retorted

He glanced away, and his dark eyes went unfocused. He was thinking about something far away from here. "I was worried about your study here! You paid attention to everything in your classes, but in the end, it wasn't enough. That's how it is in this life. One slip, one distraction..." He sighed. "And it's too late."

A lump formed in my throat as I thought about one slip or one distraction costing me sent back to Indonesia. I wouldn't be a psychologist. I couldn't help people the way I wanted to.

A long silence fell before he spoke again.

"You told me you want to be a psychologist, to help people. Is that still true?"

"Yes. Absolutely."

"Melody...I can teach you, but I have to believe you're dedicated. Really dedicated. I can't have you distracted by things like that." He gestured to the door, the incident in cafetaria. "Can I trust you?"