Cup of Coffee

Cup No. 3

AN: I didn't expect I would be writing another one shot under this setting again but due to the thunderstorm earlier that caused an electricity outage, I was inspired to write this one. I wrote this May 31, 2015. I hate how wattpad doesn't show the original date when I first published it after I edited it or how wattpad doesn't show the date when it was published. Wattpad new layout kind of sucks. Don't you think? The things I liked is the auto save and the no need to press the next button but then there are times that wattpad is go glitchy that it takes time before the next page loads. Anyway, here it is. This is a one shot.

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Cup No. 3

Forbidden Love? Explicit? Age gap? Isn't it exciting in a way? It will make you anticipate on what's going to happen next. Will their love get through the hardship? Will the people understand them, their love? It was like Romeo and Juliet kind of thing. People criticize. People forbid. Society labeled them as bad, disgusting and many other words that fell under the same meaning. Is it wrong to read those stories? Is it wrong to write? Is it wrong to go beyond the norms?

You can't choose who you fall in love with.

I'm sure many of you would like to go differ or even argue with me but. But it happened to me. No matter how hard I tried, I could no longer stop myself. I could no longer go back. It wasn't love at first sight and he wasn't my first love. He wasn't exactly as handsome or gorgeous as one would say. He was more of an average person despite his elegant upbringing. But he was tall and even though his body wasn't well built with toned muscles, he stood beautifully.

It happened after the two months that had already passed since I began attending his lessons. Yes, he was my university professor. I was already on my second year and I had to take a law subject. At first, I only picked him because he was famous around the university and most of my friends had taken a class with him. Being kind and friendly were things that made him well-known in school. The rumors I heard about were absolutely correct that the tall wearing eyeglasses professor was too kind for his own good, too generous and too approachable.

I started having a crush on him. It was normal. Many of his girls' students have a crush on him. I just joined the trend. But it wasn't his face with his eyeglasses on that I liked; it was his voice and back. I didn't notice it a first that I was anticipating every lessons with him; that I would rather get lost on his voice than drink with my friends; that I would rather stare at his back than him catching me staring at him dreamily.

My right elbow was placed on top of the table as it supported the weight of my head. I was playing with the pen in my right hand while staring at him. His voice sounded so far that I could no longer understand what he was saying. He was leaning on his table which was at the center of the room. His hand was holding a book while the other was placed on top of the table. His trademark white plain polo was still tucked in neatly but his sleeves were rolled up to his elbow.

Was this how the girls feel when they were listening to his lectures? The way his monotone yet deep voice placed me in a trance and his minimal gestures when he pushed his glasses into his nose when it drooped slightly made me anticipate for what he was going to do next.

A sudden light nudge in my arm broke my daydream. I stared at the culprit beside me. I almost shouted what because of the irritation of being bothered unnecessarily but I was caught up with her expression. Her eyebrows were furrowed in confusion and she was slightly in panic.

"Hana," I heard her hissed, "What are you doing? The professor's calling you."

Oh! Shit!