Language Of Love...(#watty2016)

Chapter six// first feelings

This chapter is dedicated to an awesome writer sereneserica.

ABEEG'S POV.

I was such a crazy, man. Still can't believe I spilled out my so-much-sadistic life to her. May be... May be it was guilt or I didn't know what was that but for some reason I did feel good. Sounds weird.!? I know. But it was like sharing pain. Though her point of view was different. She wasn't suffering like me. So positive. But whatever that was I couldn't repeat it.

She was still mystery for me. And for some reason I was scared. Scared for the changing. Changing about me. So I couldn't afford to be friend.To be truth I couldn't remember the last when I had friend. Mom was my best friend. After her shifting, new settlement and so much new stuffs. May be I couldn't afford a new person to enter my life and new relationship. So for those reason, I never prefer to make a friend. And I was happy with that.

But not after her. Ugh, why can't she just leave me. Wow, Abeeg you are talking like so innocent. Huh!? Just like now, how many times you said yourself that the restlessness you are feeling was nothing, you know it's not true. You should just admit that you are worrying about her.

The bell had already rang. Almost everyone had arrived. But Ritika didn't come yet. Where the hell she was then.?

"Oh shit, this traffic!! Allah help us! Hey, class started?" Finally she came, saying this behind me. It was clear that she was asking me. But I was not going to answer. No, obviously class didn't start. And any person can see that as professor hadn't come yet. I sighed in what relief?. Pathetic Abeeg. Really pathetic.

"Hey, I am asking something. Where you lost?" she couldn't be serious. Why I would going to answer that obvious question!? I narrowed my eyes at her. She was quite exhausted. Brushing some hairs from her face. Then I noticed a small plaster on her wrist. What the hell happened to her.

I was almost asked about her when she said. "Oh.. You know I didn't know the road from city hospital to our uni is this busy. I stuck almost half an hour just for that stupid traffic." Wasn't it obvious for Dhaka. After all we were famous for this. I wanted to ask about it but priority is first. "Why did you go to hospital?" Dam it. I was really worried.

"Abbu is a Doctor. As it's not really big deal." She said putting the lab apron on her. It was Pink, blue, colour combined. I still couldn't understand where and why she chose this crazy things. May be she was the only who use this colourful apron in this lab.

"So, I can go hospital at any time." She added it as a matter-of-factly. Oh hospital, Doctor. Ugh. As Dad's second wife was a doctor too I always avoided those. But anxiety was killing me. "What happened to your hand?" I finally asked. Though I never interfere in anyone's for damn sake.

She looked at her hand awkwardly. "Nothing, it's fine." Though it didn't seem like that, but I should let it go. After all if she didn't want to say, what can I do. Huh, go to hell. Wait, why I was bothering that she didn't say, usually I also do the same. Did it bother everyone like this or it's different?. Who cares.

After that professor entered in the classroom stopping our conversation. We grated him and he introduced us with gas chromatography. Seems interesting. When came our turn to do, I was happy for that