We Belong Together

Chapter 3

-Asher POV-

"But Dad, I am not interested in teaching right now," I said

"Well, you have to take over this University sometime. Maybe not right now by someday in the future when I am not here," he stated not looking up from his papers.

"Dad don't try to blackmail me! You will always be here inshallah," I say frowning.

"Son no one is always here. We all die. I want you to get used to being around students. They can be hand full sometimes," he looked at me

"I know your tactics very well. I can't win this argument, can I?" I asked

"I believe you know the answer to your own question." He smirked at me

"And besides when Abdul recovers you can join the business, so it's only for a few months. You can leave now because I am busy right now and you are getting late for your work," he pointed toward the door

"You are telling me to get out of the house?!"

"Yeah now get out! "

"You're never going to give up, are you?"

"Like son, like father."

"I believe it's the other way round, though,"

We all know who won at the end.

I sighed walking out the door.

"Oh, and pay my regards to the other professors!" I heard him shout at me with a teasing edge to his tone indicating he always wins.

I walked to my 2015 Nissan Xterra. Nothing can be compared to this baby! Starting the engine I headed to the University. I can't believe I am doing this. I despise teaching because it's just not suitable for me. I am more of a businessman. Dad owns a big Industry, and he is the chairmen the Nobel University. My mother is a housewife. She doesn't work outside of the house. However, she is the best cook in this world.

"Morning, John" I walked in the office

"Good morning Asher" he greeted back with a big smile

Walking into the office, I signed in. I returned back to my classroom and started to set up the classroom for the students. I was interrupted by my phone ringing. I grabbed it from the back of my pant pocket and pulled out the phone. My caller was my mother.

"Sallam mother," I answered

"Walikum Salam. Where are you? I made your favorite breakfast, dal parathas," mother said

"Sorry mother but I am already at work. I bought breakfast on the way," I spoke

"You are just like your father. Work! Work! That's all that you two do these days," she sighs

"Mother I am sorry but I promise I will have dinner with you. Pinky promise!" I smiled

"You promise?" she asked suspectly

"Yes I promised," I laughed

"Good. Better remember," she warned

When I heard the door open without knocking I turned around and saw the same girl from yesterday. I was very surprised yesterday by this girl. She seriously had the nerve to talk to me like that. Every student is scared of me. I am known as the worst nightmare for the students. But she surprised me the most. That was the first time in all my life that a student spoke to me that way. I wasn't very interested in teaching but my father commanded me to teach since I wasn't really doing anything right now at this second.