FIQRI

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"So, where should I start?" Fiqri asked. Zaira kept silent and took out a book. She pushed the book to Fiqri without looking at him. "Oh?" Zaira opened the book and pointed at 'chapter 6'. "Oh! Algebraic expression II! I love that topic. My girlfriend too," he said with a laugh while Zaira's heart was slowly broken into pieces. Girlfriend, huh?

Fiqri took out a piece of paper and started to teach her. "Hey, You surely didn't talk much like the other girls. Are you okay?" He asked as he looked at her eyes directly. Zaira quickly break-off the eye-contact. She felt like she wanted to scream so loud, to avoid this uncomfortable situation.

2 hours passed by...

"Okay, Zahra! See you tomorro-.."

"No."

"Eh? But why?"

"I don't want you to be my tutor... I hate it."

"Can you please tell me why?" He gazed at her.

"You look like the person that I hate," she said as she glared at him sharply.

"Don't worry! That person surely is a stupid person," He said to assure her.

'What the hell. He's saying that himself is a stupid' Zaira thought.

"Still, I don't want you to be my tutor," Zaira said as she rolled her eyes to show that she was not interested with him to be her tutor.

  "Eh?! Why?! Am I not good to teach you? You don't understand what am I teaching??" He asked with a shocked expression plastered on her face.

"I don't like you from the start! I hate you!" She said . He sighed. "But can I still meet you everyday? I will wait for you after school?" He said with a begging face. "Fine," Zaira said as she looked away from him, annoyed.