Presumption ( گمان) (Under Editing)

Chapter 4: The bond of Friendship

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Azlaan's POV

I was out of breath when I reached to the designated classroom. I peeked through the glass, Professor Manan was teaching. He was in his late 50s and was very strict regarding rules. He rarely smiled, always stern. He always wore a coat no matter what the occasion or the weather. He was long-sighted so he wore dainty old fashioned-glasses attached with a chain hung around his neck. He was very particular about the class decorum. Whenever someone did something that would displease him, he would just peek through his glass and give the person a stern look and believe me that one look was enough.  

Hammad spotted me looking from the glass and mouthed, "you are so dead!"  I know man! I know! I gulped while knocking on the door. I entered the class while seeking permission. Professor Manan stopped his lecture and glared at me.

"Yes young man?" He questioned.

"Uh-I sir I came to take the lecture." I said nervously.

"Why bother at all young man? You should have stayed at home and relax. It was better not to come than to attend class this late." He said sharply voiced laced with sarcasm.

"I am really sorry sir, I can explain. I did reach on time but then I had an accident on the way." I tried to reason.

"An accident huh? Should we take you to the hospital then, get your glucose level checked?" He taunted.

"No sir, I swear, I am really sorry, it won't happen again." I pleaded.

"Ok. Enough with this nonsense! I don't want to hear any excuses settle down somewhere, you are already wasting my time" His tone dismissive, he turned his attention back at the screen.

And without wasting a single second I dashed towards the nearest empty seat in the class and Sir Manan resumed the lecture.

Usually I am very attentive during lectures, penning down the notes side by side, but I don't know when my thoughts drifted to the earlier incident. That girl...How stubborn she was! Accusing me of being a creep! I have never met someone so annoying that manage to make me loose patience. She was like a fire cracker ready to burst any second. She spiraled a small little thing into such a big argument and the way she was overthinking about those papers. I get it they were important but it was not a life or a death matter, or maybe it was something serious? shit I should have helped her maybe. wait-what? No Azlaan, if you had tried to help her she would have accused you of something else, maybe stealing or hitting on her? Like hell no! That would have been funny. I shook my head and before I knew it a soft chuckle escape my lips. Oops!

Normally it would have gone unnoticed but it was pin drop silence in the class and it didn't go unheard by Professor Manan.

"MR AZLAAN MURTAZA!! CARE TO EXPLAIN WHAT'S SO FUNNY?" His roared in class.

"N-nothing professor, I am really sorry." I said clearly embarrassed. I could feel my ears getting red.

"Get out of my class!" he declared.

"Sir I-" I tried speaking. keyword tried.

"Now"! He shouted leaving no room for reasoning.

Ok. Sigh. I quietly gathered my things and left the class. Wow Azlaan first you got called a creep by a random girl, then you get insulted in class and now you got kicked out. You are on a streak! I groaned. What a lame day! 

I waited outside the class for Hammad so that we could go to the cafeteria as we had a bit of free time until the next class. I know he would laugh at me so bad. Hammad and I met in an online game back when I was in America. Hammad's humor was really good and we clicked instantly and before we know it, We were best pals. When I came back to Pakistan, he and I met in person and bonded more. He was a business major just like me and he was planning to pursue MBA as well and luckily we got the admission in the same university. I never really had true friends in America. I had friends but I never connected with them on an emotional level. Hammad understood me in ways no other friend did in years living in America. Hammad had his own struggles too. He wanted to start a business of his own but his family was insistent that he do a job because business needed financial support which his family refused to give. I really admired his resilience, no matter how bad things get, he always managed to put on a smile and cheer up others as well.