Chapter 1
His broad shoulders and the muscles that hid underneath his shirt are begging to be touched - his voice, that vibrates from his lips to my ears warmed all over my chest to my toes, and when he glared at every faces who dared to smile at him coyly, battling their eyelashes, I was utterly hooked with his charm - he was so perfect, from his flawless skin and eyes that put the honey to shame- it's irises with golden flecks swirling around so deep and so mysterious and when they look at you, it pierce through your soul and made you squirm in your seat, feeling all hot and bothered.
“Far is foul,Foul is fair.‘Hover through the air and filthy air,” What does it mean? Anyone?” his perfectly curved eyebrows arched an inch, assessing every face for the answer. A hand from my right raises, Miranda Stewart smiled looking all proud and satisfied that she knew the answer.
“Miss Stewart” he sounded interested.
“Whatever they do seems good, but it will bring evil '.To vanish after the incantation is over while the air is still dirty and misty” her confidence is so palatable, because she was always right.
“Very good, This line is from scene 1, line 12 and 13. So, today's assignment will be -”
The rest of the class went on the same way with Mr young explaining the detailed analysis of Macbeth from scene 1 and 2, the only thing that made me sit through the literature class is his gorgeous face and deep soothing voice that made the hormonal teenager go crazy and leaving us ache in places I couldn't even dare to utter.
“See you tomorrow, that's all for today” Students hurried out of the spacious room, and as usual I put my things in my pouch - pencil, erasers,scales, pen re-checking if I had lost my things and sighing in relief when all my things are settled on my pouch.
I stood up from my seat carefully,soothing every crease in my skirt and making sure my tie was straight. But what made me stumbled unattractively a couple of steps back was the amusing and piercing looks of none other than Mr Young. He was smiling at me and I made sure there was no one around.
“Are you done checking for your things? You should head out before I give you detention” He gave me a smug smile at the end of his words.
“Should I make dinner today? I don't think I can survive another take out”
I asked, ignoring the way his eyes zeroed on my mouth.
“I won't be home for dinner tonight, please take care of Bibi” I nodded and tugged my book tighter under my armpit.
“I should go, Enjoy your day - Mr young” My feet shuffled out of the door before I made a fool out of myself in front of my landlord aka my teacher aka my temporary guardian….the list goes on…
When school ended at 3, I walked towards my street and stopped by the grocery store, buying some vegetables and chicken and a whole lot of Junk food ranging from Lay’s and skittles along with Mr Young’s favourite candy and sour crisps. If people asked me what kind of relationship I had with my teacher, it would be - extremely complicated and blissful tenant- landlord relationship but other than that,we shared a pet-,Bibi- fluffy and round fur of cuteness who gave me permanent tattoos of scratches on my left thigh.
We are living in a comfortable routine but at least we are happy with the way things are. And hopefully it stays that way, until I graduate and take care of this complicated relationship between us.
I stored the food in my small fridge, arranging the foods according to the labels and favourites,making sure nothing looks out of space and uncoordinated.
After a warm hot shower, I busied myself with my homeworks and assignments which took me hours to solve one problem.
Despite our circumstances as teacher and student, How many nights and mornings in months have we eaten breakfast and dinner together? And most of the night, he was the one who cooked us food and I'd be the one to wash the dishes and compliment his cooking.
Humming Kacy Musgraves ‘Dime store cowgirl’ I walked into my small,clean kitchen and took out some spinach and chicken. The only thing which would help me distract my mind is sadly,cooking since my schoolwork work is almost done.
Hours later and there was no sign of my landlord. My ears perked up with the sound of every passing car only to sulk under my duvets when it turned out it was not his. And sometimes I wonder why I care so much. Mr Young is the only person who cared enough to eat dinner with me and he was more than my landlord and teacher to me.
While Shirley was kind enough to pay for my rents and my school fees, making sure my credit cards were never empty. The number of times we met in a year could be counted with my five fingers. However, I was grateful and enjoyed my privilege of being a fortunate orphan with rich relatives. Besides, I love feeling like I belong here,as if I had a family member waiting for me when I came back from school. For all I know, Bibi and Mr Young have become my family since the day I moved here.
And when your family members come home late, it is normal to be worried and uneasy isn't it?
Cursing under my breath, I threw the covers off my body and walked out of my apartment and headed towards Mr Young’s and entered his code. The sight of Bibi curling on the couch made me rush towards him.
“Bibi Where is your dad?” I cooed in a voice only a cat can understand. Mr Young always called me a cat whisperer when Bibi meowed at my cooeing or my talking.
I put the ball of fur on my lap and turned on the TV,changing different channels until I got bored and tried to sleep.
Bibi meowed beside me as if sensing the little sadness I was experiencing at the moment.
I smiled a little and patted his fur and soon drifted off to sleep.
