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August 2014
Hustle and bustle of the people didn’t bother me as I waited for my flight. The airport appeared to be less crowded at the time of the night. I wiped my wet eyes with the sleeves of my shirt, control my sigh trying to calm down. I fought the inner thought as hopelessness gained the upper hand inside me. I looked up with my still watery eyes at the screen and saw my flight time. I knew my time to leave the place had come. I let another sigh, fought back my tears as I got up and grabbed my bag.
I failed to understand my emotions. Anger, which needed no introspection to be noticed, hurt, the fuel for the former and hopelessness. Having been the victim of love and I knew my life would never be the same again. As I walked towards the check-in booth, I couldn’t help but allow my mind to wander to the very beginning to let myself feed on self-pity.
London, April 2009
It was indeed an exciting moment for me. And why wouldn’t it be? I had finally arrived at the place I dreamt of. London! Having finally cracked the interview I made it into the business school. Rooms and accommodation didn’t seem important to me as I had one moto; one goal: get a degree and fly back home to make a name for myself. Studies were my first priority, and the extracurricular could take second place. In matters of relationship? That had never been an issue and never will be. I need to make a lasting impression in this college. I want to see my name in light. I want success; I want to dominate the field; I want to beat others and stand out. That’s me!
As I entered the campus the yellow posters welcoming the new candidates, the voices of students discussing the upcoming fresher’s program caught my attention. Lifting up my bag, which contained my clothes and other accessories the three years, I dived into the chaos. After being pushed and dashed by young and old, male and female, I approached the signboard which pointed out the direction to my room.
A five-minute walk was sufficient to reach the block where I was expected to stay. I made my way into the building and approached the green notice board which had a paper cut out displaying the word, welcome. Below it was the name and the room allotted. ‘Room number twelve’.
I hurried to the room allotted, dragging my bags along with me, and made it in front of the room. Dropping the bags to the floor, I twisted the keys and the doorknob and the door opened. Picking up my belongings, I entered the room. re was nothing exciting about the room. A table and a chair, wall cupboard, washbasin, and a bed. Closing the door behind I walked up to the bed rested my tiring body on it. My stomach made a rumbling noise reminding me that I need to grab a bite. I was a bit tired to get up and walk right away in search of a place to eat.
‘Will rest for a while and will search for food later.’
As I closed my eyes, I felt my stomach rumbling. I sighed, got up and went to the sink to wash my face. I splashed the cool water on my face and reaching out to my kerchief in the pocket and wiped my face.
I stepped out of my room, walked down the stairs and began to wander in the chaotic campus. After fifteen minutes of loitering about, I finally made it to the canteen. I stood in the queue and waited for the girl in front of me to proceed to the food counter.
“Your identity card, ma’am,” the lady at the counter asked.
“What do you mean by identity card? I’ve joined today,” the girl in the front of me answered.
“Sorry. You need an identity card,” the lady replied.
“So, do you expect me to stay hungry?” the girl asked in an irritated voice.
“There are places outside the campus. Now, please make way for the man behind you.”
Before the girl could respond, I interjected, “I have no identity card either.”
The lady at the counter snorted. “Move aside and make way for the people behind you.”
I moved aside and began to think of options at hand.
“Is this how they treat the newcomers? A grand welcome indeed,” the girl spoke to me, gaining my attention.
“Yea. I’ve just arrived and had nothing since morning. My stomach is rumbling,” I said.
“I’ll tell you what. Let’s get out of here and hunt for a good place to eat. I’m famished.”
Before I could say anything the girl made her way out of the canteen. I followed her, trying to keep her in my sight. Cutting through the crowd I finally caught up to her.
“I’ve heard of a decent place which might interest us both. Come on,” she said as we made our way out of the campus.
We walked for another ten minutes before coming to a halt. We stood in front of a small yet busy café.
“I don’t this place,” I said.
“Follow my lead,” she said before walking in.
The café was small with seven tables. Each table had a white cloth spread across and two chairs facing each other. There were few men sitting in the room, puffing their cigars, while others were engrossed in enjoying their meals.
We took our seat and waited for a waiter to arrive. That was the first time I observed her. A round face dark roundish eyes, small button nose, and a wide cheekbone. A Chinese? An Indonesian? Given her facial features, it was evident that she was an Asian.
“I am Mary. Mary Suski. Care to introduce yourself?”
“I… I am Steve. Steve Daniel.”
Our conversation was interrupted by a waitress who had worn a blouse, cardigan, and a skirt. Pulling out her wallet pad and pen from her apron pocket, looked at us to note down the order. Without wasting a moment, Mary said, “The regular and a salad. The Juice… make it two.”
Her confidence puzzled me and as soon as the waitress left, I blurted out, “You are not new here, are you?”
“No, I’m not. Erica knows my choice,” she said as she leaned back on the chair and folded her arms.
I narrowed my eyes trying to make sense when she clarified my doubt. “Erica is the name of the waitress.”
“Yes. I’ve been here two days ago.”
“I must say, I’m impressed,” I said with genuineness.
“Thank you. Care to tell me your subjects?”
“Math, Macro and Microeconomics, Stats and Econometrics.”
“Well, look like we are going to meet often. We share the same subjects.”
As we carried on with our conversation, the waitress arrived with our order. Salad, a burger and two glasses mixed fruit juice.
“So you a vegan?”
“Oh no, that salad is for you. You assumed that the salad is for me? I am anything but a vegan.”
We finished our snacks and requested for the bill. Mary insisted that she pay the bill as it was her treat. I didn’t object as I had little cash in my pocket. We made our way out of the café and walked towards our residential block. We both shared the same block but the ladies resided on the second floor while the men on the first floor. I thanked Mary and we parted our ways.
As soon I entered the room I fell on the bed and began reflecting what had just happened. A lady, out of the blue had taken me out for meals which she herself paid. What surprised me, even more, was that I followed her like a puppy without raising any objection. Why did I do that? I dismissed the thought by convincing myself that she did this with most of the men.
As expected, Mary was seen in the company of other men. She had a tail of followers who admired her. As time passed by, I was engrossed in my studies. Mary and I occasionally exchanged words and greetings. She was busy with her admirers while I continued my affairs with my books.
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The first semester came and went by. I wasn’t surprised to know that I had made it to the top five. On the contrary, I was disappointed for not making into the top three. I received appreciation from the professors and other classmates and Mary was not one of them. To my surprise, she was nowhere to be found on the day of the results. I enquired with the boys who seem to follow her and found out that she had not been seen for the past two days. No one seems to care, as all were caught up with their own results.
The same day, after returning back from my classes, I headed to the girls quarter. I made sure that I was one hour early as, after six p.m., girls and boys were prohibited to be seen together. To my luck, no girls were seen in the corridors. I hurried quickly to room number twenty-six and knocked.
“What?” I heard a voice from within.
“It’s me, Steve. Are you alright?”
I heard footsteps approaching and the doorknob twisting. The door finally opened by Mary, who wore a t-shirt and shorts. Her hair, unkempt and her mascara ruined; sleep bags hanging under her eyes as she barely managed to stand.
“Come in before anyone sees,” she said rubbing her eyes.
I entered the room and closed the door. I turned to look around the room and found it to be in a mess. Books on the table, wine bottles on the floor, clothes on the bed and plastic wrappers all around.
“Are you alright?” I said as I scanned the room to place my next step.
“Sit on the bed. And yes, I am all fine.”
“You seems to be celebrating something. What’s the occasion,” I said pointing at the bottle.
Mary sat on the chair facing her table. The table lamp was reflecting on her face and it became visible that she had tears in her eyes.
“I think I made a mistake coming here. I can’t study. My grades are beyond redemption.”
“Care to show me your marks card?”
She nodded and began to hunt for her card in the piles of paper stashed on her table. Finding it, she handed it over to me and began to weep.
“Your grades seem to be fine… Oh, hold on. Microeconomics analysis is your weakness, huh?”
She nodded, trying to control her sobs.
“Well, I can help you if you like. I still owe you for the salad on the first day,” I said.
With tears still rolling down her cheeks, a smile appeared on her lips. “I’d love that. I’m happy I am acquainted with a geeky chap like you.”
“Now now... Don’t get your hopes too high. I might be aggressive than the professor. When it comes to studies, I don’t compromise. I’ll do anything to get my grades high.”
“Yes, and let me make it clear that, in helping you, I help myself. I am not doing this to hit on you or to see if I get a chance to flirt with you. Work is work.”
There was a short pause.
“I’ve rejected seven boys already though…”
“And I don’t intend on being the eighth. Fix the time and let me know. We will meet in the library.”
“Library? Very well then. We will meet in the library,” Mary replied with a smile.
“And get this room cleaned up. Seems you have not washed for days. Talk to me when you are sober.”
I stood up from the bed and made my way towards the door.
“Steve!” Mary called out.
I turned around to look at her. She stood up and came close to me.
“Thank you for checking on me. I like that,” Mary said.
I nodded before opening the door and letting myself out of the room.
Things changed ever since then. Mary and I met often in the library to study. For me, it was a mere revision while for Mary, who was busy entertaining boys, it was something new. Initially, we met every alternate day but very soon, realizing how effective our group study was, we began to meet on a regular basis. It was often tempting to deviate from the topic as Mary had her expertise in that. I had to be constantly aware of the time we were distracted. After a month of serious study, I could notice our efforts bearing fruits.
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“So, which of these girls do you want to hook up with,” Mary asked me with the tip of the pen between her lips.
“Will you focus on this theory? I am trying my level best to drill this in the tiny brain of yours,” I replied in an irritated voice.
“Come on. Which one is it? Or is it a guy?”
I sighed. “None. I am clear about my purpose. So I am not going to indulge in the temporary excitement of hooking up with a girl.”
“Okay, mister geeky. You do what you like. But tomorrow I would like to take a day off. I am out with a guy. He has asked me out…”
“Oh, a date is it?” I interjected.
“Sort of. We and a couple of guys and gals are going out. Would you like to join us?”
I lifted up my gaze to look at her and said, “Thank you, but no. like I said. I know my purpose here and relationship is something that I wish to invest only in the future. You have found a date, I am happy for you, but please don’t share with me your personal stuff.”
“Okay. I was only trying to help,” Mary replied sounding hurt.
I paused for while trying to reason out my reaction. Having failed to come up with a convincing answer, I closed the book and said, “Let’s call it a day. We will meet later.”
I put my books and pencil in the bag and stood up. Mary gave me a puzzled look. She knew not what was wrong with me, neither did I. I stood up and left without any goodbye. Mary made no attempt to stop me either. She remained seated while I stormed out of the library.
After reaching my room, I slept facing the ceiling and began to examine my emotion. I found hurt and jealousy stirring within me. ‘Was Mary the cause? Why she? Why do I feel sad?’ I remained in bed like that till sleep overtook me.
I was woken up with a knock on the door. I checked the time; Eight-thirty in the evening. I got up and struggled towards the door. Upon opening I found Mary appearing as calm as a cucumber, sucking a lollipop. I sighed.
“What do you want?” I asked.
She pushed me aside and made her way into my room. Sitting on the bed she continued sucking her lollipop.
“Sorry about the reaction earlier. I guess that I reacted in a bit of jealousy,” I replied trying to avoid any eye contact.
“Jealousy? For what?” Mary questioned with the lollipop still in her mouth and her eyes fixed on me.
“You are going on a date. I think I’m jealous about that.”
“Explain yourself,” Mary said as she stood up.
I took a deep breath. “Okay, what I mean is, when you told me that you were going on a date with a guy, I felt hurt. Come on, Mary. It’s been three months that we have been studying together. You are attractive. You asked me earlier if I wanted to hook up with a girl. Yes! I do. The girl I want to hook up is you. You are the queen in the classroom and boys, they die to associate themselves with you. I’m sure if they get a change, they will want to sleep with you too.”
Mary maintained the poker face and continued sucking her lollipop seductively and not breaking eye contact.
“For God sake, stop giving a blowjob to that lollipop.”
The next thing I knew is that the lips which were sucking and kissing the strawberry flavoured lollipop were pressed against mine. After what seem to be two long minutes, she broke the kiss and said, “Took you long enough.”
(To be continued...)
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