Why R U ? (FighterxTutor) (Eng) 3

 

    

 

Chapter 3 

 

 

 

"Ok, that's all for today. You can go kha."

 

As soon as the professor finished speaking, some students started to leave and few remained in the classroom, only a few groups that had not yet finished collecting their things.

 

One of them was Tutor.

 

"The matter of Prof. Suphan is damned difficult. From the beginning until now, I have not understood anything," said Day irritably.

 

"Come on, when the mid-year exams approach we will ask Saifah to help us. Isn't he a genius in this matter?"

 

Tutor smiled broadly and then laughed.

 

"Hey Tor, I wanted to ask you about the other night at the party. How did it go? All right?" Asked Day curiously. Tutor, on the other hand, did not want his friends to know about the accident of the previous evening.

 

"..."

 

"How come you're silent? Are you getting in trouble?" 

"It's nothing ... The party went well." What didn't seem right to him was ... only "that thing".

 

One thing he thought he should forget. Forget about it immediately. However, in the end, Tutor could not shake that image from before his eyes.

 

It was all too clear, especially the moment their lips met.

 

He could still feel the touch ...

 

"Oh ... what's wrong?"

 

"Eh?"

 

"Why are you rubbing your lips?"

 

"Er ... it's nothing." Tutor hadn't noticed that he had brought his hands to his lips as he thought about what Fighter had done to him the previous evening.

 

"You work at P'Ke's shop today, right?"

 

"Ah-ah," Tutor nodded as he stuffed his things into his bag. "Ah, before I forget to tell you ... Hwahwa will have a birthday party tomorrow, he also invited Saifa and

 

Day. Let's all go together, okay? "

 

"Can I come?" Day asked with a happy expression. "Actually, I've already prepared a gift for her, but I didn't think she would invite me."

 

"Yes, you can come. So let's go together, okay? Saifah, you come? Are you free?"

 

"No, I'm lazy."

 

"Bloody lazy, but it's okay. For the gift, buy it today and leave it so we can give it to him. Okay?" Day asked.

 

"No." Saifah never denied himself. At his reply, the person by his side, Day, interrupted him.

 

"You always do that, Saifah."

 

"Besides, I'm not even that close to Hwahwa."

 

"You won't be close friends, but you can always take something small from her."

 

"Do I have to, Ai Day? Throw money away for nothing."

 

"What an asshole, Fah." 

"Now stop." If Tutor hadn't stopped the squabble, he didn't know how long the two would continue to fight. "Okay. If you don't want to give her a present, it's okay. Hwa won't make a drama out of it."

 

When Tutor finished speaking, Saifah shrugged as if he had won in the end.

 

Day, on the other hand, simply shook his head as if he was annoyed before turning to Tutor: "And what are you taking, Ai Tor?"

 

"Nothing."

 

    

 

"Oh..."

 

"But I think I'll borrow the oven from the store to make her a cake in it. Although I don't know if the boss will let me use it."

 

"Sure he will! That senior and super nice to you."

 

"I'm not sure anyway. No matter how nice he is to me, the shop is not only his. There are also his partners. If I ask him and it is not allowed, then I will go and look for something small."

 

"Did you see the football game last night?"

 

A loud voice came from the group that had just entered the classroom. A group of fourth year students who were just entering.

 

"Geez. They're the fourth year of my faculty. Let's go. I don't want to see them. It won't be long before they use me again to do something."

 

As soon as he said these words, he picked up his bag and threw it over his shoulder and started walking.

 

In the meantime, Day had no choice but to follow him. The third one left wanted to do the same, but he still hadn't finished collecting his things.

 

In the end, the tutor drove everything into the bag before following Saifah and Day.

 

Being in a hurry, Tutor had forgotten something in the classroom. Luckily he noticed it as he was going down the stairs.

 

"What are you looking for, Ai Tor?" Day asked when he saw that Tutor was looking for something on the stock exchange.

 

"I think I forgot my cell phone in class. In the meantime, you go."

 

"No problem. If you take a little while, we'll wait for you downstairs."

 

Tutor nodded and ran up the stairs, heading for the classroom from which he had just come out.

 

However, he slowed down when he saw a person outside the classroom, his back against the wall.

 

In his hands, a cellphone.

 

It wouldn't have been a problem if the person hadn't been P'Fight.

 

(Sigh) ... Just the thought of having to go to him and ask for the phone made him want to let it go.

 

But how could he do it when that cell phone was the only thing he owned? 

"P'Fight, is that my phone?"

 

"What do you think?"

 

"P'Fight ..."

 

"Ask and check if it's yours."

 

"It's mine."

 

"Even if it were...?"

 

This is annoying.

 

Aside from the expression that already fueled that feeling of annoyance, Fighter raised an eyebrow and wondered if he was looking for problems as always. He had no idea how such a person could be his senior.

 

The world is so unfair.

 

"So ...? What would you do if it were?"

 

"I'd ask you to return it," said Tutor as he reached out to retrieve the cell phone. The other, however, did not let him go, not even when Tutor tried to take him by force.

 

    

 

"P'Fight."

 

"I will call often."

 

"Give me back the phone."

 

"..."

 

Ah! It was the sound that came out when the older boy stuck his face towards him, getting closer than normal.

 

At the same time, the image of their touching lips swirled in his head and he was taken by surprise. The closer Fighter approached him, the more he felt his body tense.

 

In addition, his warm breath directly into his ear made him behave strangely.

 

Tutor remained motionless. He feared that if he moved, the tip of someone's nose would touch his cheek.

 

"Tutor".

 

"Thing?"

 

"Hahaha", came the other's throat laugh.

 

Fighter could not help laughing at seeing the young man's gaze, but he was willing to stay there, postponing the moment to return the cell phone because he wanted to warn him about that thing.

 

Although it was of no importance, he didn't want others to know that he had carelessly kissed the person in front of him.

 

"If I find out that you messed up telling someone about what happened at the party the other night ..."

 

"..."

 

"You'll end up hurting yourself."

 

Tutor moved his neck to avoid Fighter when he noticed that his lips and the tip of his nose almost touched his ear. He felt his warm breath again because Fighter was chuckling at his junior's behavior and gaze. However, it was temporary because Tutor turned to face him. The young man was amused but tried to put on a defiant look.

 

"Doesn't it seem strange to you to reach certain threats?"

 

"Who said it's strange?"

 

"..." Tutor did not reply.

 

"Do you think I like you or what, Ai Tor?"

 

"..."

 

    

 

Tutor did not reply, but made an expression as if he was causing him to say otherwise.

 

"Funny," said Fighter, using one hand to push Tutor's head away.

 

The other hand, however, let go of the phone and returned it to its owner. Fighter shook his head, heading for class for class.

 

Of one thing Tutor was sure: a person like Fighter would never have liked someone like him.

 

A person like that senior had many choices and even with Hwahwa, yet he preferred not to do things seriously.

 

The challenge that had thrown him had been dictated by hatred and the desire to win.

 

He no longer remembered how many times he got into trouble with his senior because he kept provoking him.

 

Just when the time had come to avoid him, he would be dragged from Hwahwa to the birthday and spend time with him.

 

Fighter wouldn't have missed a similar event.

 

Tutor took another deep breath as he descended the faculty stairs.

 

At that moment, his head was empty, except for prayers for Fighter to get busy with his things and not be able to go to the party.

 

 

 

...

 

-XX Pastry-

 

"Good evening, P '." Tutor pushed the front door of the shop where he worked while greeting the senior at the counter.

 

P'Ke smiled and pushed him towards the back of the shop so he could change and put on his uniform.

 

P'Ke had once said that the uniform was fine with him and had helped promote the online store many times.

 

At first he felt strange when people entered the shop, took pictures of him secretly and then left, but after a while he got used to it.

 

"Eat both well. Look at your older sister, for example." The sight of a family, a family sitting eating a cake together, happy.

 

The mother was sitting next to the younger boy, who was eating some candy in front of him. Beside him was his older daughter, the one who had been taken as an example.

 

The father was sitting in front of them, in admiration of his family.

 

Tutor looked at them with a mixture of feelings, but not negative ones. It was just the nostalgia of when he too ate with his family, in exactly the same way.

 

In all honesty he had also thought of visiting his parents and his older sister TongTa in the province, but at the same time he wanted to work to save some money. If there had been an emergency, it could have helped at least in part.

 

He thought about it ...

 

Quite a lot of.

 

But what else could he do if at that moment the most important thing for his family was ... money?

 

"Tor, arrange table 3 and then can you throw out the trash, please?"

 

"Khrap." Tutor stopped staring at the family and smiled when he received an order from the senior.

 

Even when he changed his expression, having to work was pretty hard, but he couldn't avoid it and he couldn't choose.

 

It didn't matter, she had to be happy with the things she had.

 

 

 

22:00

 

"I'll leave the lock to you, na Tor," said P'Ke, giving the keys to Tutor as he was about to leave the shop.

 

"Okay. About the machines and the ingredients I used, can you get them out of my wages?"

 

"Hey, there is no need. Use whatever you want. You have already taken on a lot of things. I go, I entrust the na store."

 

    

 

"Okay. Thanks a lot, P'Ke." Tutor smiled at the owner and accompanied him to the door. Then he closed the lock and went back to the kitchen.

 

Before his family faced that financial situation, Tor was in charge of making a birthday cake for every occasion. If there was a person who wanted to eat a cake, it was the one who made it.

 

Not that he liked it particularly. He had never thought of doing it, but since he was forced by P'TongTa, who was a cake freak, it was as if karma had decided for him.

 

Tutor had denied him with all his might, but at the last minute his brother had half-dragged him to a pastry school.

 

But when he thought back to those times ... he had to admit that it had been a good thing that his brother had made him study pastry.

 

Partly because he could already secure a future profession, and partly thanks to P'Ke who had been the first to make him work in the shop since the assistant cook had retired.

 

At the time, the chef didn't need any assistants but Tutor was grateful for everything he kept learning at the shop.

 

"Well, where do I start?", Tutor asked himself before going to retrieve the ingredients to make the cake and put them on the kitchen counter.

 

A little happiness in doing something, and it's also fun. We hope that the recipient will also be happy, at least as happy as the donor.

 

 

 

....

 

18:30

 

"Why is it taking so long?" Day was constantly complaining, even though he had only just rang the bell. "Are Hwa's parents home?"

 

"No. Hwa said they went to some seminary in another province."

 

"So who else invited? P'Fight coming?"

 

"From the latest news I've heard, he won't make it. The others who will probably come will be the boys from the Hwa faculty."

 

"Oh." Day nodded before ringing the bell again. He didn't have to wait long, however, because someone left the house and Day was speechless. In a moment, he shifted the weight on one foot and whispered in Tutor's ear: "I thought you said that ..."

 

"I have no idea either."

 

Day had a disgruntled face, more or less like a Tutor who sighed heavily.

 

He understood that there was nothing he could do and that his prayers and hopes for the senior not to come had been in vain.

 

"P'Fight, 'wadee khrap."

 

Day made a "wai" to P'Fight, while Tutor only kept his eyes on him, feeling the opposite of happy.

 

As soon as Fighter noticed him, he felt so pissed that he raised his eyebrows.

 

"Idiot," Tutor whispered intentionally bumping him with the shoulder as he entered the house.

 

Day looked confused but eventually ran inside, reaching Tutor.

 

 

    

"You shouldn't bump into a senior like that, Tor."

 

"The road was blocking us."

 

"Then you could have asked him more kindly to move."

 

"Too lazy."

 

"If you do this, I won't be able to do anything to keep you from being kicked."

 

Day continued to complain and Tutor listened to only part of his muttering, ignoring the other part because he thought they were of little importance.

 

"P'Fight would have no courage to do such a thing."

 

The belief was for one particular person who didn't even have the courage to hang out with someone who was holding back .

 

    

 

End of chapter 3