Why R U ? (FighterxTutor) (Eng) 5

 

    

 

Chapter 5

 

 

 

"You do not believe me?"

 

"Huh?"

 

"Don't you believe me, Tor?"

 

"About what, Zon?"

 

"About what I told you, the two of us who are part of a story."

 

"Eeeh?"

 

"Believe me! We will be part of the story Sol wrote."

 

"Zon!" Tutor called back his friend.

 

"I'm telling you the truth! You have to believe me!" 

This time, in addition to speaking very loudly, the lowest reached out a hand to shake his friend's shoulders.

 

    

 

"Believe me, Tor! Believe me!"

 

"Zon, wait. Calm down."

 

"Tor, believe me ... Ai Tor, damn Ai Tor!"

 

"?!?" Tutor was taken aback when he was called.

 

He opened his eyes wide and looked at the person in front of him, then blinked to focus.

 

"Why are you sleeping in class?" A familiar voice made him understand that Day had awakened him.

 

"Hmm."

 

"You're usually not in this condition."

 

"I went to bed a little late yesterday." Tutor raised a hand to his forehead to massage the area between his eyebrows, exhausted.

 

He had gone to sleep late because he had wasted time calculating his expenses and figuring out if he had enough money for food and lodging.

 

It didn't matter how much he saved, he would have been able to spend very little in any case.

 

"Is Saifah gone already?"

 

When he fully recovered, Tutor looked around. The class was now empty, even Saifah, his friend, was gone.

 

"Well, yes. He called P'Soda. He asked him to give guitar lessons to those who will sing to the football club project."

 

"In conclusion, Zon doesn't really accept this project."

 

"So it seems. I saw that Saifah is with someone else." Tutor nodded sympathetically.

 

    

 

He knew his friend didn't want to have commitments unless someone challenged him.

 

"Are you all right, Tor? You look tired."

 

"It's nothing."

 

"Sure?"

 

"Uh-uh."

 

"Okay, okay. If you don't say anything, you know I don't know how to help you. I still have basketball training and it's already late. The fourth ones will beat me up again."

 

"Go, Day, move. I finish putting my things in order and I'm going too."

 

"So, I'm going. See you on Monday."

 

Tutor nodded as he followed his friend who was leaving the classroom until he disappeared from view. Then he sighed.

 

He had never believed he was able to fall asleep in class.

 

He thanked heaven that the teacher of this matter was not too severe. Maybe because the class was big, so no one noticed.

 

After Tutor finished getting ready, he walked slowly down the university building.

 

He was in no hurry to go to work at the shop, he didn't have to run to give lessons to anyone. It was a boring time but it gave him time to rest and think.

 

There weren't many student activities in the afternoon but the voice he heard was loud enough to keep him going.

 

It was the voice of the people cheering on the athletes, or that of the volunteers at the field laughing happily.

 

Tutor had never participated in that type of activity. He had never participated in any activity.

 

Not that he didn't want to, but he couldn't.

 

"AAAHH!"

 

    

 

The scream drew Tutor's attention, who turned to look. What he saw greatly surprised him and he ran to lend a hand.

 

"Professor, what happened? Did you hurt yourself?"

 

"It's all right, I'm fine. But these documents ..."

 

"The help to collect them," said Tutor and then bend over to pick up the sheets scattered everywhere on the floor.

 

"Put them in this box, son."

 

"All right." Both boxes are in front of him.

 

"Hey, you, over there. Yes, you. Are you free? Can you help me put these documents in the boxes?"

 

At first Tutor did not know who that person with the Engineering faculty shirt that the professor had called was. He only realized it afterwards, when he finished collecting the sheets. He found out that it was P'Fight.

 

"Thanks a lot to both of you. Now I can take them alone."

 

"No problem, Professor. We can take them."

 

The boy in the engineer shirt spoke calmly and Tutor looked at him in surprise: he did not imagine that even someone like P'Fight had a similar side.

 

A side that made him look like someone else.

 

He thought so because in reality P'Fight didn't seem to care about anyone.

 

"Perfect, then follow me."

 

Both boys nodded and followed the teacher. On the way, Tutor had no intention of speaking to the other, but it was the senior who first brought his face close to Tutor's to whisper to him: "I saw him."

 

 

    

 

 

"See what?"

 

"When you made that annoyed face a moment ago."

 

"You are too biased."

 

"Hey, Ai Tor."

 

RRRrrrr

 

The ringing of the professor's cell phone made them stop.

 

"An urgent meeting? Okay ... Okay, I'll be right there ... I know ..." The teacher said a few more words and then attacked. Then he looked at both of them with worried looks.

 

"I have a meeting with the assistants. If it's not a problem for you two, could you bring these documents to the building?"

 

"No problem, Professor. Where should we take them?"

 

"At the library of the Faculty of Sociology, building A. Go all the way and you will find the archive. But be careful, it seems that the building is closed for restoration so you will need something to keep the door open. It is broken and not can be opened from the inside. "

 

"All right."

 

"Thank you so much guys."

 

"No problem, prof."

 

18:05

 

Silence.

 

It was very silent.

 

Tutor did not believe that the building of the Faculty of Sociology could have looked so bleak. Maybe it was because they were still renovating it and most of the students didn't pass by.

 

Tutor stopped in front of the library and asked the person behind him: "P'Fight, can you keep both boxes?"

 

"What are you thinking?" The other asked back.

 

    

 

"Come on, it shouldn't be a problem. I have to open the door."

 

After that, Tutor placed the box he was carrying on Fighter's without waiting for an answer.

 

The engineer frowned, not content, but said nothing.

 

Tutor opened the door and turned on the lights, then returned to Fighter to retrieve his box.

 

"I can keep them."

 

"No problem, P '. I don't want to disturb a person like you."

 

"A person like me?"

 

"Mh, someone like you." Tutor looked him in the eye and for a moment and then shrugged when he couldn't think of another answer to that question. "Leave it alone. Better if we go inside."

 

Seeing that Tutor was not responding, Fighter decided not to ask any more questions.

 

He followed him inside in silence, glancing at Tutor's back with a mixture of feelings. He could not explain what they meant.

 

One of these feelings was probably respect, because Tutor had started working to earn some money since before he graduated.

 

Fighter didn't know how to describe this feeling, but he knew it was always present in his mind every time he thought about it. 

Maybe because not one of the people around him could be compared to Tutor. None of them had so many difficulties.

 

Did he feel ... Impressed?

 

Fighter followed Tutor to the archive. Tutor placed the box and his bag on the ground in front of the room and then opened the door.

 

Creak Creak

 

    

 

The sound of the switch made Fighter turn.

 

"Is broken?"

 

"Maybe. I tried to turn on the light a few times."

 

"No problem. Let's get going, let's get this stuff in and get back."

 

"I know," complained Tutor.

 

He put the box on the floor to hold the door and Fighter couldn't remember why he did it.

 

He stood there, looking at the person in front of him, then took his box and followed him.

 

Sbam!

 

As he walked, Fighter had struck Tutor's box with one foot on the floor holding the door open.

 

"Why did you put it there?" The taller boy murmured, moving the box with one foot as he slowly closed the door.

 

"P'Fight, the door!"

 

"?"

 

"Does not open!"

 

"What?"

 

"Do you remember what the professor said?!"

 

Slam!

 

"P'Fight ..." His tone of voice is not as aggressive as his gaze.

 

"Well? I didn't remember the door being broken."

 

"Is there anything you remember, P '?"

 

"Hey, Ai Tor ..."

 

"Enough, shut up ..."

 

Tutor raised a hand to stop him and tried to push the door with his shoulder. Fighter held the box in his hand and walked over to Tutor.

 

"So? Can you open it?" He asked as he watched as the younger attempted to open the door.

 

"I can't ..."

 

"..."

 

Silence crept in between them. Tutor looked at Figher annoyed.

 

"It's all your fault."

 

"My?"

 

"Yes. You should have seen that I had put the box down to keep the door open. Even if you didn't remember the reason, you should have understood."

 

"What are you complaining about?"

 

"How can I not complain? We are stuck here because of you."

 

"We can call someone."

 

"My bag is out."

 

"Use mine, hold on." He said, handing him the cell phone.

 

Tutor shook his head.

 

"Come on, call. Everyone's going home soon."

 

"..."

 

    

 

"What's up?"

 

Suddenly, Fighter stared at him with a strange look. The expression on his face was difficult to decipher. "P'Fight ...?"

 

"..."

 

"Don't tell me it's empty?"

 

"Mh."

 

"Damn it, P '!"

 

"You complain too much, you will deaf me with your complaints."

 

"How did you not notice it and recharge it?"

 

"How did I know I would get stuck here with you?"

 

"You should be more organized."

 

"Talk about me. Ask yourself why you left your bag out!"

 

"It's heavy I put it outside. Why didn't you recharge your cell phone?"

 

 

    

 

 

"And how heavy is it? Why didn't you bring it in?"

 

"..." Tutor ran out of words, muzzling.

 

"..." Fighter was no exception.

 

He looked at his junior showing an angry expression.

 

Eventually Tutor lowered his head and looked away. "Forget it."

 

He didn't know if it was a feeling of pity or anger, but he didn't like that Tutor had an expression like that.

 

"Wait, I'm going to find something to open the door." Fighte took off his uniform and placed it on the box. Then he went in search of some object to unlock the door.

 

Finally he found a paperclip, made a straight metal wire from it and turned it inside the lock as he had seen it done in films and dramas.

 

But this wasn't a movie or a drama and breaking a lock wasn't as easy as he thought.

 

Crak.

 

"You have done?" Tutor asked, leaning against the door and looking at him.

 

Fighter didn't answer and only pushes the door hoping it will open.

 

But in the end, he could only shake his head in response as Tutor sat on the floor

 

"Sigh." His sigh was heard again.

 

"I think you should stop. It's better if we wait for someone to come looking for us."

 

"..."

 

"Let's just sit down."

 

"I know I know." Fighter nodded. He went to get his shirt and sat down next to Tutor.

 

He took his cell phone from his bag and tried to turn it on again.

 

"Forget it, P '," said the boy at his side. "Once the battery is dead, there's no way it can turn on."

 

"..."

 

"It's better if we wait for someone to help us."

 

"Hmm."

 

He put the cell phone in his shirt pocket and slowly closed his eyes.

 

What Tutor had said was not wrong because if he had to find a culprit for the current situation, that would have been himself.

 

20:24

 

 

Suddenly Tutor felt a weight on his shoulder.

 

When he turned to look, he saw that Fighter had placed his head on his shoulder.

 

"P'Fight", he called, confused.

 

The other remained motionless, only his breathing could be heard.

 

"P ', are you kidding me?"

 

"..."

 

Fighter was still silent and the younger one began to frown trying to move Fighter's head away. Obviously it didn't work.

 

The more he pushed the more Fighter leaned.

 

"Ouch! P'Fight!"

 

"..."

 

"You don't really hear me, huh?" Tutor asked. He looked at him again and cursed. "Cursed P '..."

 

In the end he couldn't help but let Fighter rest his head on his shoulder.

 

If I know you're doing it on purpose to bother me ...

 

I will kill you.