“Can we go now?” Jake asked Priscy, acting as though he hadn’t even seen me standing there talking to her. His behaviour felt disrespectful and rude. I couldn’t understand why he always loved to act like a boss. No wonder he had received those dirty punches from the guys.
I stayed calm and waited for Priscy’s response.
“Ermm, KD wants to discuss something with me at the library, and I don’t want what happened yesterday to repeat itself,” she said.
As soon as Priscy spoke, Jake turned and walked out of the class without a word. I knew he was angry. One thing Jake couldn’t stand was being challenged. He always wanted his words to be followed religiously, without question. So when Priscy spoke like that, I knew trouble was looming.
I had wanted to follow Jake—to convince him not to go—but I didn’t. After sacrificing my breakfast just to meet Priscy, I wasn’t ready to miss this opportunity for anyone.
We went to the library. The place was so quiet, almost eerie. The only person there was the librarian, whose face was buried in a book. He was so absorbed that he didn’t even respond to our greetings.
We went to the far end of the library and opened books in front of us, pretending to be reading. Now it was time to start talking, but I was nervous. She was waiting to hear something from me, yet I kept flipping pages as if my prepared speech was hidden somewhere in the book.
“So, KD,” she said at last, “why are we here? You said you wanted to discuss something with me. I hope it’s not about Jake?”
I didn’t know what to say. I badly needed to know what had happened the previous day, but looking at her posture, I could tell she wasn’t ready to go into the nitty-gritty with me. “Whether it was the tenant who seduced the landlord’s wife, or the landlord who seduced the tenant’s wife, it’s the tenant who would leave the house,” I told myself.
I didn’t really care to know what had transpired. My target was to win her heart, and the first step was to know if it was my letter she had received.
I asked her about the letter she’d gotten the previous day.
As soon as I asked, she beamed with a smile. I knew it was only my letter that could do that kind of magic—not any other guy’s.
“KD, honestly I don’t think Slim Bee wrote that letter. I tried to convince Jake that it wasn’t that guy but another person, but Jake wouldn’t listen,” she replied. She continued, “I even have the letter in my pocket. I asked Slim Bee about it, and he vehemently denied ever writing it. He even showed me his notebook and asked me to compare the handwriting. They weren’t the same. Now my headache is to find this secret lover.”
When she said that, I wanted to scream at the top of my voice and confess that the secret lover was sitting right before her—but I didn’t. I didn’t know how she would take it. I was terrified that if I confessed, I’d lose her.
“Can I also read the letter?” I asked.
She smiled and handed it to me. I read it and—hurraaaaaaaay—it was my letter.
“KD, I don’t know what to do now,” she said. “I guess this person must be in love with me. I couldn’t sleep last night. I read the letter over and over again. No wonder I still have it in my pocket. I wish I could reply to this guy, but I don’t know how, because he didn’t even write his name in the letter. I’m very sure it’s one of the seniors. The words in the letter just won’t leave my head. I never knew I could arrest the attention of a guy in such a manner.”
She stopped talking for a moment, looked me straight in the eye, and said, “KD, will you help me get this senior? Please do me this favour. And I beg you, don’t tell Jake. Let this remain between the two of us.”
I was shocked to the core, hearing her pour those words into my ears. A prayer director? Falling for a senior—and needing my help to get him? Could this be some weird dream I was having?
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