His Not so Innocent Tutee

Chapter 3 | Alone

Heavily drinking a big glass of water, I flop back on my couch while clutching my bag tightly to my chest.

First Meeting and I am gonna get insulted in a most terrible way.

I am so close to crying, I swear! I am an innocent girl who is trapped in her friends cage, I shouldn't have agreed to this tutoring section at all, I even opened the book and tried learning something but nothing got inside my head. It's not my fault if I find maths so difficult.

"Allahu" I hear grandpa's groan as he sits on the couch "What happened Aayat?" I lift my head with visible pout and numb eyes, my eyes are already numb at the humiliation I am gonna feel.

"I have maths on Monday" I mumble while not telling the real reason of my stress "Maths, when I was a kid I used to get full marks in Maths, Maths was like a game which I played with my left hand" he proudly lies about himself when I clearly know I got his gene on calculations.

I again rest back but stare at the plain ceiling which shows some future scene which will take place soon.

"Oh god, why are you being so stressed, after Asar I'll take you to park, we will do yoga together, and all your stress will go in seconds" he snaps his finger while advising me.

"No I am going to Amyra's house, there I'll be learning for my exam" I mumble but feel like Abbu is glaring at me for not saying the whole truth. But I didn't lie, so Abbu won't be disappointed in me.

"Hmm okay, next time we will go, because yoga is an act which helps you to relax your mind and body and it also controls the blood—" not with his explanation again.

"Grandpa I am getting late, I'll leave now bye" I stand up and quickly wave at him "tell Aiza aapi the meaning of yoga she was being curious about yoga yesterday" I add things up so I can leave "Aapi!" I yell out loudly but here a yes in return "Grandpa is calling you!" I yell back again and before she comes and throws daggers at me when grandpa starts his speech I quickly rush out.

Giggling at how I have skill fully caged Aiza, I walk out but remember why I am walking out.

Ammi! I don't want to get insulted!

Crying over my fate I open my bag for the 97th time to check if all books and pens are in the bag because..

Rule number 1: Never search for things or say you forgot to bring while he is teaching you with full concentration.

When I find all my text book and note books and even two extra rough notes I hum feeling satisfied as I close my bag.

After Adjusting my glasses correctly, I set my hijaab properly as I walk out of the main door and next two steps I see my neighbours main door.

I glance at my watch to find 4:45 pm, Amyra said I should come at 5 but I am here 15 minutes early, because..

Rule Number 2: Do not get late, he hates when people are not punctual.

Passed two rules. Alhamdulillah!

I open the door and get in but see the house door open so I quickly walk inside only to here Aunty's loud laughs.

"Are you serious?" She says between her laughter "how did he say yes? I can't believe this" I so want to know what she is laughing at because I also want to laugh, atleast laughing can decrease my anxiety.

"Assalamu alaikum" I let it out as softly as I can and regret the next second when everyone turns to look at me, thank God, that intimidating soul is not here or else I would've taken a u-turn and rushed my Way Back Home—ahem.

I smile at Amyra's younger brother who is a very sweet human, Amyra's parents and Amyra who is looking at me with a smile.

"Walaikum asalam! We were waiting for you only, come here" she calls me and I squeeze my finger's nervously as I listen to her words.