Play Date

"So, are you coming in the evening?" she asked as we walked together towards the gate.

"Yes!" I replied with a smile.

"Okay, then I'll be waiting for you," she said, stretching her hand out for a handshake. I shook her hand before we parted ways.

"See ya!" I called out.

"Same here," she responded.

Arriving home around 3 pm, I tossed my books onto the table. Despite feeling some signs of tiredness in my body, a revitalizing energy surged within me, lifting my spirits.

I entered my room and selected a nice, cozy outfit suitable for the evening. As I took a shower, mixed feelings bloomed inside me. While it wasn't my first time experiencing such emotions, there was something different about it this time. A rich aroma filled the air as I sprayed perfume all over my body and combed my hair.

Moving to my book rack, I gathered the clinical anatomy books I needed and left the room. Before departing, I stole a quick glance at myself in the mirror. Dressed in off-white shorts paired with an aqua t-shirt, I felt refreshed, decent, and perfectly suited for the evening ahead.

My car awaited me in the foyer, and as I settled into it, I geared up and set off in the direction of her house. The sun still blazed in the sky, though it was on the verge of setting. The pinkish-red hues painted across the bright blue sky created a heavenly sight as my car passed by the tall, blue mirrored buildings, their reflection mirroring the spectacle above.

In the back of my mind, images of us sitting together, exploring the concepts of medical sciences, especially clinical anatomy, and discussing them in a room bathed in the warm glow of a yellowish lamp flashed vividly.

Parking my car on the busy road outside her house, I stepped out and made my way towards her door. Climbing the small steps of the stairs, I knocked. After a few moments of waiting, there was no answer. I knocked again, growing a bit impatient. Still, there was no response.

Just as I was beginning to think that she might have forgotten about our plans and stepped out, I heard hurried footsteps approaching the door. It swung open quickly, revealing her standing there.

"Sorry, sorry. I was taking a shower. That's why I didn't open it at the first knock," she explained hurriedly.

"It's okay," I replied politely, understandingly. I followed her inside as she ushered me in. She led me to the same living room where we had sat the day I dropped her home.

"Please, have a seat," she gestured towards the sofa, and I obliged.

I obliged her command as if she were my teacher and I her student. Well, at this moment, that was precisely the case, as I was there to receive tuition from her. Technically, I was her student for the duration of the lesson.

"Would you like to have something?" she asked courteously.

"Water would be fine," I replied.

"Okay," she turned and headed towards the kitchen while I waited in the living room. When she returned, she held out a glass of water to me.

"Thanks," I said, taking the glass and bringing it to my lips to take small sips.

As I drank, she sat beside me, causing my nerves to flutter so much that it became difficult to swallow the water.

Setting the glass aside, I reached for my books. Among them was a heavy ledger, bound in red, with the subject "Clinical Anatomy" engraved in golden ink on its cover.

"How many chapters has the professor taught you by now?" she inquired as I handed her the book.

"Um, just two," I replied, feeling a mixture of nervousness and anticipation.

"Oh. That means we can match their pace pretty easily." She said confidently.

"I hope so." I said, a bit insured.

"Don't worry, I'll make it so much easier for you that you'll cover up all material before the professor."

She assured me while scrolling her index finger on the content list.

I felt relieved that atleast I was in safe hands now. But was I really came here to study from her?

Was my intentions were just to have her help in regards of academics?

After having spend the evening with her the day I came here for the first time. I wished to spend every evening with her. I wished to be around her everyday when the sun drowns behind the west horizon leaving a tint of its behind to make the world feel its absence and reminisce its presence. I wished to relish this breathtaking and mesmerizing view with her every evening while the hot brewing wisps of coffee kissed our face and we undress each other with our gaze.

It'd completely untrue if I'd say I went there just to seek her help in regards of academics. From the day I met her my mental condition improved alot. The ghost of my terrific past stopped haunting me for whole nights, and I began having a sound sleep at nights. Which I hadn't had the chance to get in a while.

Like I said she was a magician. I didn't know what spell she has casted on me but whatever it was -her love, her vibes, her magic or her spell- it proved beneficial for me.

Though, I had been selfish in this regards. All I was doing was for my own purpose in the start. But I couldn't help it. Those nightmares I saw with wide open eyes, those haunting sleepless nights, and years old insomnia, she pulled me out of it all with the click of her finger.

She flipped the pages and open the first chap of the book. Then she grabbed the notebook I brought with me from the table and start teaching me the simplest concept. It's true I hadn't had difficulties in understanding them. It was just an excuse to be able spend more time with her.

She kept on talking in a professional tone with her face fully engrossed in the concepts as I looked at her all the time and kept on nodding my head in an attempt to show my interest in the subject and her teaching method. Whereas, I was so busy in admiring every cut, curves, slopes and forms of her face. It was enchanting, beguiling, and made to be loved and kissed but not by everyone. Only by those who knows the value of art and was similar with the art of appreciate it, and handling it with delicate care.

I mastered at this and was looking for a chance to avail this opportunity.