Those ears are just for decoration.

Chapter 11

If you think the phone prank was bad, well Sensei Omar has done way worse than that. Even on days where he isn't supposed to be teaching me he still was present to 'observe us'…what the hell is that even suppose to mean.

"Can you stop watching us it's making the both of us uncomfortable," I said

"I have to-it's my job."

"Stay then, your behaving like I'll eat him up or something."

"There will be no eating," he said walking back into his observation corner

I proceeded with class, he didn't even allow for me to stand close to him.

"Ibrahim since your new why don't you eat out with us, you'll make new friends?" I said rushing towards him before he left the class

"He's not hungry so don't bother him, right, Ibrahim?" Omar said turning towards him.

"Jee, maybe some other time. I have an appointment today," he said running away.

"What's your problem with him, his super friendly I'm sure Owais would've wanted him around as well?!"

"How sure are you about that…."

"I`m very certain mind you…besides I can eat out with whoever I what to," I said pushing him aside as leaving the dojo.

I had lunch at home that day then did a few of my assignments before dozing off. I was being tortured In my dream by the imbecile himself…looks like there's no escaping him anymore.

"You look like a train ran you over last night," he said placing a coffee onto my desk

"Says the mother of all zombies, I had to submit both of our assignments remember!"

"Shush, quiet it down or we'll both get caught."

I had my coffee before falling off to sleep in class. As tired as I was I still had to train and of all days I had to train with Omar today. I kind of felt uncomfortable around him…I mean after having that weird dream about him last night...does he perhaps know that he appeared in my dream last night, I just don't know it felt so Deja Vu. Maybe I coincidently thought about him cause I was doing both of our assignments? Makes more sense that way.. . Besides that I think everything was normal, he was still as cold and annoying as always.

I was right about one thing though, he made sure that he tripled the torture during his lessons so that I would fill in for the gap for my fitness and fighting practise. Learning combinations and whatever needed to be done. I do have to admit that he was a really good sensei because around him I could be myself as well as unleash my full potential without feeling judged.

His efforts never went to wàste I genuinely gave in my all.

"I think you're ready for competition.." he said removing his gloves

"I thought only black belts get go-go…"

"Yes, that is true. But, I am making this decision based on your progress you're doing way better than many black belts, I'll be leading your training from now on."

"What about Ibrahim…" I ask a little saddened

"His slowing down your progress and we can both see it. My decision is final see you later."

I didn't leave the ring though after listening to his decision made without my consultation. so while he trained I placed his photo onto one of the punching bags and kicked it continuously till Owais came in and stopped my raging.

" I know you hate him for it, but he's right. Ibrahim is slowing down your progress."

"Why do you always take his side…do you have any idea what he puts me through, huh!" I said turning away from him

"Elizah…he only cares about you. Nothing more. If you fail to see it it's about time that you open your eyes and start noticing what he's doing for you it's for your own good."

"whatever…"

"Yeah, right whatever indeed."

At that moment I felt like I didn't know who Owais was, he wasn't one to fight with me unless I was really out of line. He made a judgement without actually seeing what I did which was not fair. Not like I can smell peoples intentions from afar.

Later that day I met up with Ibrahim and Saleema.

"Looks like this will be our first and last meal…" I said handing him the dishes

he began eating, ignoring the both of us.

suddenly Omar barged in grabbing me by the wrist as he dragged me out of the restaurant after punching Ibrahim in the face. Saleema chased after me catching up with us.

"What is your problem!"

"I should be asking you that!" I said pushing my arm out of his, "how did you find me."

"That isn't the point, did you know that sweet Ibrahim over there is a womanizer…why do you think I watched you all the time."

"What... you could've just told me. Why be so secretive about it."

"It's not easy for him to communicate Elizah," Saleema said barging in, "since we were young his been silent especially when it came to expression remember."

"okay fine…i`m sorry okay."

He then left the area with me after dropping Saleema off.

"Are you still upset?" I asked looking towards him

"of course I am. I'm very upset."

" I was wrong this time. I'll listen to you always, just communicate with me."

"I guess it's equally my fault, I'm sorry as well."

"We bury the hatchet then!"

"Hmm," he replied focusing on the road

Was I completely at fault though…maybe I should stop thinking about myself for once and try listening to others…my self-defence may be strong but avoidance is way better than confrontation. I couldn't believe that they knew though and still kept him as my sensei. If it weren't for Omars constant watch and threats I could've been assaulted…there's not much one could do sometimes against someone who knows better martial art skills than you.

"Omar…thank you," I said before leaving the car

"Your welcome," he replied closing his car window

I wasn't expecting that. There actually are human emotions under his robotic stance and gaze. I just needed to find a way to discover it, and also the answer to why he cares so much about me…especially since I don't really mean that much to him.