MSL - The Summary

I walked into the classroom and realized the class was busy discussing the summary that the lecturer sent to them. It's really my writing that there's been some improvement here and there. I think Mr. Hudson actually used my writing to share as his student teaching material.

I sat on my bench impatiently, waiting for him to come to class and teach us as usual. Em... It's unusual, because it's my third week of college and we only met him once at the beginning of our college. Last week he didn't come and give us a task that we had to complete online.

"Oh, how sweet." Stef was completely gobsmacked when she read the teaching material from Mr. Hudson that was emailed by all his students. "I told you, this lecturer is indeed another from others." She said while I was just smiling.

"You received the email?" Stef asked me.

"Yes, just like you guys received." I said briefly.

"He was really kind after torturing me with a heavy task last week." Stef said and it made me smile in my heart. The online task he gave was indeed very heavy, because all students had to read the book I had and summarize the first two chapters. But when the task was given to us, I had already completed five chapters, so it was not a problem for me.

"Morning class." His voice sounded as soon as he entered the room. This time he came up with a dark blue suit and tie neatly tied on the collar of his white shirt. He looks very elegant in such a formal suit. Even his hair is styled in such a way, I don't think I've ever seen a fashion stylist in his house, but he always looks fashionable.

"Morning Sir." Answer the whole class.

"Ok, you guys have received a summary up to chapter five instead, while you just finished collecting tasks up to chapter two." He said profusely, we all focused on him and no one commented.

"I want you to use such a system, learn something not only because someone demands you to get to the minimum, but you have to reach your own maximum." He said once more.

There was no pleasantries, he directly discussed the lecture materials. His gaze when our eyes accidentally met also felt very natural, as if we didn't sleep under one roof every weekend. It was as if he had never kissed me on the lips, and as if I had never dreamed of him in every sleep of my night.

I recorded the important things he said on my notebook, and noted one important thing in my head "I was a bewitched student and fell in love with my lecturer who might consider me a snot girl. That's it."

I have completed half a more chapter, and will repay him every night without having to go to his house, and when the end of the order arrives I will be finished until the sixtyth chapter, after which I will return everything he lent and return to a normal life. Maybe it's better, because like this makes me tormented, I like what I can't possibly achieve.

***

The two-hour lecture ended and when I saw him leave class, it always broke my heart. Like a lover who was left out of thin air, even though I was just a student and he was my lecturer. But today, my Monday lecture became unattractive because it closed with Lolita chasing Mr. Hudson to the door and asking me something that was nothing but her body approached Mr. Hudson with a spoiled I guess. Even he giggled and Mr. Hudson smiled at the girl's behavior, while I, it felt like my throat was burning at all the events before my eyes.

"Hi." Ze greeted me.

"Hi." I returned her greeting, but did not return her smile.

"What's going on?" She asked and I thought I was going crazy, I looked at Ze and my eyes started to glaze over.

"Hey . . . is there anything bad going on?" She asked, pulling me back. Our shift hasn't started yet and we're preparing.

"I don't know, I think I'm starting to go crazy."

"You have trouble paying your tuition fees?" Ze asked.

"No." I shook my head.

"Then what drives you crazy?" She urged but I obviously couldn't say what I felt, there were too many secrets I kept from Ze, and I won't give up now, because it would be awkward if I said everything. Ze probably thought that I sold myself to Mr. Hudson, and it would be very bad for Mr. Hudson if this news spread because of my carelessness.

"I don't know, maybe I just still have to get used to college while doing my job." I said distractingly.

"You definitely can." Ze encouraged me, and I had to go back to swallowing this reality for myself.

***

Thursday, and two more days I was determined to finish the rest of my chapter, but past midnight I was completely deadlocked in chapter forty. I can no longer write anything, because all the chapters I read are also nothing I can digest.

I turned page by page quickly because I was upset, but I didn't expect to find something that made me gape. There is a photo of a woman on the sidelines between pages 723 and 724. You can imagine, this book is more than a thousand pages thick.

I pulled the photo, and obviously it's not an old photo. The girl was wearing a white T-shirt, hotpant jeans with her hair in the pattern and appeared to be cooking in the kitchen. His body faced the stove while he twisted his face and smiled at the camera. My heart stopped beating for a few seconds, I became so short of breath at this moment, as my brain tried to describe who the girl in the photo was, because I knew very well it was the kitchen in Christopher Hudson's mansion.

Tremblingly I slipped the photo again between the two pages and closed the tome. Get out of my study chair in a very small dorm. I curled up on the side of the window, on a small sofa with a blanket covering my body.

"Christopher Hudson." I recited the name and his face appeared before me like a witch who had the ability to bring or reject things.

Oh, I think I'm starting to go really crazy now. I love a man who will never know that I put my whole heart to him just because of a lustful kiss from him that he may not have intentionally, how naïve I am. And I was jealous of all the women who "suspected" of having closeness to him without even realizing it.

I grabbed my phone and looked at it. There was no message from him, even after I had sent each chapter. And about five minutes ago I sent my last chapter tonight.

Brrrttt Brrtttt

My phone was vibrating, I was looking at the screen. Christopher Hudson called. I hesitated to talk to him so late, because maybe I would make a fuss, but my whole finger was eager to touch my phone screen to receive his call.

"Hello." I thought I took the call.

"I just read your email, you haven't slept yet?" He asked.

"Oh, I think it would be better to complete your task as soon as possible." I answered, I even sounded very haughty even though I honestly wanted to say that I missed him.

"You still summarize?" He asked with a timbre of voices that always felt like hypnotizing me to fall more and more in love with this man.

"No." I answered honestly.

"Then what are you doing?"

"I don't know, I just sat on the edge of the window and looked out."

We were silent for a while. "I know the situation in the dorm may be uncomfortable, if you want, you can stay at my house every day. There is no need to wait for the weekend." He said, and I can imagine the look in his eyes if he said it directly to me.

"I will finish my task in two days sir, so this weekend I won't come to your house, anymore." I answered softly, to be honest it's hard for me, but I have to end it.

"Why are you in such a hurry?" He asked.

"I want to be free from you, from all my reflections of you that tormented me every day." I shouted, in my heart. I can't say everything.

"I don't like to delay work." That's what came out of my lips in the end.

"Ok if it's yours."

He really just asked me to do this job professionally. I sighed, maybe this is also what I expected, what else?

"It's so late, go to sleep." He said.

"Why haven't you slept so late?" Suddenly the sentence just slid off my lips. I really wished that I could chat longer, but it seemed to be a waste.

"I'm still working on something." He said.

"Oh . . . I understand."

"Good night." Close it once again and I give up in the end.

"Night Mr. Hudson."

He ended his call, and I put the phone on the sofa. I don't know why I suddenly cried hugging my knees. I wanted to run away from him but what I did was just the opposite.