He hurriedly prepared to leave for school to avoid being late, but for another reason of his own. "Mom, I'll take your car today," he said as he was leaving. "What's wrong with you today?" his mom asked angrily. "Do you know what time it is? It's 6:30 AM. You won't even find the gatekeeper." "Mom, I have some homework to do," he said, pouting. "And you haven't had breakfast," she added. "Oh, mom, I'll eat when I get to school," he replied, leaving cheerfully. She watched him go and muttered, "Hmm, when will he ever be responsible? He says he has homework, but he might be going somewhere else, not school. May God guide you, Kamal."
At SPECIAL ONE SCHOOL, Kamal parked at the gate and started pacing like someone waiting for a doctor at the hospital. He spent an hour there without feeling tired. At exactly 7:30 AM, he heard the sound of a tricycle stopping. His heart skipped a beat when their eyes met. She quickly looked away and greeted the tricycle driver. He took a good look at her; she was wearing a black abaya and a white hijab, her face without makeup but naturally beautiful. He sighed in relief. She walked past him, her scent lingering. He closed his eyes and opened them to see her struggling to remove her abaya, revealing her well-shaped hips. "Masha Allah," he said. She then removed her small white hijab, which only covered her shoulders, and entered the school. He followed her, admiring her uniform. No teacher or student wore the uniform as well as she did. She put the clothes she had removed into her bag. "Anty!" he called loudly as she had walked some distance away. She turned, and he quickly looked away from her chest to her face, which, as usual, showed no cheerfulness. But today, he noticed she seemed troubled. "Do you have a problem?" he asked. "Yes," she replied and then fell silent. "Uhm," she said, checking her watch. He started stammering, unsure of what to say. "Umm, good morning," he finally managed. She made a small huff and replied, "Morning." "Anty, I didn't understand yesterday's topic," he said. Annoyed and showing that she was fed up, she asked, "So what do you want to do now?" He briefly explained that he needed a new explanation. He looked directly into her eyes as he spoke. She wasn't surprised because she knew he could do even more. "Okay," she said, but he was distracted by her lips, which had nothing on them but were naturally glossy. He had never seen her wear lipstick. "Did you hear me?" she asked. "Okay," he replied and quickly left, fearing he might hug her without meaning to. He licked his dry lips and said, "Sexy Anty," a name he called her only when he was alone.