"Your students are calling for you Mr. Wilson. This could be your chance to meet and know our Psychiatrist Frank Wilson." Dean revealed the guest person's profession which was like a bomber in Rob's peaceful life.
And he thought he was doing an act in deceiving these people. How will he do that to a renowned Psychiatrist?!
He could not help the gulp to pass down his throat before getting up and excusing himself from Dean who had this mischievous smile to put him in trouble. Well, he's already in trouble.
No kidding.
Vodka seemed to get in action during the time he climbed up the stage, showing a fake smile to Simran as she went down the stage. While adding a fitting blessing for her to be troubled equally one day.
After he was done being a grim reaper, he brought forward his hand to shake the Wilson Real. And... he waited. He waited more when even the applause died. Blinking he though whether to pull back his outstretched hand which appeared comical because his hand wasn't being shaked into!
The hell?
Rob looked at the crowd which had the same confusing look as him, then he kept his hand to himself. Rude bastard, he told the same name man.
Just as his hand came back to his side and he faced the crowd to thank, he was engulfed into a hazardous surprise.
"Oh my goodness! I never thought I will be fond of my name so much!! Did your parents name you after me? Who are they? You and me, we were destined to meet one another!"
Rob was staring at the crowd which gasped loudly when Frank De Wilson gave a big bear hug to their teacher, followed by giggles and laughter. He searched the eyes until they rested on the only face merely staring at what was occurring.
Sweety wasn't laughing like the others, but she was dumbstruck to find no formative issue for having same-named men in the same profession, appearing like Father Wilson Sr and Son Wilson Jr.
Just as the thought struck her mind, she couldn't help a snicker from her lips. She covered her mouth hurriedly which Rob unmistakenly caught onto, narrowing his eyes at her.
"O-Okay! Okay! Well, um..." he managed to free from the old man's clutches taking six steps away from him and facing the audience who were cheering on the Wilsons.
"Have I met your mother? I might know her." That statement aroused minor rage in Rob's eyes but the listeners were howling out in laughter, including Sweety who was enjoying it with Meer.
"That is soo... sweet of you to say Sir but I can assure I am not your son!" Humor was dancing among the lot until they saw their teacher being not a cent percent amused.
As the surrounding returned to normal Rob allowed, "You have my permission. The students will attend your event but if I remember, you did not iterate the cause of this event. How can I be sure my students won't be misled from this event of yours?"
"Son- Um, my apologies, Mr. Wilson. You should know its hard to repeat my own name to address someone, I can call you Mr. Wilson right?"
"Sure." It wasn't Mr. Wilson who answered but Sweety chuckled answering it lowly. Just as she did that, Rob turned his eyes on her. Tell her what may, but she felt like she was caught upon by him. But how was it possible? He couldn't have heard her from this far, could he?
Deciding to deal with that wicked girl later, he focused on the old man. "Sure." He dwelled into the short of breath he heard from Sweety. The girl might come to see him as Wizard for knowing what she speaks only to herself.
Could it be a coincidence? Shaking her head, she concentrated on the show.
"I might be a great joker but I know what I am doing while I am working. Yet, if you are unsure, you may assist me in my job. What say, kids?"
"Yeah! Yes! Absolutely!" Claps were the loudest answer.
There was a bit more of a show off from Joker host to entertain and then the event finally ended. Since the event was pushed in the last hour of school, the students dispersed with their bags towards their hostels and homes.
Sweety waved some of her classmates bye, then proceeded to the hostel. Mostly girls and boys stayed out spending their time doing fun but she had no interest in their type of fun which included discussing which movie they were going to watch, or what post did they recently upload.
Nothing could be better than a warm shower and a nice, short nap.
Her mind was smiling with those lazy things which showed on her lips and that smile crushed against someone standing in her way.
Curious, she looked up from the suit and trousers to the face of the person, her eyebrows stood up having Mr. Wilson standing like an armor in front of Hostel gates, effectively blocking her path.
"Mr. Wilson! Hello sir, how do you do? Your hostel is that way sir," she showed him the way like a helpful idiot. Then tried shimmying her way around him, then his hand caught hold of her waist to bring her back to her original position.
Like nothing unusual happened. Sweety wished to say that but his hand on her waist left an invisible imprint even after he took his hand back.
"I know where my hostel is." He started and she dubiously looked down. "I came to your hostel. Look up when I am talking to you!" Oh God, he is so angry. But what did she do? Nothing sensible came to her mind.
Sweety was staring at his eyes, her innocent eyes putting away his anger. Rob plucked close to her questioning, "You were laughing at me back there."
"What? No! I wasn't laughing at you, I would never dare to do that! I was laughing at Mr. Wilson- um, I-I mean the Psychiatrist." Stupid, stupid, stupid you are, she ranted herself.
No matter how much she acted out, Rob knew she was lying. Smirking at her attempts to convince him he then asked, "You're attending this event?"
She was about to answer when she remembered to look at him and then answer. "Yes." She shrugged.
"Don't attend it."
"Why?" She interjected which he did not like.
"Because I am saying so. I don't trust that man's intentions. That's why you give a reason for being sick and don't attend it. You anyways need rest. Don't think too much about it and rest well. Understood?"
Sweety nodded to him. As he left her be, the girls began coming back to the hostel.
"Oh no! I have to capture the middle bathroom!" She ran inside the hostel as she was late because of Mr. Wilson.
During her shower, she thought of his words at the front gate. Should she listen to him and stay back? But the exploring side in her wanted to defy his instructions. And why did he say that only to her? He did not say anything to anyone else.
By evening one of the girls was handed responsibility to take names of students attending the event tomorrow.
"Sweety? I'll write you in?" Garima held the pen pointed, waiting for her call.
Garima raised a brow still waiting. "Yes."
"Full name?"
"Sweety Roulette."