"I need to see the Warden."
The guard scrutinized him from top to bottom then came up as, "Stay here, I'll get her." The guard turned back couple of times before walking in completely. Few seconds passed and the watchers were contemplating scenarios by the time.
"Poor teacher. Isn't it humiliating for a popular teacher like him to be treated this way?"
"I know. Down market rules are to blame for."
As they were feeling sympathized for the man waiting in a fixed position no one dared to greet him in fear of disrupting his concentration in staring the entry doors. Suddenly, out of nowhere the man disappeared.
"Eh? He was right here, wasn't he?"
"How could he disappear?" Another piped. They crept close to the ground where the man was last seen standing with hands in his jacket.
Mr. Wilson took off after the guard when she disappeared into the building. The woman was so focused on getting the warden downstairs that she did not see the visitor coming right after her.
Girls who were idly roaming around in messy hair and crumpled clothes, straightened themselves to flatness, combing their hair with fingers in order to appear presentable.
"Good evening Mr. Wilson."
"Good evening Sir."
The watch guard was confused to the sudden interest girls showed her. It was when she followed their gazes her jaw dropped open.
"You.. I told you to wait down!"
He did not reply and merely walked past the shocked woman. "Now you follow me." He knocked the warden's door where the guard stopped in front of.
"Don't wander your eyes too much. This is ladies home." The guard warned. Rob was looking for Sweety but there were almost everyone except her.
Must be speaking with that boy. But there was no sound he could here from his position.
Just wait and watch what I do, Sweety Roulette.
"I believe your girls are receiving wrong calls from outsiders." The warden was fudging her stout self to sit without nervousness.
"Mr. Wilson, why don't we take this out of my room? No man has ever entered this building, let alone my room!" The warden explained with her signature childish, crany voice.
"But my work is right here. Inside this hostel." He pointed a finger on the ground.
Rob could see the woman wanting to roll her eyes but she refrained herself out of respect. "I don't think I'm the only man who came in here."
"Yes you are the only one! How did you trick the guard to get in?"
"Because there was one and only one guard present."
"Oh yes. Teresa is on leave." Turning back to Mr. Wilson she once again concluded, "If there is nothing more important a matter, you need to leave right now Mr. Wilson."
"I cannot enter this building. Yet their boyfriends are allowed to call them?!"
Warden Mam looked at that man for a while until she agreed to look into it and conduct a checking for the same.
Rob wanted to have just one glimpse of Sweety but she seemed to have not left her room and from the direction he saw her half naked yesterday, he was sure the room was deep inside these corridors.
The Warden led him out of the building who kept on reminding him, "Please be quick, Mr. Wilson."
"Walk fast, Mr. Wilson. I have other work to attend to."
This crane Warden was being a nightmare for Rob's ears as he couldn't hear a proper word from the earphones.
"Yeah ok!"
Once out of the premises, he was moving out dejectedly, ignoring the onlookers crowd.
"Mr. Wilson."
"Yes Miss Warden."
She did not mind his addressing. That was a name she worked hard to live for.
"Between you and me, I want to share a good quality of you. From your appearance any one would say you are a notorious man who sleeps with a new woman on his bed every day." Before Rob could react the clever woman kept on saying. "Yet you are concerned for the girls of this school from hampering the school's image. No male teacher ever came forward to do that! I am extremely pleased. If ever in future I want help from a 'man', you'll be the first on my list of contacts."
She faded bye in hurry to complete some tasks.
"Ha-ha she is into you man." He turned sideways to the interruption. A sweeper said that.
"Was she?" Rob set his hair in emphasis, greatly proud of his looks.
"Sounded to me like she made you an old man."
The comment broke his concentration on himself. "Who said that?" There was another eavesdropper sweeping the ground in symmetrical strokes. "What do you know, huh? I look old to you??"
The sweeper shrugged and went to his work including his peer.
Rob was contemplating if he should go to them and shake them for answers.
Forget it.
You are definitely old.
At least 10 years older than Sweety.
Why else would you be a complaint box for a girl enjoying teen life?
Rob muttered curses to his mind which was saying such things, demoting him more.
Sweety was done talking with Goa, a person she met in a bar this holiday. Granted the guy's name was weird since Goa was a place of fun.
That was how he described himself- "I am in Goa, Goa is in me. Nice to meet you."
She was not aware of the fiasco that conducted in her absence.
"What is this crowd for?" Sweety asked a familiar one on the group.
Monica let in the details to which Sweety blinked widespread.
It couldn't be a coincidence that he always knew everything related to her.
To confirm the fact she was right away present in the teacher's cabin early morning. Sadly for her the teacher she was waiting for was not on time. Upon further questioning from other teachers, she found he never arrived in morning. Rather was seen only during classes.
Unsurprisingly she saw Mr. Wilson uff Rob the thief, gliding the way like he was not in mood to teach or act like teaching.
But when he looked up meeting her eyes, she quickly averted hers and still he taught with complete matter of presence to all. Many of them enjoyed his examples which he claimed to have come up by himself but that was not true. Half of them was already known to Sweety.
As the class came to end, everyone began gathering themselves for next class. Sweety deliberately remained back, composing herself to speak with him.
To her dismay, Jasmine also had the same plan as hers.
"Go on, I have to speak with him." Sweety whispered to Jasmine to move out.
"Why? What do you want to speak with Mr. Wilson alone? That you can't speak in front of the rest?" Jasmine said all that loudly for folks to stop and listen.
Being gathered with stares, Sweety did not even meet Rob's and left the room. Yet with that, the rumours didn't cease regarding her adultery.
Rob wanted to stop her but decided, this time she should come to me.
Carrying two hefty books helped in a weightlifting session but that never prepared him to drop them right on his toes.
"Ow Ow Ow!!"
"Shh.."
"It hurts! Do you know how muck these two bulky things weigh? A quarter of my weight! And do you have this constant ideas for limping my legs?!" Rob sat on his butt, tired of crouching down holding his toes.
"I'm sorry. I didn't want to do it this way-"
"What were you thinking dragging me while walking into a classroom- No it's a gaming room. Great choice." He added in sarcasm.
Sweety once more apologised, "I would have not done this if it hadn't been urgent for me to speak with you. And Jasmine-"
"Stop blaming others for your actions."
She scoffed at his words. "My actions? I brought you here because of your actions from yesterday! What were you doing in Girls hostel with complaint that you suspected us for speaking to our.. 'boyfriends'!"
"Yeah! I said that because it was true. You were speaking with a boy yesterday, I heard you!"
Sweety was shocked hearing him. "H-Heard me?" Her stutter brought Rob to a realisation about what he revealed. Shit, he cursed internally.
"Y-Yes. I.. heard.. you said you were chatting with a boy.. And just because I'm acting as a teacher doesn't mean I don't know their responsibilities!" He was blabbering but he needed to continue, "You shouldn't be involved in boys and dates while studying."
Rob kept his mouth shut or he might really give away in pain.
"I was not chatting with a boy then," Sweety blurted the truth.
He laughed at her claim. Using a chair near him which was positioned for playing chess, he got up with its support. Once on his toes, he went close to her.
By now Sweety was so used to him invading her personal space she was really tired to fight against.
"Look in my eyes and tell me you didn't speak with a boy yesterday." Sweety gulped seeing the intensity of his gaze. Those eyes of his guaranteed they knew she spoke with a boy.
"I did not chat with a boy. That is the truth." Rob chuckled dryly, unconvinced. "It was my cousin sister I was chatting with! I lied then to make you-"
"Make me what?" Rob prompted.
"Go away. To make you go away," she nodded positively.
"Your blushing is saying something else."
What? He could see her blush? Even under all dark shades of her skin?!
"I and you know what happened yesterday but I don't want us to speak about that."
Sweety agreed with him, he also couldn't risk her finding out he was spying on her. "But if I come to know of another such instance, you'll never know when I'll end up in your room." She rounded her eyes at him. "You know I can do that, don't you?"
In the middle of his checking out, he couldn't help his eyes wander to her lips, neck, boobs. Did that guy also got attracted to her seductive areas when he met her? That means he wasn't an insane one.
He was still thinking how full her breasts were when they were gone from his sight.
Back to Sweety's face which was showing only one side, he met with her folded hands together in a way to hide herself and she stared adjacently, showing her fat arm to him.
"That was all I wanted to say. Keep out of my life. I'll... not do boys and dates while studying."
"Fair."
He held onto another limp formed by the same person.
"Old man." Sweety referred to him after he was gone.
"I heard that! Just wait until I get back well!"
Sweety escaped as soon as possible.