106 Professionalism vs Friendship

The day was over with his extra careful avoidance. I came back home. By then Lacy's health recovered. She was chatting with brother Henry on mobile. I was simply sitting. I took the earliest route possible to get back home.

The weather was gloomy and so was my mind. I thought of writing him a one liner. He doesn't use his weibo account so he had told me to inform him via message if any important messages came.I without fail inform anything that is important. I sent him an important message from our group. He replied "ok".

A simple ok. I went a step further to inform another. The next he had written, " I will see when I reach home. "

I replied, "You haven't reached home yet? ok. "

But he didn't reply. I clearly understood that he only wants to keep a professional relationship with me. Not even friendship. At night, I don't know which side of my mind instigated me to write to him again. Actually I really had confusion. But for that I could have asked others as well.

But he came first in my mind. I texted him regarding the doubt he replied, "0.08".I texted back, " But my answer is 3/58" He texted, "Maybe.I'm not sure. "

I texted back, "What's the value of m? " He replied, "I don't know, I need to go home and see. "

I felt so angry and jealous not to mention my condition at that reply. He helps others.I have seen that. During one of our tiffin breaks he was helping Suzie with the computer science MCQ. And if I had asked him anything he would say, "You don't need it. " or he would echo with Suzie "You are not at all helpful. You can never help others. " At first he used to make fun of Suzie in the computer lab class.

Now he helps her. She has a reliable boyfriend. What does she need extra from him?

Anyways first things first. I texted back without bothering, "It's okay. I won't disturb you any more. I will confirm the answer from others. "

After sending him I was determined not to chat with him. He texted back, "I had asked you what the question is since I don't have the question now. "

My mind was so distorted because of his avoidance that I was overwhelmed with anger. He again texted, "How many cards were there? "

"30"

"Wait, I need time to solve. "

"Ok"

After a few minutes he replied, " You are correct, the value of m is 210 and the answer is the same. "

"Thanks for confirming the answer. "

"Is there any need for this? "

"Just like that... "

The last of his messages I liked the most. I mostly text him thanks to see whether he regards me as his friend or not. And it works. Finally I was relieved that he came back to his usual self…