3.

For a young man himself, Mr Fabian seems like a pretty loaded person. Ara only noticed when she got inside the car that he drives a BMW.

"Where is your house, Humairah?" he asked. "Err, not far. Drive up the hill, and turn to the first left when we got down." she briefly told Mr Fabian. Ara wanted to chat, but somehow she was in loss of ideas to talk about. The radio was the only thing that kept the whole silence a bit noisy.

"Do you have problems, with your classmates, Ara?" he suddenly asked. "Err.." "because I noticed when you were in class, you seemed to be arguing with Ada when she was trying to help you.." he softly told. "Hmph. She's not a helping hand, sir.. She only did that just to embarass me" Ara told, with an annoyed expression plastered on her face.

"Well, I can't say anything do I?" Mr F just smiled. "Well, I really want to make her feel bad.." Ara said, grasping her hands. "Well, I know a way to make you feel better." "How?" Ara looked at the laughing man. "Well, show her what you are capable of. There must be something that made you different from her, or even your classmates." Ara looked at the window, wondering what her teacher said.

"Well... I'm really good in English, that's all.." she said with a low voice. "Then, use your ability in English to meat her ego!" he encouraged her, but she just shrugged. "I don't really like that idea, sir. Whatever I do, they'll always find a way to make me feel embarassed.." Ara weakly smiled. "I don't think they want to embarass you. I rather think that they want to be funny. And maybe they just want to be close to you".

"Maybe.. That will be just a maybe.." Ara spoke softly, looking out to the window.

Fabian don't understand himself right now. Why is he helping this student out of the blue? he asked himself all the way. Through the conversations, he sense there is something wrong about his student, Ara. She's a beautiful girl with a beautiful smile carved on her lips, but her acts was like a person who is lost, somehow unhappy. And her face reminded him of a person, who once was his lover. She is not the same person, Fabian said to his mind.

"Oh, sir. The entrance is just there!" Ara pointed her finger to a house. Wow, Fabian said, almost a whisper. Is it even a house, he asked himself. It was so enormously big, as if a mansion. White fences, green lawn, and even English teatime tables in the courtyard. Who is Humairah actually, he looked at her. She opened the door, closed it and bowed slightly. "Thank you sir for the ride. See you next week!" she smile and waved her hand. He smiled back before reversing his car.

"Young miss, who is that?" Mrs. Lily asked Ara, who was taking off her shoes. "My teacher. He offered me a ride home.." she smiled, dimples forming on her cheeks. Miss Lily smiled, taking her bags into her bedroom. "Have some meal first, young miss. I made your favourite, garlic bread with thick mushroom soup and iced lemon tea." Ara smiled, and walked straight to the kitchen. Mrs. Lily had been like her own mother. She had been the family's maid since Ara was a toddler.

Finishing her meals, Mrs. Lily sit next to her. "You like that teacher, don't you?" she questioned with a smile, causing Ara to almost choke. Her cheeks blush crimson. "I can tell, young miss. You like him.." "That's not possible, Mrs. Lily. He's a teacher, why would I like him?". Mrs. Lily brushes her hair. "I was a teenager like you before after all.. And I once had a facial expression just like you, whenever I remmebered someone I like.."

A loud bang was heard from the door, and Ara almost forgot. "Why didn't you call me and tell me that you already got home?" it's her mother. Rolling her eyes, she quickly say "okay mum, I'm sorry for not telling you, okay?" she walked herself to her bedroom and close it. Ara buried her face to her pillow, screaming until she felt satisfied. "This is so stressful.." she muttered.