Her Ruthless Mafia

Chapter: 4

Kamala Brei Huxley’s point of view:



I don't know where to go now that we have free time. Chantria has a tutor that's why we had to separate for a while. Our next class is at 3:30pm, and it's only 1:15. That's why I have a few more hours to wait before I can be with my friend again. I was now walking along the spacious Oval when I met our friend, Abrham.

“Kamala!” my friend, Abrham. The people around us quickly turned to us because of the loudness of his voice. I really don't know how I can still be friends with him and, of course, Chantria. They are the complete opposite of me.

Because of this, I didn't look at him, I didn't want others' attention to turn to me, especially since Abrham is with me. He is well known in this school. Abraham's male beauty cannot be denied, which is why he has many admirers. With his height of 5'8 you really have to look up at him when talking to him. He is also the team captain of the basketball team, which is why he gets more handsome when he is inside the court. No one can deny how good he is when it comes to this. Aside from that, despite of being an athlete, he maintained being a good student. Aside from it is the requirement to stay part of their team, I know that he is indeed intelligent. Here comes the beauty with brain.

"Wait, are you deaf?" he asked me after pulling my bag to stop me from walking.

"What? You're so loud!" I pretended to be angry when I answered him.

"Exactly! I was so loud and yet you didn't even bother to look at me?" asking in disbelief.

"You're embarrassing," I rolled my eyes, and he acted as if he was hurt directly to his heart.

"You can't hear me when I just whisper." This is in response to what I said.

"But you don't have to shout my name either!" I said back before walking again.

"I'm calling you." he pointed his finger to my face. "Should I shout my name, then?" he explained that's why I voluntarily stopped walking and looked directly at him.

"Are you tripping me, Abrham Kai?" I seriously asked him and he laughed.

Abrham and I have been in the same class since first year because we both take Fine Arts as a course. We also majored in Painting, which is why, compared to our other classmates, We are often together in the same classroomb together with Chantria. Which is why we are trio within this friendship. The reason why we are so close to each other. But this is not the only reason why we are close friends.

"I haven't eaten lunch yet. I'm hungry." He pretended to be sad after laughing while rubbing his tummy.

"Well, then eat." I gave a short answer and he frustratedly scratched his head.

"Are you not going to accompany me? He asked.

"Why do I have to go you? Can't you go alone? Are you disabled?” I asked him. He sighed and shook his head consecutively before wordlessly pulling my hand away.

Yes, against my will, we are walking now, and it looks like we are heading to the canteen. I didn't try to go against him anymore because I knew he wouldn't stop until I accompanied him.

"What do you want?" he asked me when we finally reached the canteen of the College of Management and accountancy.

"Peace and freedom." I didn't want to answer him, and he was stunned.

"Chicken sandwich and Ice cream, noted." He smiled in response to what I said before facing the counter. I silently laughed after shaking my head a few times.

Actually, this kind of scene is normal for us. Every time I am with Abrham, he always complains about his hunger, which is why we always go to the canteen when there is no class. Especially when their game days are approaching, they often don't eat because of training.

"I thought you were hungry?" I suddenly asked him when I saw that he was only carrying only a sandwich, Ice cream and water. The first two is mine, so bsically, he will only have the water.

"We will run out of time if I buy too much. No eating inside the studio." His reason. Yes, sculpture is our next class.

I just nodded to what he said, and we started walking out of the canteen. As expected, many people were looking at us while walking. I'm used to this situation whenever Abrham is with me, so I just ignore it.

We are currently going up to the 2nd floor of the College of Arts and Sciences where our next class is. We are only doing lectures now in almost all subjects because it has only been one month since the class started.

"I've been waiting for you!" Chantria greeted me with an irritated expression.

"Waiting? I thought you had a tutor?” I asked her in response to what she said.

"Canceled," she shrugged.

"I you should have told me right away," I said, while sitting next to her.

"I called you several times, you didn't answer." her calls. Yes, her calls. It ended before I even took my cellphone out of my bag.

There were eight missed calls from her, but what surprised me the most was a missed call from an unknown number. Aside from my parents, and Abrham, Chantria is the only one who knows my personal number, which is why I was surprised to receive a call from an unknown person.

"Didn't this man bother you again so you didn't even notice me calling?" Chantria asked later, referring to Abrham. This was also the reason that brought me back to reality after thinking.

"Don't blame me, Kamala was already out of herself before I approached her." I don't know how to feel because of Abraham's answer.

"You guys are talking as if I'm not here," I told them with raised eyebrows.

"Sorry, sorry. You're so quiet that's why we thought you walked out." Chantria laughed at me and I glared at her.

"That's not her thing, Chan," Abrham answered.

"Whatever, Mr. Superhero!” Chantria before taking a seat.

Abrham and Chantria don't want to admit it but the three of us have been friends since we were in our first year of college. There are only times when we can't be with Abraham because of his training and meetings with his team. And like other friends, we often tease each other. But it never caused any quarrel between us.

After that scene, Abrham and I arranged our seats. The three of us sat next to each other in the back of the classroom. Because we learn more consistently when we see the entirety of the whiteboards where our teachers are teaching. It's also peaceful in this part, which is why we can study better. Unless it's the three of us who are the ones who cause trouble.

"Do we have homework to pass today?" I turned to Chantria when she whispered that question to me.

"Why are you asking me?" I asked her again. Out of the three of us, she is the one who never forgets any work at school, that's why I was surprised when that question came out from her.

"As I recall, we passed the last one yesterday," she whispered.

"That's what I know as well" I answered, nodding. "Why are you whispering?" I asked in surprise. The Professor wasn't there yet, so she didn't need to whisper. I still need to bring myself closer to her.

"Because the one next to you is sleeping!" she said running out of patience. I quickly turned to Abrham next to me.

He is currently crouched in the armchair of his chair while sleeping soundly. He was facing us. That's why we could clearly see how peaceful his every breath was and how his red lips were perfectly close. Even the proper closing of his eyes. I even laughed a little because the length and thickness of his eyelashes seemed unbelievable.

"It's impossible if he stayed up late doing homework," Chantria said.

"Maybe playing games." I answered her before turning to him. We shrugged together before returning both of our attention to reading.

After a while, Professor Ulpindo arrived, a signal for us all to settle down. Except for Abrham, who was still fast asleep.

"Abrham, time for home." I whispered to him after shaking his shoulder a few times. As expected, he opened his eyes quickly.

"Really?" he asked me sleepily and I laughed.

“Good afternoon, artists!” Sir Ulpindo greeted us happily.

I could clearly see how Abrham frowned while looking at me when he heard that voice of our teacher. I couldn't stop laughing before turning my eyes in front.

"As usual, Kamala." He whispered indifferently before I felt him move in his own chair. Perhaps they have also arranged the seats for this afternoon's class.

Class started promptly that afternoon. Everyone was focused on every word our teacher was saying. The desire to learn and the interest in this afternoon's lesson were obvious to all of us. I smile every time our teacher shares with us the inspiration and reasons of famous artists in different parts of the world.

"Any piece of art is not just a 'piece' of art, it is a piece of 'you' as an artist. It is from your heart and soul.” our teacher emphasizes after lesson.

"It is your own way of telling people a story," He said again. "A story of life and even death," He continued.

"Your medium of communication is very important, it has the power to scream and shout reality." He added, smiling.

When I was young, I loved to draw and paint, so when I was given the opportunity, I chose this course. I want to deepen and expand my knowledge and skills about art. I want to be recognized in the field of painting. I want to use each work to share with others the reality that is often invisible. I want to encourage, help and share through my works.