Masuk
I walked into the hall full of freshmen for the college orientation programme. I sat at the far edge of the second row, third column. Everything around me seemed normal. I wasn't.
I had worn a new set that morning and it wasn't agreeing with me. The bra clasps felt too tight. How? This was supposed to be a good day. Meet new girls. Form a squad. Meet future rich general surgeons. All of it was in my head.
The room was well ventilated but I was still sweaty. The girl by my right hand side seemed to be enjoying every bit of the programme. She only said hi. I responded calmly. No further interaction. She was seated when I got in, so I'm not gonna bore you with her body type. Seems we were in a group assignment together in the third week. Hmm. Probably till then till I spill.
I glanced back as the door of the hall opened. I shouldn't have. I should have just focused on what the elderly woman was saying. She was the college officer and she was going on about the usuals: don't skip classes, medical school is difficult, you need to be serious, don't do drugs. Yeah, the last instruction should have been strapped to my forehead so when I look in the mirror I can read it back to myself. I might expand on that later. The drug rule or the college officer. Or both.
At the door of the hall stood this group. Study group. Alpha group. Either is okay. They were alphas. Three toned, shaped, muscular guys with a girl with the face of a doll. Mind you, I've seen boys. These ones are super boys. They all looked sharp in their fits. Not extravagant. Just normal fit for a freshman. But they sure stood out. It was orientation week. When and how did they meet? And who was the girl? Who owned the girl? Probably they came from the same high school.
"Why are you late?" the college officer asked lightly. She wasn't berating or confronting. She was probably hoping for an answer.
They stopped walking just before taking their seats. All the students in the hall turned and focused on them.
"Erhh… erhh," the tallest one tried to find words.
"We missed our way and went to the wrong building," the doll-faced girl answered.
Wow. Her voice was the softest I'd heard in a while. Not in my life. In a while. I was in a choir group back in the day. We had members with soft voices, probably softer than hers. But that was years back.
"You can have your seats." She waited for them to be seated. "I was talking about…"
She went on and on about the college rules. Both the important ones and the ones she herself flouted.
I kept glancing at the back after that first glance. I forgot about my tight bra clasp. Why? Now looking back, I think I was attracted to the girl. And none of the boys. That's the beginning of my troubles. Or joy. Hmm. I'd never been attracted to a girl. And now I was glancing back at her occasionally. On one occasion I saw one of the arms of the guys around her. I didn't know what I felt. It wasn't jealousy. But I wished that was my arm. But what can my girly arm do? I'm not sure it can go around her.
Several more dignitaries came and addressed us. I think I scribbled some things. Important things. I think I wrote down: Why am I looking at her?
The girl beside me read it through the corner of her eyes. I could see her smile.
Lol, no. It isn't you. I haven't seen you. All I've seen is your weird shaped brow and I'm not pulled in. In my head I was like: Did you see the doll at the back?
"Yes I did," she responded with a smile.
What? Did I just say that out loud? I felt so stupid. It was the first day of medical school and I was already stupid. What's the best comeback? So I thought.
"Ohhh…" I let out that sound as I clasped my hands over my mouth.
"You are right. She is a doll." She turned toward me. "My name is Kith."
"Oh yeah." I laughed lightly and relaxed a little. "My name is…"
You thought I was gonna mention my name? Nah. What if this is a confession later? Or something more than that? But hey, I'm a doctor already. All of it is in the past. I swore the HIPAA oath.
After the final remarks, I stood up to go and felt the pull of the bra again. I sat back down. It was as if my breasts had grown bigger during the programme. All I wanted to do was take it off. Or probably that doll should take it off. Woah. I was thinking of her in that way. I'd had two boyfriends. One back in junior high and one currently. We were not on good terms, though. He flew to Europe and he hadn't been consistent with communication. This was new, uncharted territory. Now the thought of the doll relieving me of my bra drama filled my head. Gosh.
The students shuffled as they moved to say hello and meet, or tried to move out of each other's way. I waited in my seat, contemplating what to do. I felt a tap on my shoulder.
It was strange. I knew no one here. Who knew me? Most of my friends — just two — and people I knew were at least fifty miles from here. I specifically chose this uni to be able to focus. Now distractions came knocking.
"Hey…"
I turned back. No. It couldn't be. Aydon.
"Huh… oh… Aydon." I stuttered.
"Yeah, it's me." He laughed heartily. "It's been a while."
Aydon? Yeah, I hadn't seen him in like twelve or thirteen years. What caught me shocked was that he was the one with the arm around the doll. The big arm. He was so little when I last saw him. We were little, I mean. Both little. We were neighbors before his family left our street. But where was the doll he had in his arm?
"Yeah, it's been more than a while," I replied. "It's so nice to see you."
He gestured for me to stand. I obliged. He pulled me in for a hug.
Ohhh. His arms were strong and I sank into his chest. I liked it. He wore nice perfume.
"Meet my friends," he said. He gestured to the group.
Wow. Was I gonna join? Was I gonna be welcomed? This was an established group.
"And my girlfriend," he added.
"Hey guys," I greeted them.
Seems they'd talked about me beforehand. They seemed so friendly.
"Hey, it's nice to meet you." The girl with the softest voice spoke. Amaye.
Then I circled back. Seems Aydon had mentioned something I missed because I was busy saying "hey guys." Your girlfriend? Nah. She was our girlfriend now.
I learned their names. Exchanged numbers with Aydon and left the hall. My head was all about Amaye and maybe Aydon. Was it her voice? Or maybe her shape? I called her a doll, but she was close to a goddess. Her waist was like she wore an inbuilt corset. She was perfect. What did she think about me?
I opened my door. Finally unclasped the bra. What a relief. My breasts flew free and I remembered I wasn't the worst. I had the best body. At least when Amaye wasn't in the room.
What a first day. Hoping to be introduced to anatomy, physiology, and biochemistry. And now I had Amaye in my head and Aydon's hug. Was I crushing on a couple?
My apartment was exactly the mess I had left it. Books on the floor. A plate on the desk I had no memory of using. My study corner looking like someone had given up on it mid-thought, which was accurate.Mid-semester tests in three weeks. I was behind in physiology. Behind in histology. Somehow behind in biochemistry, which didn't make sense because I actually liked biochemistry. The group had been good for a lot of things. Studying was not one of them.My mum's voice kept replaying in my head. We had talked the morning after the funeral. She made tea and sat across from me at the kitchen table like she used to when I was in high school and something was wrong."You seem like you have a lot on your mind," she said."It's medical school.""It's something else too."I looked at my mug. "I'm fine.""I'm not asking if you're fine. I'm asking if you're doing the right things.""Mum.""I'm serious. I didn't raise you to go there and lose yourself. You're going to be a doctor. That means som
Cade pulled up to the Greyhound station forty minutes before my bus."I can drive you," he said. Again. That was the third time since we left campus."It's fine.""It's Riverside. That's nothing.""Cade.""Three hours. I have the car. I have the time." He looked at me. "I have the aux cord.""You're not driving me home to meet my family." I left for medical school a few weeks ago and I wasn't ready to introduce him to my family. It would have been awkward. Besides, I wasn't sure about the whole thing. Now that Amaye was involved, I honestly didn't know which direction I was heading.He opened his mouth."No," I said.He closed it. Then opened it again. "I wasn't going to say anything about your family.""You were thinking it.""I was thinking about the aux cord."I laughed despite myself. He smiled. I picked up my bag and got out before he could offer again.He got out too. Of course he did."Text me when you get there," he said at the curb."Okay.""And when you leave.""Okay, Cade."
Her lips were soft. She kissed briefly and stopped. I sat there silent, the taste of her lipstick slowly reaching my nerves. I could feel it. Why did she stop? Then I leaned forward. I made the bold move. I wanted her too. Since orientation day. Before Cade.She kissed me back. We were going at it, only stopping for breaths. Her hands were at the back of my head. I had never been kissed that way. She focused only on my face. She was genuinely interested in kissing me.I stopped and pulled my shirt over my head."Damn," she said as my shirt reached the ground.I smiled. I liked that she liked what she saw. I turned my back to her. She unclasped my bra. She immediately grabbed my breasts from behind while kissing my neck."Hmm…" I moaned with pleasure as her fingers touched my nipples.She played with them gently. I could feel the wetness between my thighs. I was dripping. She caressed my breasts, but I needed more. I wanted her soft lips on them. I turned to face her. She kissed my lip
"Ouch!" I screamed softly as the needle pierced me."Sorry," the lady said gently as she drew my blood. She rubbed it with cotton wool, removed the tourniquet, and asked me to hold tight.There were murmurs as she dropped the blood into the heparinized bottle. Yeah, we were in a physiology practical class, and I had volunteered to get my blood drawn.We all watched as she filled the blood into the centrifuge and timed it. We left it for five minutes."You can see the layers formed," she said as she held up the tube from the centrifuge.We all watched with fascination. Kith was beside me. Everything felt normal. I was learning something. I had dropped the cotton wool, and the pain from the needle had stopped."The lower part are the erythrocytes," she continued. "They make up how many percent of the blood?" She gestured to a guy she thought was not paying attention."45%," the guy responded confidently.She was impressed. "Now there is a thin white buffer—" she continued the class.Ama
"You don't have to answer now." His voice was gentle. Grief had softened him. Or maybe he was always like this and Europe changed him temporarily and now he was back. I didn't know which version was real."Okay," I said finally. "We'll talk.""Okay." He exhaled again. "Thank you for calling. Really."The line dropped.I held the phone in my lap. The condo was right there in front of us. Cade's condo. Where this all started. Where I was about to walk back in and eat my lunch and laugh at something Aydon said and pretend I was a simple girl with a simple life.Donald was coming back.Amaye turned to look at me from the other side of the backseat. She didn't ask. She just looked at my face with those eyes that knew too much and said nothing.She squeezed my hand once.I didn't pull away."You coming?" Cade called from outside. He had already gotten out. He was holding my wrap, waiting.I looked at the condo door. I looked at my phone. I looked at Amaye."Yeah," I said. "I'm coming."But
"Don't grab it like that," Aydon said as he watched Kith. He leaned forward to help her. "Like this.""Thanks so much," Kith replied."What did you see?" I asked, biting the bottom of the pen, waiting for her reply."Same thing you guys did," Kith said, laughing. The group burst out laughing. She looked into the microscope again. "I saw multilobed cells.""Multilobed or multi-nucleated?" a guy asked. He was sitting on a stool right across from her.Kith was silent. Aydon proceeded to operate the microscope."Adjust the lens with this," he showed her gently. He looked into the microscope. "It's multi-nucleated cells," he said, looking up.I wrote something down in my notes.The group had adjourned the meeting and we were finally together for the histology assignment."Multi-nucleated means more than one nucleus," Aydon said, still looking into the microscope. "Not multi-lobed. Different things."Kith nodded slowly. "So what are we looking at?""Connective tissue," the guy on the stool







