n't know what she had done. "Abba..." She trailed timidly shifting her sight to the content of her drawer. Adeelah put her hand in the drawer and brought out the satchets of pill. "This is pr

t to do about it. Adeelah fished out her phone from her bag and entered google. She searched the questions and read everything then compared it to what she has written. She made sure that it was correct apart from the different use of English before she sharply hiked up making her bag to fall on the ground. Fatimah and other people around casted their eyes on fuming Adeelah. "What did you score?" Fatimah asked after she had finished assessing her own. She got only one out of ten correctly. She wasn't disturbed however because she didn't like the course. The whole class was loud as everyone checked their script. The highest score was four out of ten. Almost everyone failed woefully. "I failed all and I am going to his office." She replied putting back her bag on the desk. Adeelah had never scored zero even when she was young. She wasn't among those that would grow up to tell their kids that they were always coming first in their class but she wasn't a dumb student too. It seemed like the biochemistry lecturer was challenging her. He just didn't know who and what she was capable of doing obviously. "Adeelah..." She heard someone calling her. She looked at Fatimah and then left Fatimah's sight to the extreme end of the class where their class representative sat together with his friends. As she thought, he was going through his script with both of his brows almost touching each edge emanating that he was deep in thought. Adeelah knew everyone would let their failure slide because of the fear of the lecturer. Truth was, she couldn't let that go. Like she couldn't imagine she scored zero. And the lecturer even drew ears and eyes on the zero. She looked at the paper again and noticed that instead of his signature below the zero, he wrote something. Donkey head fellow. Mad. It made her anger rose. "Sorry to disturb you Safwan," she said tapping the class rep's desk. "Malama Adeelah," he grinned widely at her. Despite her anger, she stretched her lips to a faux smile. "Which number is the biochemistry lecturer's office?" She went straight to the point. She watched as Safwan gasped playfully at her. She knew what he was thinking. Everyone was foreseeing the danger of visiting Malam Hassan for her but she proved to be blind to them. Allah knows she won't feel good for the rest of the semester if she didn't see Malam Hassan. Safwan knew Adeelah since the day he came to collect his admission letter. He could remember when they sat in queue waiting for their turn. When their turn reached, the man in charge said he