It was Monday, the ninth week of the term, a day I will never forget, but for what reasons exactly? I know you must have wondered about that. But yes, it's for a tangible reason. Let me lead you to why I said that.

Everything remained the same. Not that I expected everything to change suddenly in just a week. But, as you all know, I decided to ignore and endure all the weird things that keep happening in the school, mostly around me and in my classroom.

The thing is, Tutor Beatrice and Tutor John's liking towards me seemed to have grown more than I expected. And I could tell that many of my classmates were jealous of me, not exactly because Tutor John likes me, but because Tutor Beatrice likes me. My classmates are pretty fond of her. why wouldn't they be, when she's kind and exquisitely beautiful?

During that day in class, Tutor Beatrice called me to her office, just as the bell rang for our first break. That day, she didn't come with her kitten, and she hadn't brought it to her office for a week since I started visiting her often. She told me she left the kitten with her teenage niece, who was temporarily staying with her.

I told Amanda and Michael that I would meet them in our usual spot after I was done with whatever Tutor Beatrice wanted to discuss with me; that's if I wouldn't end up spending an eternity in her office! While walking to her office, I wondered what she wanted to tell me this time. After all, most times she calls me to her office, it's just to have a friendly chat. One could say I already have a teacher as a friend.

I passed various teachers' offices until I reached Tutor Beatrice's office. I was familiar with her office and Tutor John's. The second-floor hallway was starting to feel like a usual place for me to visit.

A minute later, I stood in front of Tutor Beatrice's brown office door. I knocked, and she invited me in with a loud but pleasant voice. I entered, sat down in a chair facing her, and greeted her warmly.

"Good afternoon, Tutor," I said simply. Although it may seem like I was already friendly with her, the truth is that I wasn't fully comfortable around her. I still had doubts about her friendliness and kindness towards me, which meant I didn't fully trust her.

She was going through some students' books at the time and spoke to me after a few minutes.

"Paul, how are you doing today? Hope you're enjoying your classes," she said with a warm smile that could melt hearts.

I thought to myself that she must be a great mother. As I knew from our previous conversations, Tutor Beatrice is a mother of three; a boy and two girls.

"I'm doing great, Tutor, and yes, I'm enjoying the classes so far," I responded.

"That's very nice to hear," she said, beaming a smile. "Alright then, Paul, I have something for you that I think you'll love," she said excitedly, reaching into her bag on the desk.

I wondered what she wanted to give me. Suddenly, her hand came out of her bag, holding a can drink. It was reddish in color, similar to a zobo drink from our country. I was taken aback, not expecting it at all.
She noticed my amazed face and smiled brightly.

"This is a zobo drink that I specially made for you. It's been a while since I made one, but when I thought of you for some reason, I decided to make one for you. As I told you, I'm good at making things like fruit. You'll really enjoy this zobo drink, made with all the necessary and nourishing ingredients. It's something worth savoring."

Her words sank in, and I felt happy and amazed that she had made a zobo drink for me. The reddish color was beautiful and tempting, and just by looking at it, I could tell it was perfectly made.

She handed me the zobo drink and told me to take a taste, which I did in her presence. The taste was heavenly, with blissful sweetness and complementary ingredients. I could say it was the best zobo drink I'd ever had.

"Ma'am, this is heavenly. I think no zobo drink can beat yours. You're an expert in this craft," I said, and she smiled blushfully at my compliment.

Our bond seemed to have grown stronger, and we started chatting friendly.

As I was about to take a larger sip, the bell rang, signaling the end of the break. I had only opened the drink halfway, but I covered it back and politely asked to leave, excusing myself to meet my friends, who might be angry at me for spending too much time in her office.

Tutor Beatrice allowed me to go, telling me we'd see each other tomorrow. I left her office feeling joyful, and my friends noticed my happiness when I returned to class.
They were curious about my extended stay in her office and the zobo drink. I shared it with them, and they were impressed by the taste. I wanted to keep drinking it in class, but something told me to save it for later.

Tutor Beatrice had told me to drink a lot of it, saying it would make her happy considering the effort she put into making it for me.

The rest of the day was nice, with the usual weird occurrences in my class, but I didn't let it bother me. As usual, Michael and I walked home together, chatting about various things.
Now, let me prepare you for what's going to happen next. It's about the zobo drink. I can't quite put it into words, but my gut feeling was telling me something.

That night at home, I thought deeply about Tutor Beatrice's excessive friendliness and kindness towards me, and my assumptions were extreme.

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Quick question... What kind of assumptions do you think Paul had? Kindly Share your thoughts 😁😁