Behind the shut wooden doors,Safri feels like everything moves in slow motion.He notices everything.How the hall is a tad too cool or as warm as his grandma's kitchen when grandma is baking 'akok' during the fasting month.He can't help but start to estimate how many people are absent from the lecture just from the unseated seats, and summarize what colours of the clothes predominate the hall today. Not to forget all the small chit chats here and there. The hall suddenly becomes the melting pot of all the smells available in a college where he could smell perfume,cologne and even 'attar' but thankfully very rarely body odours.
One thing for sure,something is slowly sapping away his energy whenever he is in the hall.He can't figure out what that is and to him it is still a mystery.Tiredness and sleepiness are inevitable. Resistance seems almost futile.Usually during this critically low energy levels,he would just ignore everything and just try to focus to stay awake.To him , the hall is a black hole of energy.
But then,there is one thing.The lecturer.An eccentric person with some weird habits such as knocking on the table where the computer sits on, doing a microphone check every 10 minutes or so and the students' favourite, giving a thousand-yard-stare into the back corner of the hall at a few random times.The lecturer is indeed a supernova ,interesting enough to keep Safri's attention in this black hole of energy.
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