CHAPTER SIX


THE COLD WAR WITH MY CLASSMATES!


My classmates gave up teasing me with her. I was so strong to resist their teases.


"Rinchen does not react even I tease him with the girl who always works in the paddy field." One of the backbenchers whispered while teaching was still in the full swing.


“He is carried away by her. Did you see any beauty in her? I did not find any quality of beauty in her,” the other friend responded. 


My attention was shifted to their conversation. I gritted my teeth and my fist clenched upon hearing those backbites about my love.


"Oi, how did you know that she is ugly? Did you ever go closer to her and magnify her beauty?" I subconsciously stood up from the class, I turned my whole body to the backbenchers and questioned them.


No sooner did I scream from the top of my voice, my English madam dashed toward me.
The whole class stared at me like a group of a lion staring at it's preys. I felt thousand eyes fixed on me.


I turned red. My whole body fell prey to goosebumps. I could not do anything. Rather, I bit my lips and played my toes inside my naughty boy shoe.


"Rinchen, for whom are you supporting?" My English madam turned so curious and started enquiring me.


Everybody giggled, mocked and teased.


I was dumbfounded! I had no one to rely on, my head experienced the utmost pressure and I maintained pin drop silence. Otherwise, I may terminate from the school for an illicit relationship.


"Madam, he is in relation!"


"Madam, he was dating, last time."


"Madam, he suits to be at home with the wife."


"Madam, I do not think he will continue his education."


The whole class was gradually filled by complaints from my classmates.


"Rinchen, are your friends right? Madam lowered her tone and further enquired me.


"Madam, they are wrong. They are cooking story and bluffing. I don't believe them." I defended myself.


I would treat my classmates as brother and sister for I being eldest from the class. But, my simplicity and humbleness were overlooked and understood differently. I instantly changed my philosophy and I decided to treat my friends the way they treated me.


"Backbenchers, be ready to receive my 5 kg punch, be ready to store orange juice from your nostril and arrange the barrel to store tears." I warned them.


"If you are planning to have one in your life, better you remove from your head. Otherwise, you will face unbearable consequences." My English madam left the class with a positive