I Know Who I Am, Father-in-law.

Human Trashcan

Elvis slipped the card into his pocket before carrying his schoolbag, deciding that he would continue his concern when he returned from school.

He walked out of the mansion, humming a song which just began to ring in his mind, "Soon things will be clear and everywhere will be home...." Says the lyrics of the song, and it goes on and on.

He trod the lonely estate til he arrived at the bus stop. He was expecting to see Mrs Adam's car there as it had almost become a part of him.

Instead of seeing the car like he expected, he saw Sammy leaning by a signpost.

He quickened his steps towards Sammy, "Hey, do you wait for long?"

Sammy's lips lifted into a smile and he shook his head, "No, I just got here."

"Thank God. I thought I kept you waiting for long."

"You didn't."

Elvis grabbed Sammy's arm and pulled him forward, "Come on, let's get going."

"Sure."

They walked side by side a little farther before spotting a cab which they boarded.

"How did you get home yesterday? You had disappeared when I woke up, and Mum said you left," Sammy began.

"You were sleeping when I left, I didn't want to disturb you."

"You could have woke me up. I was so worried when I woke up in that strange room. I thought something bad happened to you til Mum showed up and told me you're okay."

"Yes, I thought something bad would happen to me, too."

Sammy sighed gently, "I'm glad you're fine. I was so worried, and you have no phone for me to get through to you."

"I'm sorry for that."

"Don't you think you have to get one? I can buy it for you if you want, I want to change my phone as well." Sammy proposed.

"No, I'm fine."

"Come on, stop being like that. Let me buy it for you." Sammy had his face pulled together as he pouted, trying to buy Elvis in with his cuteness.

Elvis gave up, "Fine, I'll get a phone, but I'll buy it for myself."

Sammy busted into a laugh. "What? Do you want to buy a phone for yourself? Do you know how much that is?"

Elvis was not offended, though he pretended he was, "Does that mean you're seeing me as broke?"

"No, why will I? You're not broke, right?" Sammy's question dripped with sarcasm.

"I'm not."

"We'll see to that."

They were in a comfortable silence as the road stretched on and they watched for the backseat.

"Oh, Elvis," Sammy called Elvis, "Who were those guys from yesterday? What did they want from you?"

"Me? Why don't you think that they took us because of you?"

"Mum told me they needed you."

"And didn't she tell you why?"

"No, she didn't. She said I should ask you about it, which I'm doing right now."

Elvis noticed that Mrs Adams must have intentionally left Sammy in the dark, so he decided to keep it from him as well.

"I don't know why they wanted me, but just know that something like yesterday will not happen again. Trust me."

"Are you sure? I don't want you to be in trouble."

"I won't."

They got to school and Sammy paid for the transportation f*e before they walked the remaining distance to their faculty.

They got to their lecture hall and took their seats beside each other.

The lecturer soon entered the hall, he was also their departmental adviser. "Good morning, everyone."

"Good morning, barrister." The students all chorused.

"This will be our first class for this course, and so, I will ask you all a question. This question is what we all have to have an answer to, if you don't, then you're not ready for this course. Are you ready to hear the question?"

"Yes, barrister."

"Good. Now, listen carefully. Out of all the departments in this prestigious university, why law?"

Everyone got into thinking, babe a few of the students raised their hands to answer the question, of which Elvis was not among. He had no answer to the question, and he was not even trying to think of one.

But when the lecturer was to call someone to answer the question, he pointed to Elvis, "You, answer the question."

Elvis glanced around, then pointed to himself, "Me, sir?"

"Yes."

He stood up and said the first answer that came to his mind was, "I didn't choose this department; my father-in-law chose it for me."

Everyone went, "Oooh!" For that, a murmur rang through the hall.

"Does that mean dude is married?"

"He looks too young for that."

"And he's going to school. Is his wife not scared that he will be taken?"

"I've not noticed him around before, he's handsome."

"So bad he's married."

The lecturer had to hush everyone to stop murmuring, "Sh! That's enough y'all."

The class began its silence, and Elvis was still on his feet.

"What's your name, young man?"

"Elvis."

"Mr Elvis, I want to ask you. What do you mean by your words about your father-in-law? Does that mean you don't like this department?" The lecturer asked Elvis further.

"I don't know if I will like the course, but I can tell you that I will not fail any course here, so if I get to like the course later, I will just build more, and if I don't, I'll grow in the knowledge of it," Elvis explained.

The lecturer nodded, "I like your spirit, Mr Elvis. You may have your seat."

"Thank you, barrister." Elvis sat down.

"Really? You didn't choose the department by yourself?" Sammy asked Elvis in a whisper.

"Yes, I didn't."

"I didn't either. My mum loves the department and I chose it for her."

"Good, that makes the two of us."

They chuckled and returned their solemn attention to the lecturer.

"So, class, when you get home today, try to think about the main reason behind your choice for this course to know whether you're in the right place or the wrong one." The lecturer gave a final remark as he packed his books together.

"Okay, barrister. Thank you, barrister."

The lecturer left.

Elvis sighed and began to pull his books into his bag, "When is our next class?" He asked Sammy.

"In two hours."

"Two hours break?"

"Yes."

"Good, I'm hungry."

"I am hungry as well."

"Let's fill up the stomach then."

Elvis stood up from his seat along with Sammy, and they left the hall.

"What do you want to eat?" Sammy asked Elvis.

"Anything that is not related to stone or sand."

"Then, is grass okay?"

Elvis replied to Sammy's tease with a glare, causing Sammy to bust out laughing.

"Can you eat grass yourself?"

"Of course. I eat leaves." Sammy argued.

"That's vegetables, not grass. I know that animals are supposed to eat grass, so if you eat it as well, I won't be sorry to call you one."

Sammy raised both of his hands in mock surrender, "You won."

"If this was to be the case, know that you're no match for me." Elvis boosted.

"I wouldn't have let you off if it's a case in the law court."

Elvis rolled his eyes childishly and Sammy kept on teasing him til they got to the restaurant in the faculty.

This restaurant was known by the whole school to serve the best food, and for this reason, students from other faculty would come to eat from there.

''Wow! This place is piled up with students." Elvis grumbled.

"Come on, we stood to find an empty table by the window," Sammy spoke hopefully.

They walked into the restaurant, and when they were on the verge of giving up, they found an empty table and quickly took it before another person could.

"That's a narrow escape." Sammy released a sigh of relief.

"Nothing serious. We could have just gone to search for another restaurant." Elvis replied to him, and a girl on an apron went to them and took their order.

Their order arrived, and it was all placed on the table for it to be consumed. Elvis wasted no time, he dug into the plate of rice and began to eat.

"Hey, eat slowly, you might choke," Sammy warned him.

"I won't."

Elvis was halfway through his food when the door of the restaurant opened and Camila came in with a guy beside her. Her boyfriend. Harry.

As soon as they entered, Elvis saw them because he was facing the door. He stopped eating and continued to stare at them.

Sammy noticed the way he paused, "Are you okay, man?"

Elvis didn't answer to him. He kept on staring at Camila.

Sammy traced his locked gaze, and saw Camila as well, "Hold on, is that not your wife?" He asked Elvis.

"Yes, she is."

"Who is that guy beside her?"

"I don't know."

Sammy returned his gaze to Elvis. "What will you do now?"

"I don't know, do you think I should go and ask her about it?"

"No, that will be a bad idea. Camila is rude and unfriendly, she will embarrass you."

Elvis frowned, "But I'm her husband, she should respect me for that, right?"

"She should, but I don't think she will. Just ignore them." Sammy finally advised him.

Elvis was pained that his wife was locked in another man's arm, but he had nothing he could do but stare away from Camila like he didn't see her.

He turned back to his food and continued to eat slowly. He had lost his appetite.

Sammy noticed his sluggishness and questioned him, "Are you okay?"

"Do I look like I am? I'm mad right now." Elvis snapped at Sammy.

"Woah! Calm down, will you? You might get them to see you with the way you're raising your voice."

Elvis sighed, "I'm sorry." He took his spoon and continued to eat.

"It's okay." Sammy patted his arm before he continued with his food as well.

Camila and Harry were eye searching for a place to sit down or for minor people they could chase off from their seats, then her eyes caught with Elvis's long hair.

"I think I see one, come on, babe." She pulled Harry toward the side where Elvis was eating, and they stood before the table. "Stand up, we will like to eat on this table." She said to Elvis.

Elvis recognised her voice so well that even with his eyes buried in his food, he knew she was the one, but not alone. She was with another man.

"Why should we?" He questioned her, not sparing Camila, nor Harry a glance.

"Uh? Did he just question you?" Harry questioned Camila unbelievably.

"No, he didn't, that's impossible," Camila replied to him. She took both of her hands on the table and faced Elvis, "I said you both should vacate this table immediately."

Elvis sighed and slowly raised his eyes to meet hers, "And I ask you, why should I?"

Camila hated to be questioned as much. It always annoyed her because she loved being in charge. So, she picked up a drink on the table and emptied the contents on Elvis.

"No one questions me!" She stated and stood upright, folding her hands together.

Elvis stared at his stained shirt and pants dumbly. He was astonished that Camila could do something like that to him. He stared at the clothes, then at Camila.

His gaze returned to the clothes and slowly, he stood up from his seat with his gaze returning to Camila, "What do you think you're doing? How can you do that?"

"Do you still have the gut to question me?"

"Why can't you be questioned? You're not superior to me, you're nothing to me."

"So, you can talk now. Do you want me to tell everyone here that my father feeds you?" She asked Elvis with a sly look at him.

"Why don't you start by telling them I'm your husband, and that you're a cheat?"

Camila became annoyed because of Elvis's comeback; she took another glass filled with a milkshake and emptied it on Elvis again, "You are just trash; stop talking as if you're not one."

Elvis frowned, picked up his half-eaten plate of food, and turned towards Harry, "I'm sorry, but she's with you."

Elvis emptied the plate of food on Harry.

The whole restaurant turned cold at that instant. The students around also took steady steps backwards, knowing chaos was about to bust, but Elvis didn't notice anything.

He turned to Camila, "You are the real trash with him."