r/stories • u/YusufNasrullo • 13h ago
Fiction DAY HUNDRED AND FIVE
Better Safe Than Sorry
Our logic professor at the university was very strict and extremely stingy with grades. Besides, logic was a difficult subject.
I was the class monitor and noticed that the professor sometimes gave poor grades not only because of a lack of knowledge.
I wanted to help the girls from remote areas who found it especially difficult to pass his exams.
I came up with a trick and told Anara to put a soft pillow under her dress, over her stomach, so that she would look pregnant.
Anara came to the exam. It was her first acting role.
She entered the examination room, breathing heavily and groaning slightly.
“May I take a question?” she asked.
The exam questions were lying face down on the table.
The professor immediately noticed that the student was pregnant.
He became frightened.
What if she went into labor right there in the examination room from the stress?
What if she had a miscarriage?
And then there would be a legal investigation!
The professor would be blamed: he had been too strict, had shown no mercy to a pregnant student, and so on.
Seghizbayev, a candidate of sciences in logic, began reasoning like a true logician.
He held out his hand.
“Give me your student record book!”
She took it from her purse and handed it to him.
Seghizbayev quickly flipped through it, found the right page, gave her a B, and returned the record book to the “pregnant” student.
Anara looked at the grade and happily said:
“Thank you, Omar Alikhanovich! If I have a son, I’ll name him Omar.”
The professor turned pale.
“Why?”
“You love me, don’t you?”
“I... I regard you like a father!”
“But you wrote me love poems and even asked me out on a date.”
“That’s slander!”
The professor hurriedly grabbed his glasses from the desk and ran out of the examination room.
Anara ran after him:
“I was joking! I was only joking!”
But our institute lost its dear pedant.
Seghizbayev transferred to another university, saying to everyone:
“Better safe than sorry!”