Chasing The Greedy Interpreter.
Calling bell.
Reporting to - my most trusted diary.
Exactly when the both of us were about to share a high-five in order to appreciate our deal__ the devil, Rahisa arrives with a huge grin on her.
I pretend to take a glass of water while Samira focuses on the little bit of morning meal that she had left on the plate. She starts to chew the little piece of sandwich nervously.
Gulping the glass of water, I took a deep breath before looking up to meet her abnormally cheerful gaze.
What's with her- Early in the morning? Did something happened—
Rahisa Ahir Shah
"You aren't ready yet? Charles will be at my door in a minute- Get changed in a blink Samira."
Folding her arms around her chest, furrowing brows- she orders. With that, Samira dashes to upstairs without even questioning once.
Pushing the chair back into its place, I get up on my feet.
Orhan Gazi
"Where's she going? Don't tell me, with us?"
Rahisa Ahir Shah
"She's going to the boarding school."
Orhan Gazi
"Why? What about your parents? Where are they?"
This is the moment of gaining some emotional attention from the female lead— According to cinemas, she must be an orphan. Who's living on her own.
So, hearing my absurd question, she'll break into tears and I will console her!
Rahisa Ahir Shah
"They are busy with work. So Samira lives with me. They live in the capital with my only little brother."
Why__ am I always wrong when I assume about her?
Before I could say anything more, the calling bell of her door rings - making my heart stop.
I could assume who's at the door, witnessing the childish smile on Rahisa's face.
It's her American ex boyfriend.
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(◕ᴗ◕✿) his thinking is always opposite to what she is.
2022-04-23
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