|Innaya|
I felt like banging my head against something because the man before me made me feel so frustrated that I could not even find the words to describe it. As I peeped at the clock, I realized more than two hours had passed since he stepped his foot inside the room. More than two hours had passed since I sat on this chair, looking at extravagantly prepared dishes before me. More than two hours of uncomfortable silence.
I refused to have the food before me. The man did not even insist. He just sat there, fiddling with his mobile, leaving me to make my choice. He did not seem to be in a hurry to leave or answer my questions. After his last statement where he answered or rather retorted asking me he kidnapped me or not, he kept mum.
Was he mentally retarded? Or he was just pretending to be ignorant?
