I covered myself with the quilt.
I couldn't stop thinking about what happened just now. I am totally embarrassed.
It has been 1 hr. Still, he didn't come out of the washroom. I got up and went towards the washroom. I kept my ears on the door to listen to the movement inside the washroom.
Suddenly the door opened.
I looked at the figure which was standing in front of me.
" what are you doing here? "
I didn't say anything. I went to the bed like a robot and covered myself properly.
Then I saw him leaving the room with his annoyed expression.
.....
I opened my eyes and found no one around me. I saw my side and touched it. He didn't come at night. Whatever may be. I got up and looked at the clock.
oh shit. it's 8:30 am.
Why I got up too late today. I rubbed my head and got up from the bed. I took a fresh dress and went to the washroom to freshen up myself.
the day went as usual.
Almost three weeks have passed.
