As the days passed by as we sailed to Sirumaha, I found it harder and harder to deal with Monika. Each time I tried to ignore her, she would do something to get my attention. Sometimes, she would purposely laugh out loud so I could look in her direction, or she would call my name. Monika's voice is so melodious but because she aggravates me, I find it grating. Every time I hear her voice, I frown. Because of her, Jacob and I have not gotten a chance to talk. I sighed. How I wish that we reach Sirumaha sooner before I lose my sanity.
"We're almost to Sirumaha. Tomorrow, we will enter its territory," I looked up and saw Neville. He sat beside me, "Feels like Iwahi again?"
Ugh! I massaged my temples. I understood what he was implying. "I am NOT jealous, Neville," I replied without a smile.
"Are you having a headache?" he asked again.
I wrinkled my nose. "Yes! I could barely sleep because of Monika. She talks and talks and talks at night."
