"*cough*Just Take the...*cough* the seat,"
"But...this..."
"Just sit" she spoke out covering her laughing mouth that was now coughing dry and pulled my wrist down with another hand.
Is it touch again?!
But this time I didn't shake off or freak although inside my heart was at the brink of bursting, I sat down on the same seat I was directed as an obedient child in front of the mess I had myself thrown, filled with awkward puzzlement that absolutely no one is reacting here at me or either this mess and this OCD suffocation was still hanging around my neck however, abruptly, her thin coal fingers smoothly begin to move, brushing to-and-fro over my cold skin into a deepest of thoughts...gently and somehow calming...
Surprisingly, her hand was only comprised of raw bones, and I could feel her blood running within those veins that appeared as blue-green strips on her mud-shaded skin that was curled delicately yet steadily around my wrist.
"The worker Jiji is in charge of cleaning, since we have paid such a huge amount to do just BSc here, it's their responsibility to clean out our 'shits'. " And she rested her bony palm over my shoulder with a subtle look in those brown eyes so assuring that I nodded my head as if I was bewitched.
How could I be bewitched again?
'Mishti? '
I twisted my face around looking away, at the lifeless heart, which was bleeding from its stitches,
On the other hand, she was all twisted and tangled in confusion,
Until' "Self-reliance is also one thing! If I am responsible for all this then I shall repay! " I declared with my cutthroat tone without looking back at her utterly innocent face, and spoiler alert, finally my existence was coming to light.
"Now you want to deprive Jiji of her one-and-only work? Okay then go for it, 'Jiji!' " She squirts and lets go of me and hunches over the messed table, slurping her porridge from spoon ignorant.
I wonder What's the catch with this girl? I mean how is she acting as if she own me something? Or...as if....as if she was someone to me...
'Mishti...'
Whatever, I rolled my eyes and looked around like a hawk searching for prey in a barren land distracting my neurons from that identical charismatic smirk that stood hanging on the porridge surpper.
However,
The cloth!
I redirected my almightly senses in search of 'prey',
Still, in this scenario the prey was equal to any potentially dirty yet not-so-dirty cloth for the achievement of my goal of tidying the table, sparing my t-shirt for the least.
however, it seems like the barren land has also become barren in terms of life.
does that mean my only option for potentially dirty, yet not-so-dirty clothes is my T-shirt?
Abruptly, "So vulnerable yet so self-willed" despite parting her ways from any further interference, the bully, the emotionless roommate, within a limited radius, she sighed in distress and leapt over, the clean side of a gigantic a few meters long table almost like a dead squirrel lying on the dissecting table stretching her right arm to its maximum extent as if measuring the breath of the dining table with her thin pencil-like figure,
However, why on earth, my mind didn't go where her hand was reaching for?
Her fragile still substantial potent grasped the freshly printed newspaper that had a strong petroleum scent emerging from its sheets- titled 'Jago ji (Wake-up mister)' and hauled it near herself with prancing disappointment through those cornered chocolate eyes of hers. And very elegantly, the dark-skinned lass initiated to unfurl the newspaper to its full extent with her expression calmed.
"If you desire to take responsibility then do it in a certain sane scenario rather than perhaps don't drag dramas into this"
My lips got stitched somehow, and I couldn't bear to say anything more, even if I desired to, but to wow within-
'Those untouched and apprised words were hard to deviate from but...'
'Drag dramas?! That seems personal somehow'
Abruptly, like a snap of the fingers,
"All yours" She pulled a withdrawn slice of paper from that bundle of newspaper in my direction, causing me to hesitate twice before finally handling it from her with those ashamed gazes of mine but,
"HURRY sloth bear, we don't have a whole Era to ourselves" she flickered me? am I so off-guard?!
but... I didn't respond anything to that 'abrupt abuse' other that ducking my eyes down and cleaning the porridge away.
'God, I should just ignore it as if a mischief of my brain.'
Just do as I was told!
Wipe wipe...wipe!