Pocket Full of Lies

41- Clothes

If you think I will be freezing while washing clothes at night then you are wrong. Absolutely wrong.

Hah! I turned on the geyser. Who cares if his electricity bill shoots up? Not my money, not my problem.

I was busy patting my back mentally when suddenly—

"What are you doing?"

Startled, the brush fell from my hand in the tub full of water, causing all the water to splash onto me.

Thank Goodness I was wearing a dark T-shirt.

I stood up in anger, trying to shake off the water in vain. "Are you crazy? Look what you did," I yelled at him.

"What did I do? What can I even do while standing outside?" He shrugged, putting all the blame on me, like he hadn't just scared the shit out of me by coming up suddenly.

I exhaled through the mouth, puffing out the air along with the anger, before asking him, "Why are you even awake? It's late. Go to sleep."

"I wanted to ask you the same thing. Why are you awake at this time?"

The nerve of this guy.

"Did you hit your head again? Has your amnesia progressed?" I gritted my teeth, barely controlling the urge to hit him with the laundry brush.

"Weren't you the one who asked me to wash all your clothes?" I asked in annoyance, putting my hands on my waist.

"Yeah, I did."

"Exactly. So—"

"In the washing machine."

"What?"

He looked at me like I was an idiot, before speaking again. "Why would you wash clothes by hand when there is a washing machine in the house? You could have just put them in and gone to sleep."

I chuckled sarcastically, folding my hands as I took a step near him. "So you are saying you meant for me to wash these clothes in the washing machine. Like this was the order you gave me in that state of outrage?"

I stopped walking when I saw him take a step back. He gulped as he looked at me like I was a predator.

Rolling my eyes, I relaxed my stance, before calling out his lie. "Just tell the truth. Isn't it more like your anger reduced and you felt guilty for giving me such an order in the first place? And now you are saying this to make up for it without admitting your fault."

"Ah, well..." He scratched the back of his head, looking a bit sheepish.

"I lost my temper." He admitted, "But I didn't really think that you would follow my absurd order."

"Why wouldn't I?" I shrugged. "I get paid for this. Even more for overtime," I said cheekily.

He chuckled, shaking his head at me.

"Go and change before you fall sick," he said, gesturing to my now wet clothes.

Change? Shit!!

I didn't have any clothing item with me besides what I was wearing. What was I going to do? Going out was banned. Calling Ananya Di for help was also banned.

"You have two pairs of clothes."

"Huh? Did you say something?"

"Your clothes," he repeated.

Did I speak out loud? Damn it!

"Your expressions speak louder than words," he said, making me question if he could read minds.