Imara Diversifies The Beastmen World

Chapter Fifty Seven: Oh, That's What's Wrong Huh?

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Story:

As morning arrived, I found myself unusually fatigued, engaging in a silent struggle to rise. The desire to linger in bed until the following day overwhelmed me. Despite the Hot Season, a slight chill embraced me.

Seated on the edge of the bed, wrapped in furs, I absorbed the warmth. Succumbing to drowsiness, I opted to surrender and return to sleep.

My slumber was disrupted by a cacophony of loud noises, agitating my nerves. Each breath, movement, conversation, and even the damn wind outside grated my nerves.

I was puzzled by the racket emanating from Harvey, the guys, or whoever else was in the house. But that was it, fueled by irritation, I swiftly rose from the bed, snatched my water canister, and swung open the door.

"What's with all this damn noise? You're interrupting my sleep!" I hollered at them.

The bewildered and apologetic gazes of Harvey and the guys met mine. Turning my attention to John, I remarked, "And why are you breathing so freaking hard, huh?" I blinked several times, head cocked to the side.

A chorus of apologies ensued:

"My love, I'm sorry."

"Imara, I'm sorry!"

Frank barged in with a sizable wooden piece, announcing, "Harvey, this piece here is for the fence and-" His entry was as disruptive as an erupting volcano, causing a cascade of objects to tumble and break in the house.

Losing my patience, I snapped, "Take that outside now! Why in the hell would you bring a fence into the house, Frank?" Frustrated, I hurled the water canister, it bonked off the wall hitting John on the head.

"Owwiee, Imara," John whimpered, casting me puppy-dog eyes.

As Frank backed out, apologizing for the chaos and mess he made, he slipped, causing the wooden piece to shatter into fragments. The guys, including Harvey, hurriedly ushered him out, attempting to dodge anything else I might throw.

In my frustration, I grabbed an orange from the side table and launched it out the door, narrowly missing some nosy guards who were peeking in grinning. My annoyance extended to them, and I shot them an irritated glare.

"The hell is wrong with y'all," I fumed. "A damn fence in the house?! And you damn right you gon' fix whatever you broke! And what are y'all staring at, huhhhh?" I yelled at the guards.

They all shook their heads, stammering, "N-Nothing!" as they backed up with their hands up. I grabbed a basket of fruit, locked and loaded for them.

As I started to walk out, they exclaimed, "Wait, your feet!"

I said, "Don't you tell me to wait, I-" I stopped and looked down. I put the basket down, folded my arms, and huffed and puffed while waiting for my houseshoes. Nicholas came over, found my houseshoes, and helped me put them on. Then, I continued my wild antics.

"Who are you to tell me to wait, huhhhh?" I walked towards Harvey, while Nicholas, the guys, and the guards got out of dodge. Harvey looked like a deer in headlights, his tail waving nervously.

I pinched his ear lightly, not hard, as his adorable face calmed me down. His poor ears drooped, and I laughed, maintaining my antics because I was still irritated.

"Baby, y'all need to build a workshop for all your projects. Place it on the side of the house, about a house space and a half away, and make it a good size. I'll draw you a picture of what it can look like. But for now, stay outside with your loud noises; I need my beauty rest, thanks." He nodded, heaving a sigh.