Mathew's POV:
Before entering my room, she paused for a while.
"What?" I asked.
She shook her head, indicating no.
"Sollu, come inside."
("Tell me, come inside.")
"No."
"Why?"
"I'm scared."
"For what?"
"Because of you."
"What? What did I do?"
"You're a drug addict and ennaku bayama iruku unga kuda room share pannika," she said.
("I'm scared to share the room with you.")
It broke my heart.
"Hey, I don't take that anymore. Promise. Adhu vitu two weeks aagudhu," I said.
("It's been two weeks since I quit.")
It was a lie, but what else could I do? I could only convince her by lying.
As soon as she heard I stopped taking marijuana, her face lit up. She looked surprised, with slight happiness on her face.
"Nejama dha solringala?" she asked.
("Are you telling the truth?")
"Yeah," I replied, feeling guilty for lying.
"How can I trust you?"
"Promise panren, apram enna? Venumna vandhu en room la check panniko, I have no stock left. Naan pudhu stock vangave illa," I lied.
("I promise. If you want, come and check my room. I haven't bought any new stock.")
"Seri," she said.
("Okay.")
"Enna? Room check panna poriya?" I asked, panicking.
("What? Are you going to check the room?")
Check panna seththen, anga dha cupboard la kedakudhu marijuana packets.
(If she checked, I'd be doomed, the marijuana packets were in the cupboard.)
"No, no," she said.
She entered my room, and I followed her.
I closed the door and locked it. I turned around to see her standing near the bed.
"Ennachu? Please, sit," I said.
("What happened? Please, sit.")
"Illa, vendam."
("No, it's okay.")
I frowned.
"Why?"
"This is your bed, and if I sit on it, you'll scold me," she said.
Again, she was pointing out the things I'd said before.
Mathew: Author, iva epo dhan ipdi kuththi kaatura viduva?
("Author, when will she stop stabbing me with my past words?")
Author: Nee regret panra varaikum.
("Until you regret everything.")
"It's not like that. You can sit on my bed."
She stood there, not moving.
I walked toward her, held her hand, and gently made her sit on the bed. She looked uncomfortable.
I sat in front of her, facing her. She didn't face me.
"Ennachu?" I asked.
("What happened?")
"Mmm... Nothing," she said.
"Why do you look so uncomfortable?"
"Nothing. I'm feeling sleepy," she replied.
She was about to get up, but I held her wrist.
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