Empress Dosha

Chapter 42

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'Not again.' Rashid thought.

"Kutungwiilei." He heard her harsh murmur again.

He knew the moment she starts scoffing and hissing in Warji, something was likely bothering her. Or it was just her mood change. But he knew better.

"Jana mí kwankwang!" Yet another one.

'What is wrong this time?' Rashid observed her from where he sat, she sat beside the bed, checking some scripts and looking for something he had no idea about. Rashid being himself, sat comfortably and kept scrutinizing her, he was beginning to see the frustration lines on her forehead. No wonder she kept saying those words in her language. He knew there was more to that.

"Are you going to just sit there?" Her voice pierced the silence. It was hard. He felt a direct invisible stab and winced lowly, sitting upright.

"Hmmm?!" He hummed in question.

Still not looking at him, she clamped her lips then sighed through them, "I need help."

In no time, he was sitted opposite her on the carpeted floor. "What are you looking for?"

"Something sent to me from Ragewa," She answered, still not sparing him a look. "I can't remember where I kept it." She added.

"Hmm," He sighed, looking at the script in his hand. What a coincidence! "Here it is."

She collected it, "Thank you."

He arranged some of the scattered papers, glancing her way occasionally, "Is that why you are angry?"

"No," She was still frowning hard. "I'm just frustrated."

"Frustration and anger might collaborate a bit. Then what is it?" He handed her the arranged papers.

She shrugged, releasing a deep sigh and relaxed. "I don't know."

"I don't take that answer."

"Honestly, it's complicated." She replied.

His gaze lingered on her. This woman confuses him at times, he can tell whenever she was having issues or not, but she still confused him. "You know, you should stop piling everything in one place." He said, smoothening some squeezed papers.

She finally looked at him, "Where do you want me to pile them instead?"

"You have spare tables, you can arrange them equally and neat there. Come with me."

"You are right." She followed behind him, and watched as he arranged them well and neat. "Thank you."

"I haven't gotten the answer still." He turned and motioned towards her.

She calculated the space between them and cracked a small smile, "You are invading my personal space."

He parted his lips slightly, making a light gasp, "Don't tell me you are getting tired of my company."

"No that's not what I mean." She chuckled.

"Would you rather prefer this?" He walked to the other end of the room. "Can you arrange those very well?" He spoke loudly.

She laughed more, "Please stop. That's not what I mean. Do you think I would even say that?"

"Are you sure?" He spoke louder, snickering.

"Yes I am. You can come closer." She answered, still plastering a grin on her face. Well, that worked one way or the other. But....

"So what is it?" He asked, taking his stance opposite her.