Stella's POV:
I was sitting on the couch and reading the newspaper.
Nowadays, I always spend my time inside my room because Mathew and his would-be sit together, chit-chat, and watch movies, which hurts me. Even though the girl lives in a girls' hostel, she has her food here. She comes home by 3 p.m. and leaves for her office from our house by 8 p.m. Sometimes, she comes home early in the morning after finishing her night shifts to check on Mathew, sometimes around 5 a.m., sometimes around 8 a.m. Her care for Mathew burns my heart. To avoid them, I stay in my room and focus on my work.
Nowadays, I’ve been working a lot and motivating others on my website. Many women who are depressed due to their husbands’ ill-treatment reach out to me. I advise them and give them a piece of my mind.
How ironic, isn’t it?
I, myself, don’t have a good relationship with my husband, and I’m advising other women to stay happy with theirs.
Since it’s early in the morning and Mathew is sleeping in his room, that’s why I’m sitting in the hall now.
Ding Dong...
I know who it is, it must be her.
I opened the door, and there she was, looking completely exhausted.
“Good morning...,” she said.
“Morning...,” I replied.
She walked past me and entered Mathew’s room.
Usually, she uses the restroom in his room as soon as she comes home and sleeps in the guest room whenever she’s here.
I shrugged the thoughts off and sat back on the couch, sipping my coffee.
“The door is open, please come inside,” I said.
It was none other than Joe.
“Joe, vaanga. Enna thideernu?”
(Joe, come in. What brings you here so suddenly?)
A smile appeared on my face as soon as I saw him.
“Munnadiye vandhu irukanum, rombo late huh vandhuten.”
(I should have come earlier, I’m really late.)
“Ukaru.”
(Sit.)
He sat on the couch beside me.
“Tea, coffee edhachum?”
(Tea, coffee, anything?)
“Adhellam vidunga. Catherine sonna, neenga rendu perum divorce panna poringalam.”
(Leave all that. Catherine said you both might be getting divorced.)
I looked down.
“Ama, Joe. Already apply panniyachu.”
(Yes, Joe. We've already applied.)
“But why?”
“It won’t work, Joe. Avaruku enna pudikala, apdiye irukatum.”
(He doesn’t like me. Let it be that way.)
“Avanuku evlo sonnalum butthi varadhu. Enga Avan?”
(He never listens even after telling him so much. Where is he?)
“Thoonguraru.”
(He’s sleeping.)
“Ezhudhukatum, iruku avanuku.”
(Let him wake up, I'll reach him a lesson.)
“Nee edhuvum kekadha, Joe. Aprm, hyper ayiduvaru.”
(Don’t ask him anything, Joe. He’ll get hyper.)
Just then, his room’s door opened.
He came out of the room, yawning.
As soon as he saw Joe, his face stiffened.
“Joe? Eppo vandha?”
(Joe? When did you come?)
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