MANGO MILKSHAKE

Chapter 13

"what's that?" Yaseen stretched his arms and yawned at the threshold of the kitchen.

"Instant noodles." I mumbled.

"For me to eat?" Yaseen grabbed the chair opposite me and sat down.

"What do you expect? We shifted yesterday evening and this lousy apartment of yours doesn't even have rotten spinach to cook." I slammed my fist on the table which trembled Yaseen's noodle bowl lightly.

"How privileged I'm to have a wife who cooks meals for me when I'm about to leave for work. This vacant abode has been lonely ever since I remember, a presence of royalty will certainly subdue its loneliness." Yaseen ignored my sudden fit of irrigation and started eating the food in contentment.

"With this kind of flirting the only thing you'll be getting from me is a divorce file." I don't have a degree in law but I still judged him meticulously.

"Ouch. I didn't know my skills were so ineligible." He scoffed.

"I thought you're smarter than that, at least look at your love life." I smirked. He'll at least be needing a few hours to gulp this down.

"Who hurt you? Why are you being this aggressive early in the morning?"
His nose scrunched. He must be wondering where all this sassiness is coming from.

"Your mother did. Rey Mysterio clutching my throat would've felt less suffocating than spending an entire week with your family." I can't even tell if I was actually living with them or it was just a psychological experiment being conducted on me. Everyone in that house seems to be far more rejuvenated than me, I'll never know what they're being so enthusiastic for. Except for Yasmeen Jahan, I know what she thinks and most importantly I know what she thinks about me.

"It wasn't that bad, also you got money from all the relatives that came to meet you." Yaseen is right. I'm a few thousand richer but it took me a great deal of fake smile and lowered gaze to earn that money.

"Not that bad? Really? She was clearly unhappy with my cooking skills and also coddled you as if you were a poor little boy who got married to a neanderthal woman that lives in a cave, eats bugs" she directly never sparred any harsh words on me but her gesture, behaviour and dialogues with other people gave it away.

"She just cares about me. She's also new to everything. I'm sure it'll get better after a few months." Yaseen stood up, picked the bowls from the table, put it in the kitchen sink and washed his hands.

"But what about when she said that I-"

"I'm getting late for classes. The morning class starts at eight thirty." He declared before I could complete my sentence.

I bit my lips to neutralize my frustration caused by gulping the words that would've caused a minimum of an hour of argument. I quietly watched him leave the kitchen as a loyal son of a loving mother and when he returned from his room he changed himself to look like a teacher full of virtue and discipline. What a person to be with.....

"I'm leaving. Take care." He said I stood in front of the narrow passage that leads to the exit door.

"You too." I said as the door closed making a creaking sounded.

I turned around and let out a deep sigh. The door flew open as Yaseen stood apologetically nearly causing me a heart attack.

"I forgot something." He rubbed the back of his head.

"What?" I asked awkwardly. I'm not used to all this. My husband? Our apartment? A family of two ? Absurd.

"Here, spare keys for this apartment." He reached for my hand.