My Blue Orange [COMPLETED]

Chapter 33

I kept shut during our dinner.

Restaurant seemed nice but prices on the menu card seemed to cost an arm and leg. But who cares. He was going to pay.

'Do you love him?'

It came so smoothly from his mean mouth that I choked on my bolus.

I coughed and spluttered with such intensity that tears coursed down my cheeks.

Jerk

Shit

I grabbed a huge audience around me. Some were looking at me with sympathy while others took me as a cow who didn't know how to eat.

Duh! As if I care.

Kissing the brim of my glass I emptied it with Zaki eyeing me with the same expression.

How ridiculous...

I nearly died of choking and he seemed so ignorant of the situation.

'You won't die just because of that dramatic coughing.'

'Why the hell are you assuming things?', I tried to keep it simple.

'I just want you to tell me. Is it too hard?', he said that so effortlessly while filling my plate.

He's such a nice actor.

'Thanks.', he smirked.

And he called my cough dramatic.

'Coz it was.', he uttered with a mouthful while shrugging his shoulders.

I rolled my eyes and looked away.

He's seriously getting on my nerves now.

'I'm waiting.'

'I don't want to talk to you.', I really didn't want to. He's hurting me now.

He kept munching on his food eyeing me from time to time. 

Vanishing my hunger he stomached his part effortlessly, idiotically, brutally, jerkly.

Wait! Is jerkly even a word.

Seriously man!

English language ran out of words to name his behavior.

By the time he was finished, my fingers came out of my teeth and I saw my nails.

Perfect

All done

I BLOODY came here to eat my damn nails.

How much I wanted to rip his hair out of his thick scalp and make him eat them with his poop...

'You're not eating Zash!', he said that with such bewilderment as if he wasn't eyeing me stupidly for past forty seven minutes.

And yes I counted the minutes. I have a watch.

I chose to keep my mouth shut or that would lead to some stupid consequences that I would regret later.

He paid the bill and asked the waiter to pack my content.

'In case you change your hollow mind.', he said with his a smirk.

Torture.

He's torturing me now.

The ride to home was quiet. Both of us drowned in our own seas of thoughts. I tried to imagine his thoughts.

He was just trying to be protective . But he was being way too impulsive with me.