My Blue Orange [COMPLETED]

Chapter 42

She was proving to be world known pain in the arse for past three hours. She chose to ignore him at whatever he said.
What does she think of herself?

And she slapped him!

Never ever in his life anyone dared to touch him and she opted to slap him.

Although the slap was justified that's why he chose to apologize, but then again she insulted him of his past.

He kept shut until she brimmed Rumi.
This Rumi kept resurfacing, even after their divorce.
Yes, they were divorced now.

How ecstatic he was to see those papers signed on his table in the morning...

'It's the best day of my life.', he told his father who was smiling too.

Yet this Rumi came out of nowhere and blazed his happy bubble.

He was somehow thankful of his own tantrum at the end that made her shut.
Knowing the fact that they both were hungry, he now parked in front of a restaurant.

'We were supposed to go home.', she announced sternly and he unlocked the doors to get out.

He waited outside for good three minutes but she stayed inside the car.

Why is she being so stubborn?
She wasn't like that.
Or was she?

He opened the door for her but she stayed glued to the seat.

'Come on now.', he said politely.

She ignored.

'You're one hell of a naughty child.', he said and huffed in exasperation.

'I'm not a child.', she gritted.

'Then stop like one and get out.', he smiled at how her big round eyes got bigger with anger.

'It's no time for smiling, we're fighting right now.', she uttered.

'I'm not fighting here. It's you who's being stubborn.', he managed but he invited a whole new wrath.

'Me? I'm being stubborn here? Just shut up. You really need a brain doctor for your poor self. For past three hours I'm riding in this car just because of your stubbornness.', she was seething and he knew she was just hungry.

'Okay fine I'm sorry. Now please come out we're really making a spectacle.', he stated calmly at which she looked around.

People were really looking at them. Some of them were even laughing too.

Unclasping her belt, she hopped out with her bag clutched to her chest and eyes down. He closed the door and shook his head at how this woman made him say sorry for the hundredth time in the same day.

Wow

They were taken to a table in the farthest corner and she realized that it was reserved.

'You reserved it?', she asked with a frown and he nodded.

'You're one hell of a control freak.', she said with a disgusted expression.

'What did I do now?', he was appalled at her gesture.

'Even after this huge fight you didn't choose to leave your lunch. Doesn't that make you a control freak?',she was in no mood to abandon this fight.

Is she PMSing?, he thought to himself then brushed the idea off of his mind.

He had been with a woman before and he knew how they reacted to every small details in those days.

After telling his order to the waiter he gestured towards Zasha who still chose to ignore him.