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CHAPTER # 05. (edited)

Zehra

Tuesday;
1st-September-2009
05:20pm; evening.

I spend the whole day sitting in one place and looking at Xiao Ying and Mr. Song. The boy whose name I still didn't remember left for somewhere after warning me not to ascend stairs till he is back. And the way he ordered me I didn't dare to go against him. So I just sat in one place without moving. Before leaving he told me about my food and once again warned me not to touch anything. Then he asked Xiao Ying to pin his number, name and that where to find food (again) on the fridge. Then Xiao Ying showed me around kitchen only. And today was the most boring day of my life. Well, I was missing my home; the pinning to fridge thing was what my family too do for me. They pin notes of things I'm supposed to remember to the fridge.

I ate sandwiches in breakfast. Xiao Ying forced me to eat lunch but I had no appetite. Then she told me that that boy had made them staying up whole night. And I remembered how he was looking in the morning. Red blood shot tired eyes with pale and worn out body. He looked like he hadn't slept for a month.

No matter from which angle I try to look at the situation, I was guilty through all aspects. Everything was mine mistake and they were apologizing to me like it was theirs. I was the one who forgot what my car looked like, I was the one who had lung problems, I was the one who caused everyone lose of time and money. I was the one who made my hosts look like wild hens.

'What should I do now? What should I do for them?? How should I show them that I am not only embarrassed but also thankful...?'

It's such a sulking horrible feeling when you wake up from a long sleep and find yourself in an unknown place, in an unknown country, unknown city, in house of unknown people. But the people are so good with you. It sucks when everything is your mistake but those unknown buddies are taking whole blame to their heads and wishing you a happy and quick recovery.

IT SUCKS!!!

Whenever I move, two set of eyes move with me, even if I twitch. They forced me to lay down on the sofa (as I was forbidden to walk stairs, and they both were also afraid of the boy's temper), I refused as I was already having a sour body because of lying continuously for such a long time.

In short, all that I did till now was waiting for the boy.

'Wait, till how long are you gonna call him 'the boy'? Learn his name! It's bad to call your host 'the boy'!'

I rose from the sofa cautiously, and walked to the fridge in the kitchen (their eyes moved with me). I read his name twice.

"Ji... Zhan..." I read it again. "Ji Zhan! Not that difficult, right, ALLAH tallah?"

Then I came back, again to sulk on the sofa, repeating his name over and over in my head to memorize it. I was sure I could remember it now. Chanting it unconsciously, I started to think about how to make up to them...

"Um... Zi jie, I forgot to tell you about your nurse. She'd be here by 06:30 the most."

"Oh! Um... Xiao Ying, can you call her and tell her not to come today? I don't feel like facing anything related to a hospital for at least two days. Please..." I requested her.

She looked at her father and then at me and then again at her father and then again at me. "I-I can't do that without Zhan-ge's permission."

"Then ask him.. please!"

"Uh.. o-ok..." she said scratching her head. Then she raised herself and walked to the garden by the back door.

I think she was afraid of being scolded in front of me.