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“I don't know.” I answered helplessly.
She raised her eyebrows, as if she did not believe me.
“I really don't!” I emphasized in all seriousness. “He is the one who went off me at the start, and eventually I got so tired of begging, pleading, waiting for him, that now I have given up. And my feelings have turned into hatred.”
“That is a strong word. You don't actually hate him of course.” Umber said softly, and rubbed my arm in a soothing gesture.
I closed my eyes to wipe away all the feelings,
“He is nothing to me.”
Giving her a stern look, I added curtly,
“So for the love of God! Let me stay away from that son of a...Pooh of a cow!"
Umber laughed, nodding over my shoulder,
“Too late. Here comes his bullock cart.”
I groaned with equal amount of hurt and anger.
The aforementioned bullock cart, which in fact was a top of the range sleek white Ford fiat, stopped in front of us, and before I had time to react, a man in his early thirties stepped out of it. Dressed in a stripped white shirt and navy trousers, he looked cool and casual, yet tried to appear as if immersed in the problems of the world.
Pushing his glares upon his brown hair, he stared at me as if indirectly blaming me for the current frown he sported on his face. While, his chocolate brown eyes glistened in the sun with a smile dancing in them, without a hint of seriousness.
Why would he be serious anyway?! Hah! He just does not care. Laughing on the inside...Jerk!
He moved towards us and opened the front door of his house, motioning his chin at me in silence, as if asking me to get in.
Trying to be a gentle man, are we?
Pathetic Ass, glaring at me! I can glare back harder!
Yeah yeah, I know he was not glaring. He was actually doing the opposite of that. Whatever...He was not lifting his lips up either.
“Because I don't smile without reason!” Tilting his head, Zee went on in amused tones, “I hope I don't need to remind you what kind of people does that?”
Oops! He heard me.
Unfazed, I ignored him, smirking internally,
‘Stupid like you...Doctor of Stupids!’
Umber is my paternal cousin. And thanks to Zee being her maternal cousin, he had been a part of my life since we were kids. He was not my family. He was more than blood. He was my best friend in the whole wide world.
While Umber and I were still trying to get through college, Zidaan was a psychiatrist...A fabulous one, to my utter shock. And there was nothing better than his profession to wind him up on.
“My patients’ aren’t stupid. They are psyches.” Zee said with clenched jaw.
Damn! I spoke aloud...yet again.
“You so did.” laughed Umber, as she went inside the lovely modern style two-storey house owned by Zee’s parents, while I did not attempt to move an inch.
Not wishing to feel embarrassed, I gave him an unregretful look, saying in obvious tones,
“Stupid because they come to you.”
Oh Dear God, it is about brain! Some people just don't have it.
