Chapter 13 - Your wife loves you... (2/2)
”I like them open.” He innocently shrugged, smiling softly at the woman who curiously looked at our way.
I stared at him wide eyed, with open mouth.
”Does this liking have anything to do with missing hair ties of mine?” I narrowed my eyes at him, remembering all the time when miraculously all stuff related to tying my hairs would disappear when needed.
”I don't know what are you talking about?” He replied keeping that innocent face intact that I realized was a facade.
Before I could retaliate, my back and shoulder decided to interrupt me as a wave of pain shot through my shoulder travelling through my neck to spine and I groaned out loud, shutting my eyes as my hand went to rub my stiff shoulder. I did not realize sitting straight for more than an hour, so that Eshan could get some sleep, would result into muscle stiffness.
”What happened?” Eshan's concerned voice forced me to snap my eyes open as I took a moment to let the pain subside before answering to him.
”What do you expect? Your wife loves you enough to sit like a statue for more than hour so that you can sleep. You are very lucky, brat.” The elderly man across us commented before I could reply anything.
'What the? Love? Has he lost his mind?' First, there was no need of intervening and top of that he held Eshan responsible for something he did not do intentionally.
'What is wrong with people?' I glared at him little angrily before looking at Eshan's reaction. We had surpassed the hesitant phase in our relationship and we were friends yet love? We were just getting comfortable and that old man had to ruin it by giving his opinion.
Eshan's head whipped in that man's direction. As soon as his words registered in his mind, he turned back to me and I could see understanding dawning on him and regret started swirling in his eyes. He apologetically looked at my shoulder.
”Flight attendants, prepare for landing please.”
”Cabin crew; please take your seats for landing.”
The captain's voice rang through speakers cutting whatever Eshan had to say and soon an announcement by a flight attendant followed.
”Here, let me.” Eshan leaned to buckle the seat belt as I fumbled with it. I flinched when another wave of pain hit me. 'Who said pulled muscle doesn't hurt?'
”Sorry!”
”Sorry!”
We both said at the same time.
”Thank you!”
”Thank you!”
Again, we both uttered at the same time.
I smiled at the double coincidence and his lips too curved into smile.
”I am fine. It's just some muscle stiffness. After stretching a bit it will be okay. So don't worry husband.” I assured him playfully winking at him before adding, ”Nothing that your magic tea can't help.”
He smiled before shaking his head as if he found my answer amusing and just like that the awkward or serious situation turned to light one.
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