Nine days have passed since my last memory. And today I will start what I have planned during that time. I spent practically five days at my parents' house and as a result, my boss called me for explanations because he said there would be only three days.
In these remaining four days, my relationship with Ashwin has gotten weird. We continued with the consultation, I usually ask him questions, Ashwin responds naturally, without showing sarcasm or even joy of having me around. He just answers me as if I were anybody and that ended up in an argument in which I asked what had happened and he said that it just wasn't right. But I never believed that Ashwin had anger to the extreme because he almost hit me, but he stopped halfway because he would never be able to do it and I thanked him for it, otherwise things would get worse between us. At this moment, I was finishing the consultation with Ashwin and he was looking at Mr as I wrote in the notebook. He always did this to try to find out what I write so much.
"Ashwineyy, I'm going," I sighed and faced him, "Next time, try to be less rude. I will not be able to help you improve, since right now you are actually progressing." I was harsh, looking away from him, and got up from the floor.
Yes, unfortunately, the asylum did not provide the chairs and table for the room. I turned my back on him, but before I could reach the door, Ashwin snatched the bag from me and I quickly turned towards him.
"What is it," I asked nervously, "Give me back my bag, now," I ordered. But, it looks like Ashwin didn't take it seriously.
"Or if not what," he challenged me.
"I go through that door, call Arjun and ask him to meet me here and now. And then we'll see what he wants to tell me so badly," I said harshly. I wasn't kidding today. It was a very decisive day in my life and he, looking at me like that, as if I were a toy he could command, infuriated me. As I said that, Ashwin threw the bad hard at me and pointed a finger at me.
