This Time, Her Turn [Completed]

Chapter 33

Ramit was lazing on the couch unable to make a proper apology for the next day when he was going to visit his wife. His procrastination hit peaks and his mind was too unsteady to focus on drafting out his apology. Every now and then, he checked where the little dot was on the map. It was stationary throughout last week but suddenly this time, it was on the road.

He sat up straight and checked it once again. This time it was moving! As he looked on, the text on the footer, which said, '60 min. away from your current location,' changed every minute.

"Damn..." he said under his breath. He did not have much time, did he?

He looked around the house. He scrambled to make it presentable and sorted out his documents and newspapers that had piled over the teapoy as well as his clothes that seemed to be everywhere.

He checked his phone again. She was still heading his way.

"Damn!" What exactly was he going to say?

After pacing around for some time, he calmed down a little. She could be going to a friend, for all he knew. Moreover, even though she was actually coming home, he dreaded thinking about the reason. She had been serious when she said they should divorce.

He plopped into the sofa, squeezing his eyes and clasping his palms together tightly.

Time passed and she was 5 minutes away. Ramit quickly put on a shirt and a pair of pants, scolding himself for not thinking of it before. He reached the ground floor soon after.

By that time, he saw her speaking to the watchman. Beside her was the same bag she had left with. Ramit blinked his eyes, keeping any tears at bay. She was back for good!

He kept walking, quietly with purported casualness. They were yet to notice him. As he walked, he heard them.

"Is he home?"

"Yes, madam. Did you have a fight again?"

"Mind your business," he heard her say. The hoarseness of her voice made her words more intimidating, while Ramit felt sullen as he remembered that incident.

She then turned around, just as he reached them.

"You," he said, but stopped. He did not look at her face. He took her luggage and waited for her to come along.

She walked behind him silently, looking at his hand that pulled her bag.

When they waited for the lift, she quickly stole a glance. For once in her life, she felt nice about a surprise. He did not seem to be angry.

Once they entered the lift, Ramit said what he did not before the watchman. "You could have called me! Why go to the watchman?"

Geetha stole another glance. He was not angry.

"Next time, call me first. I am sorry about the last time. I thought... I thought you'd go back to your house." That was not the apology that was due at the moment, but he could not stop himself. This was something that was always on the back of his mind, but he stubbornly did not bother.

"No problem! It was a new experience watching all the cars going to their right places without anyone telling them!" she said in one single breath, finishing her sentence before the lift dinged on their floor.

As the door slid open, Geetha stepped out in a blink, trying to cover up her unusual awkwardness. When Ramit looked up at her in amusement, he saw her braid rather than her face.

Geetha waited at the door. Ramit was two steps behind.

"It's open," he said.

She twisted the knob and the two entered.