Ladies

I sipped on my tea. Turn a page on my book. Read. Sigh. Tap my finger. Turn a page. Read. Sip on my tea. Gulp. Face palm.

What the hell...

I closed then put my book down on my lap. I crossed my legs and arms before staring at Neodelle who was squinting his eyes on me the entire time in the reception area. I think I shouldn't have gone out of my room.

"What do you want?" I asked. "Are you planning to kill me or are you cursing me a million times in your head?"

But instead of answering me, he closed his eyes as his eyebrows met, looking like he was thinking of something.

"These days, I feel weird."

"You also act weird."

"And like someone is watching me."

"You're just over thinking."

"And sometimes I think I get a glimpse on some white cloth even there's none."

"Hallucinating."

"And I thing I hear some giggles of women in my room."

"You know what? Go to a mental institute."

He glared at me. "I'm not joking."