Chapter fifteen

Miran was standing before the kitchen table, stuffing his face with the food Soran was preparing for Irem. “That’s for your mother,” Soran told him off, trying not to scold him.

“Fuck off,” Miran insulted him as Soran sighed, giving up.

“Where’s your girlfriend?” Miran inquired with food in his mouth.

“Don’t talk with a mouth full of food. My girlfriend? You mean your mother?” Soran replied.

“Ah great thank you for admitting that!” Miran smirked with sarcasm in his voice.

“Look, I know you’re not an idiot, you understand things -”

“Well your girlfriend clearly thinks I am an idiot!”

“Stop with the ‘your girlfriend’ phrasing, she’s your mother!” Soran responded with an increase in his volume, his frustration was evident with the way Miran spoke about his mother. “She’s just trying to protect your feelings!”