19 Chapter Nineteen

She was fidgeting on her side in the bed. She was turning left to right, right to left and then straight glaring at the ceiling.

He peeped at him. He was scooting his fingers rapidly on the keyboard.

" What's disturbing you? " He said. His eyes were still locked with the screen.

"Ho-w do you know every time? " She popped her elbow on the bed and glanced at him without blinking her eyes.

" You're my wife." He said, still he didn't glance at her.

" It doesn't make um, any sense. When I wasn't your wife you still guessed right," she said, moving her eyes back on the ceiling and laying on her back.

" What doesn't make sense, Bebe? Our marriage or my sentence. " He said. He tried to talk calmly but failed.

" I I did not mean that. " She fussed.