First day of work

On the one side where my Maa is serving him--more likely piling his plate- with food and ther is dad talking about some random business career of his while on the other side my sister is clenching and unclenching her fork in her hands with rage like she wants to stab his eyes out of him.

She is the only person in the house who knew what he did to me. It's not like I can hide anything from her and vice versa.I can understand her hate towards him. She is controlling herself very nicely I say.

Because if you reverse the roles, I would have killed that guy who dared to hurt my sister even before he could take one bite of food let alone getting pampered like this.

"Oh no no Aunty. Don't give me so much. I am already so full." Satan brat said wiping his mouth from a tissue paper.

I rolled my eyes at that. Pretentious.