"I don't think you should eat pizza anymore" Pinky called out from the other side of the bathroom door.
Geet would have agreed but she couldn't, she instead threw up once again clutching onto her stomach. "I think I'm dying" she cried out. The pain in her stomach was too much.
"It's probably food poisoning but then we didn't get it" Pinky mumbled. "I'll get make some dry toast for you, it should help settle your stomach" she called out and walked away scrunching her noise as she heard Geet once again throwing up violently.
Once the morning episode of sickness was gone, Geet stepped into the shower and washed herself thoroughly, she washed her body at least 3 to 4 times thinking the stench of the sick was on her. Her nose was sensitive to the tiniest scent.
"Was it food poisoning or something?" Pinky asked as she walked out of her room dressed for work. This morning, she slipped into a black t-shirt and a floral knee length skirt. She wondered whether she should go for heels or flats, with the way her morning started and the fact she wasn't still feeling too good, she settled for dolly shoes which were perfectly fitted.
"I don't know" Geet lied. She knew and she knew the reason behind her sickness. She needed to find a place fast if she was going to keep up with her lies.
"Anyway here's some dry toast" Pinky passed her a plate. "Avoid like milk and yoghurts this morning" she added. "And take these crackers, they'd help" she pushed a packet towards her.
"Thanks Pinky" Geet smiled and chewed on her dry toast, it wasn't nice.
She missed her mother's warm breakfast, warm aloo paratha with melting butter.
She snapped out of her thoughts and finished her dry toast quickly, then grabbed her handbag and was out the door waving bye to Pinky.
As she walked towards the school, she wondered how long she could hide this from everyone. She wasn't surrounded by illiterate people anymore, she wouldn't be able to fool anyone for long. Before all that, she'd have to find a place to stay first. She can't live at Pinky's place forever, Pinky needs her privacy as does she. However, with the small amount she's getting, how was she going to get a small suitable apartment for herself?
She couldn't just think of herself, she had someone else to think about as well.
"You dirty bas***d" Savitri scowled as Maan returned from escorting last night's companion out the door.
"Dadima, seriously? We're living in the 21st century" he rolled his eyes and pored himself a coffee. "I don't understand why you're getting riled. I'm sure dadaji had his fair share of women before he married you".
"We weren't stray dogs back in my day, we waited for the one person" she frowned.
"Whatever mother Theresa" he rolled his eyes.
"Are you serious about that girl?" she questioned.
"Dadima, I just went out with her 3 times. She isn't the one so I explained to her this morning. I'm quite impressed, she took it in her stride and accepted it quickly".
"Maybe, because she knows you're a rotten bas..." Savitri stopped herself seeing her great grandson walk into the dining room. "Ryan" she grinned widely. "What will you have son?"
"I want cereal" he answered without looking up from his mobile.
Savitri shook her head seeing Ryan focused on his phone, then glanced over at Maan who also had his phone out now and was tapping away furiously. "What is this world coming to?" she murmured to herself as none of the boys in the room were paying attention.
Geet was lost in her thoughts as she walked towards the school, all she could do was think about what the future held for her. What other challenges was she going to face?
So lost in her thought, she stepped onto the road to cross it without sparing a glance at either sides. She inhaled sharply hearing a harsh screech of a car and stood frozen.
She swallowed thickly seeing the angriest pair of eyes and squeezed her eyes shut when she noted he shoved open his door and climbed out.
"I didn't see you" she stated quickly and opened her eyes.
"Clearly" Maan grated. "You could've killed us all" he pointed towards his nephew in the car.
"I'm sorry, I just..."
"Save your sorry, Miss Disaster" Maan snapped. "Let me know if you need glasses" he turned and walked towards his side of the car. "Cross the road now, I would like to drive. Or I'm going to run you over".
Geet gaped for a brief moment and jerked when he pressed his horn, unable to hold back she flipped him her middle finger surprising Maan.
What the... She blanched at her own reaction and ran before she could hear an earful again from him. Something about that man grated her nerves.
"Shut the hell up" Maan snapped at his nephew who'd broke out laughing seeing Geet flipping her middle finger to his uncle. No one was that bold with his uncle.
"She's so great, I think I'm falling in love with her" Ryan laughed even more swiping the tears from his eyes. "She is hilarious and makes you work it".
Geet glanced around as she walked into the school, she prayed silently that she didn't come across Maan Khurana. She didn't know what excuse she was going to give him for flipping him off. She could lie and say that her hands a little disabled or often flips the bird to random people?
It doesn't sound so believable though, maybe she could say... no she can't. He'd just bark his head off if she were to say that. She could always say that he provoked her middle finger but then she was sure he'd walk her straight to the office and speak to the principle and get her fired.
She safely made it to Mrs Singh's classroom without having to see Mr Khurana.
"Hey Geet" Kiara walked over towards Geet in the break room. "Have you had any luck with an apartment yet or are you still looking?"
"Still looking, I'm trying to find one within my budget" Geet explained. "I've had a look around and its quite expensive" she added.
"Have you looked into house share apartments?" Kiara questioned.
"Um not really" Geet answered, she wouldn't be able to house share not with...
"There's some good house sharing opportunities out there, people don't want to spend their whole income on the rent or mortgage so house share might be perfect for you".
"Thanks for the suggestion, I'll think about it" Geet responded politely. House share wasn't an option she would take, however.
"Kiara, you're wanted by Braden in the gym" Bridget walked into the break room.
"I'll talk to you later" Kiara excused herself.
"No snogging in front of our students" Bridget called out.
"We're not going out!" Kiara snapped over her shoulder as she walked out.
"So, Geet how are you finding it?" Bridget asked as she made herself a coffee. "How's Mrs Singh?"
"She's nice, she isn't how Kiara made her out to be" Geet chuckled.
"Kiara likes scaring new teachers like that" Bridget agreed. "Mrs Singh is a wonderful teacher here though. The kids do appreciate her more when they receive their exam results".
"They're surely lucky, back in my home town we were lucky if our teachers attended a full day" Geet responded. "I'd have loved someone like Mrs Singh" she added.
"Are you settling in okay in the city?" Bridget asked.
"Yeah, it's taking some time and its different, but I am liking it"
"It was the same for me as well, it was because of my husband I moved here from Spain" Bridget informed. "He's indian" she added.
"Are you chewing Miss Mishra's ear off about your boring husband?" Maan walked over towards the kitchen grabbing himself an apple from the bowl.
"Shut up" Bridget smacked his shoulder. "Damn your muscles" she huffed waving her hand furiously.
"Well, you wouldn't be cursing my muscles had you gone to the gym and swapped those flabby fat of yours into muscles" Maan commented.
"Arsehole" Bridget grated making Maan laugh. "I'll see you around Geet, and Maan go f yourself up" she hissed.
"I am fine in that department" he winked then turned to Geet who'd slowly shifted away. "I won't eat you Miss Mishra" he commented.
"About this morning... I shouldn't have, um... in front of your nephew" Geet started.
"No, you shouldn't have" Maan stated.
Geet frowned, "Well it was your fault".
"Weren't you just starting to apologise?" Maan arched his brows.
"I was going to, but you've got such a big ego" Geet snapped. "You couldn't just let me finish, you just had to make it clear I shouldn't have!"
"Are you on your periods or something?" Maan questioned boldly. "You're overreacting a lot, are your hormones unbalanced or something? Or is something wrong with you?"
Geet gasped at his straight laced questioned. "What is wrong with you?" she hissed once she gathered her thoughts together.
"What's wrong with me. What's wrong with you?"
"You don't ever ask a woman such questions" Geet bit out.
"You're definitely a woman?" Maan smirked perusing her, "With those flailing fingers and that face, I seem to be have mistaken you".
"You're such an arse" Geet scowled and turned to leave the break room.
"Miss Mishra" Maan called out.
She didn't turn, she continued walking towards the door.
"That feisty mouth is good on you, I prefer this mouth of yours than the village one"
Geet smiled unwillingly and walked out shaking her head mentally feeling good.
Hope you enjoyed this update.
Will try posting another update over the weekend xx
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