Forty eight
When I threw the door to our room open, something hard and strong bumped into me sending me to the floor. Amir fell on me trying to grip me. He kept screaming moving away from me to the wall. His hair dripped with water, his body glazed with soap that had not being washed and towel wrapped loosely around his waist. “Amir, what is wrong?” My frightful voice cut through his scream. “Co…co…co…” he stuttered pointing at the room. “What? Tell me please” I pleaded running to him diverting my gaze a bit to the room, my heart clenching from the fear in his eyes and fright on his face. “c**k…..cockroach! A cockroach is in the bathroom” he spilled holding my hand. What! I did the first thing that came to my mind. I slapped him hard on the shoulder. “Ouch! What was that for?” he cried out, his
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