I was going to call the Police should the
washing continue to the later hours, but the image of Leila’s fiancé was somewhat unnerving. Besides, that night Leila did not do her
washing. Probably she had tediously
done so during my absence, only to have found out that she wasted her
electricity for nothing because I had not been there to suffer the noise. Her high heels could be heard on my ceiling
though. It conveyed her mood that she
was irritated. Being with her beloved
did not seem to improve her mood. Who
said that love conquers all? Not the
dark desire to harm the others from the looks of it.
The following morning her high heels left
the apartment. I was surprised to see
her fiancé standing by the window of the stairs in the afternoon. I did not ask any questions, but he started
gloating on his high educational degrees.
And he found himself living in Leila’s room with no day jobs? I would accept that as appropriate from
writers and artists only. He went back
to Leila’s place and to my surprise, started the washing machine. Once was normal, but he repeated. Now that is unusual in men. My apology in advance for stereotyping, but
aren’t men generally pigs who hate washing?
I found it difficult to concentrate on my home
works under the tedious washing machine noise, but I was further dismayed when
I heard Leila’s high heels came home.
Their washing machine continued until 12:00 but I could not call the
police. Something made me hesitate. I was only glad that it stopped and fell
asleep immediately.
I was woken up by the banging on the
ceiling. It was 03:00. The banging was repeated like 20 times. I froze.
Then as if that had not been enough, the man started banging a furniture
on his floor/my ceiling. It had to be
the man because a woman could not lift up a furniture repeatedly to strike it
down on the floor. My only thought was ‘why?’ I knew Leila was a dark character, but would
a man go along with her sick game? How
suited they were to each other. And they
would be sick enough to have their revenge if I ever called the police on them. This was why Mr. A. had not done so. To be continued.

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