chapter 34

"Just leave them to me, and I'll wash them for you, But where did they get the dirt from?"

"I fell" he explained.

I inspected him for a bit to search for any apparent wounds from the fall, and then I asked,

"did you hurt yourself?"

He looked at me pensively for weird moments, I was thinking he was going to report a series of injuries after such long thinking. Unexpectedly he just replied,

"No"

I looked at the basket and I felt very lazy, we didn't have a washing machine at the time, not because we couldn't afford it, but because my stingy grandmother simply found it wasteful to purchase a machine for something we can do handily. I really had no heart to scrub and squeeze at Hamza's moment, so I sneakily said to Hamza,

"how about we have a chat for a bit? We haven't spoken at all since you came. I have sweet hawthorns too, I'll share some with you while we chat"

He nodded with an elegant smile, and then he followed me to the bench where I was sitting.

We chatted for so long, it was mai