Chapter 63

Dashtan helped Rakia move the woman’s belongings to his room. Rakia was arranging her clothes in Dashtan’s wardrobe, which was empty and unused by the man. When Dashtan had finished carrying all of Rakia’s belongings to his room, he approached the woman at his side of the room, which was a special place to store his clothes. He sat on the floor leaning against his other closed wardrobe near Rakia’s.

“You don’t want to get a new wardrobe?” Dashtan tried to make conversation.

“No, what for?” Rakia answered at once without looking at Dashtan; she was busy with her clothes.

“It might not be enough for your stuff.”

Rakia shrugged, reluctant to chat with the man, especially after the afternoon incident. To her, Dashtan was starting to feel a little stranger.

“No need, anyway if this closet is not enough I can store my other stuff in my apartment. I’ll most likely move there too.”

Dashtan snorted at Rakia’s words. He rolled his eyes and clucked, then reprimanded, “Rakia... I just want