WHY?

Next Day.

Rose's point of view :

Scene from the college,

"He lied? Really?" Jessy asked again puzzled.

"Yes" I simply said.

"So, you mean to say that he just simply refused to accept that he carries some unique kind of knife around with him." She said again.

"Yes. He said I might have mistaken a pen as a knife. Can you believe him?" I told her.

"Did you?" I heard her asking back immediately then.

"WHAT?" I was bewildered by her response.

"I am sorry but it could be a possibility. Why would he carry a knife with him?" She replied back with a frown.

I narrowed my eyes on her and said "Not you at least." 

"Okay. I am sorry. I didn't mean to imply that you are lying. But maybe....uh, you are mistaken." She replied with hesitation.

"Yes because I am that dumb, right?" I told her in a louder voice with a glare.

"Oh, come on! You don't have to get offended" she whines.

"You know what I don't want to talk about my weirdo husband especially not with you anymore" I said and with that moved to walk out of the canteen.

"Come on!"is the last thing I heard from her before walking away.

 TWO HOURS LATER,

Coming back to the house, I was surprised to see Daniel at home.

He did leave for work in the morning.

"Hi," he said, which made me look back at him.

"Hi" I replied back and just when I was about to turn to walk towards the bedroom, I heard him saying " Are you still upset?" 

"Pardon me?" I asked back.

"Are you still upset about the conversation we had yesterday?" He asked again.

"Yes," I replied quite frankly.

Taking a sigh, he turned back to focus on his work.

So he still won't accept the truth and just gonna ignore me now.

Fine!

Two can play the game dear husband!

I ignored him too and walked towards the bedroom.

I had enough!

Walking in, I decided to look for the knife myself.

He would obviously not keep it in his study table drawers so where else could it be? Walking towards the cupboard, I looked for it in his suit but found nothing.

My eyes went down to a drawer in the extreme bottom, I tried to open it but it was locked.

This could be it! He surely must have hid it here but how do I open it?

"It won't open without the key" I heard Daniel's voice from right behind me that made me freeze on my spot. His voice was cold enough to give me chills.

F*CK!

My heart thundered and my hands started trembling instinctively.

 I am caught!

I could sense him right behind me.

Swallowing hard, I slowly turned to face him with a straight face. I cannot let him know that I am scared even though I am. I am sure that he would be able to hear my erratic heartbeats if he came any closer.

"Why is it locked?" I asked him back in an audible voice.

"There are some confidential documents in there. "he replied back with a stoic face.

"But you can have the key. Here " he said, extending the key, like it meant nothing.

I was bewildered by his reaction.

I just stared at his hand and then at him staying rooted on my spot.

That easily?

"But you won't get what you are looking for inside there" he added with a smirk. 

The scared and puzzled expressions on my face now turned into an annoyed one seeing his smug face and instead I just decided to walk out of the room.

"I don't want it" are the words I said before walking out.

"Are you SURE?" I heard him asking back.

Walking out bathed in embarrassment, I wished for nothing more but the ground to open up and swallow me as whole.

 

LATER THE EVENING,

Scene from the dining area,

We were having our dinner in an awkward silence.

Awkward because after being caught in the morning and him acting all cool back then, I felt like an idiot for my act.

Trust me, Over-thinking is a curse. I wish I lacked critical thinking.

"Rose, I need a piece of butter. Can you please pass me the table KNIFE?" He asked emphasising particularly on the word 'knife'.

I could see the right side corner of his mouth curved up into a smirk 

I understood what he was trying to do.

"Why don't you just use the one you carry around?' I replied back with a smirk too.

Take that weirdo!

He looked at me intensely for a brief minute before bending a little ahead and then said in mere whisper "Because it's not for cutting butter"

Okay..

Fear crawled in my nerves.

Why do I feel this conversation is actually going in a completely different tangent now?

Swallowing, I tried hard to keep my poker face on and asked "Then what is it for?"

My voice came out squeaky contrary to how I imagined it in my head.

Damn it!

His smirk soon formed into a full fledged creepy smile because clearly he sensed my fear.

With another heavy sigh, he looked at me like his gaze would pierce my soul.

"You wouldn't want to know" he said with a straight face and that was enough to shut the curious mouth of mine.

 I just couldn't ask him any further. 

Fraught silence filled the room.