He knew perfectly well-he told me with his eyes-that his questions annoyed me, that his everlasting efforts to poke his nose into my life were indiscreet and unreasonable.
Ondotxo zekien-begiez esaten zidan-bere galderek gogaitu egiten nindutela, nire bizitzan nahasteko bere gogo etengabe hori jakinnahikeria zela, zuritu-ezina.