"Hey, tell me."
"What?"
"Why are you upset?"
Today is another day where I stayed at Khun Sam's house, as usual. Now we're watching The Masked Singer - a TV show - which I don't know what the prize is for the winner, but it's cool. In the case of my parents, they are not worried about me because they know exactly where I am and I don't have to wake up early or come back late at night.
"I'm not upset."
I reply sullenly, even though I don't believe what I said myself.
"I'm just just..."
"Only..."
"Only..."
"Just..."
I tried to figure out what I feel before sighing.
"I'm just grumpy knowing you kissed Jim on the cheek. It's bullshit."
"Um, really."
I glare at her. Now she should have said something to cheer me up.
But it's insane.
"I am used to it. This is my way."
"Hmm?"
The beautiful woman looks at me and shrugs.
"When Tee was trying to kiss you, I was just as grumpy. So, I understand you now."
"Serious?"
I'm feeling more normal. I'm not weird.
"Would you be this grumpy with Tee or Jim or Kate?"
"Not only you."
"Because I?"
"Then, I say the same, why me?"
"Hmm."
"Hmm."
Now our brains are working.
"Can I ask you something?" I ask her.
"Yes, what is it?"
"What kind of relationship is ours?"
She acts like she's thinking deeply and looks at me.
"We have a big age difference.... so we're not friends... should we be sisters or something?"
"..."
"What is your problem?"
"I don't know. I'm moody."
"Are you menstruating?"
I put a pillow on my lap for Khun Sam.
"I better go to bed. My emotions are not stable today. Even though I said we're sisters, I'm in a bad mood."
"Then what do you want to be mine?... Ah! I know."
she says excitedly. And I'm interested to know.
"You want to be my slave!"
"..."
"I mean, my maid. My grandmother used to call them maids."
"Good evening."
And I run to bed. Khun Sam keeps talking about what I should be.
Jim's wedding ceremony is coming up. Khun Sam will be godmother. Today she left the office early because she needs to try on dresses with her friends. So I go back to my house. And this is why she texts me every 10 minutes,
Boss: Are you home?
Boss: What did you have for dinner?
Boss: Did you shower?
