Who Is War Wanarat?

Nonsense Days

02 April 2022_ Saturday

Author's POV:

War opened his eyes slowly. A splitting headache welcomed him first thing in the morning.

He decided to check the time to see how much he slept.

It had been 15 hours! It wasn't morning. It was 5 p.m.

Huh?

War was surprised because he wasn't that fond of sleep. Also, he was a doctor and he was used to sleeping 4 hours a day.

The only logical explanation he could think of was that he turned into a koala bear in his sleep. He checked if he had two thumbs on his supposed paws.

Nope. That wasn't it. He wasn't craving leaves either.

When he got up, things got weirder. He wasn't in the same clothes he wore yesterday. He was wearing tight leather pants with chains, some sort of black gothic shirt and a terrible black waistcoat. He even had a choker. He looked like he just left the front raw of Rammstein concert.

He got up quickly and went to the bathroom to find a mirror.

He couldn't believe his eyes.

He had make up. Eyeliners around his eyes, and what appeared to be a lipstick stains around his mouth, like he made out with someone. Someone wearing lipstick.

Given his unreasonable fear of clowns, he didn't think he kissed one!

He washed his face and changed his clothes.

He looked at his phone and saw a text message from his accountant.

"Hello Mr. Ratsameerat,

I'm writing to you regarding the issue of your request to buy a new car.

It's a very bad financial decision, especially considering your will to quit your current job, and I advise against it.

I don't know where this sudden luxury sports car interest came from, but unless you want to be homeless by the end of the year and to start living in your car(?!), please don't go through with it.

Give me a call as soon as possible."

Sports car? War couldn't even ride a bike fast. Also, his accountant was right, he couldn't afford that!

Besides, what was that nonsense about quitting his job? He loved his job!

Nothing made sense. He was sure he went straight home yesterday.

He decided to have some coffee and aspirin before reaching to any conclusion, because his body was screaming for attention.

He went to his kitchen/living room.

Panic was building inside of him intensely.

There were six people sleeping. They were on his couch, on his chair, and on his floor! He knew none of them.

He was going to call the police when one of them started to wake up.

A beautiful blonde girl opened her eyes slightly and asked: "Sammy?"

War didn't respond.

"Sammy, are you okay?"

She got up and approached War with a worried face.

War cleared his throat. "Do I know you?"

She got visibly upset. "What the f*** Samuel? You put your tongue down on my throat yesterday and now you act like you don't know me? Just say you don't want to see me again like a real man."