We are...คือเรารักกัน (We are... we are in love)

Chapter 3: Make A Deal (Part 1)

Proofreader: azzianna
"Where are you taking me? Do you think you're the hero of a Hong Kong mafia movie? The country has rafters and purlins*. It's considered kidnapping. You will go to jail. Did you hear what I said? If you don't want to eat red rice at Bang Kwang**, just drop me off right now. Don't you understand Thai? I tell you to drop me off. You-know? Stop the car, stop, stoppppp!!!!"

[* บ้านเมืองมีขื่อมีแป (idiom) The country has law to protect its citizens
** กินข้าวแดง (idiom) go to jail. Red rice is old rice that has been stored for many years. It is not red brown rice but it is yellowish colored rice, strange smell, not very appetizing. In the past Thai prisoners ate red rice because it's cheap.
***Bang Kwang Central Prison]

I shouted like a crazy person in the car but the truly crazy person (I don't want to call him by his name, my mouth will feel disgusted) was still silent, just kept looking at the road and continuing driving. It's like my words didn't reach his eardrum. I really like these kinds of people who drive like they don't love life.

"Do you know how many criminal laws you are breaking? Restraining and holding me captive, driving recklessly, threatening, kidnapping. Do you think that if you have money you can do evil to anyone? Do you think you are rich so you're more powerful than others?"

The only response was a long honk and the passing of the left-hand side of a sixteen-wheeler truck within a hair's breadth. I hadn't even had time to think about my father and mother's faces when I stopped breathing for a moment. Feeling the tingling in my chest like my heart dropped into my stomach. My stomach felt sharply upset. Even if I hadn't died in a car accident, I might have died of a heart attack because of his insane driving skills like he just robbed a bank. I already know how excellent your car is, so please never turn left at high speed again. Oh, I just noticed that this is a three-pointed star convertible sport car. Shit, I never thought I would have the luck to sit in it. But was it a merit for my ass or not? I didn't dare answer. If I wasn't in a dangerous situation like this I might as well shout out my excitement at having the opportunity to experience the car of my dreams.

But now I wanted to save my life first and admire the car for later. Because that asshole stepped on the accelerator. If Dom Toronto of Fast and Furious saw you, he might swear why you're in such a hurry to die?

[T/N: Dom 2009 might swear but Dom 2023 will say "Let's race!"]

"I can file a report for your arrest. Oh, and I can also claim damages. You will definitely be punished if you don't let me go. Don't forget that there are three witnesses who knew that the last person I was with was you."

"Uh."

I chanted Chinnabanchorn* three times and gave another six-hundred-page speech... But you just replied Uh???

Oh fuck, Ai...

[* Chinnabanchorn are popular Buddhist Incantations]

It was the first time I met someone like this since I was born. I thought people like him only existed in lakorns and movies. It's a pity that his gorgeous face, that is, sculpted by the hand of God with love, give the impression of being unapproachable. His perfect eyebrows furrowed. His eyes are fierce and sharp, yet they mirror the ocean. Both beautiful and frightening, and too mysterious to know what he is thinking.

[T/N: Handsome boy-crazy mode turn on 😑]

Thin, light-colored lips stretched straight for a long time before a smile appeared. Perhaps it was just a hint of a smile. He only lifted up the corners of his mouth a little bit. He looks like a precious and perfect sculpture. But no matter how beautiful it is, a sculpture is just a lifeless thing. It possesses no soul. That's what I felt from this man. For today, I would like to end the Art 101 class here. Students! Salute to the teacher!