Wandee Wittaya (English Version)

Good Day #00

"I like you."

"I like you too, Dee."
"Then, shall we start seeing each other?"
"Er... you meant liking as a significant other? But I don't like you asa lover."

Depressed...

So depressed, I bury my face onto my desk in my office. It is Friday evening that my paycheck is issued. Shouldn't I be happier?

But not at all, I am not happy at all right now. In my mind, besides work, it is filled with the fact that I was rejected by an older friend with whom I had been secretly in love for eight whole years.

He said that he did not like me as a lover.

He looked at me as a brother...

And I was too damn good, so I did not fit into his type at all.

Too good. Too fricking good...

I always behave myself in a good way because Ter said at the student assembly himself when he was the student president... that he liked good people.

...Shit.

......Darn!

.........Damn you, you son of a bitch!

It is like the world is shattering and the sky is crumbling down. Becoming a better person for someone feels so fucking empty.

I spring up from the wide desk, pushing the chair back slightly for the comfort of my legs while my hands are fumbling through the scatter of stuff in front of me in search of my phone. I then call my best friend immediately.

Please forgive me for being emotional. I am a victim of love.

"Heyyy!"

[Yeah?]

"Let's go drink."

[What!?]

"Can't you drop the 'what,' Kao? I'm just asking you to join me for the drinks."

[Are you being possessed?] The person at the other end asks me. Kao or Pakao's voice sounds totally surprised when I ask him to go out for the drinks out of the blue.

It is indeed surprising because for such a long, long time, a person like Wandee has never asked a friend to go out and drink.

Because all this time I have been trying to be a good person for that damn Ter.

I don't drink.

I don't smoke.

I don't flirt with any woman.

I don't compliment any man.

I have been living in the decent norms.

I wake up at 6:00 a.m.

I give food offerings to monks.

And I give offerings to monks on every Buddhist holy day.

In the end, I got heartbroken... and ended up being only like a brother.

"No more Mr. Good Guy!"

[Dee, are you feeling worse?]

"Yeah, the more I think, the more depressed I feel." I sniffle loudly because I am about to start crying. With my best friend who knows everything from the beginning, I do not have to tell him a lot. As Pakao hears me sob once, he lets out a sigh. It is loud enough for me to perceive his mental tiredness.

[I'll pick you up.]

"Hurry. I'll be waiting." I am the one who hangs up the phone. Then, I toss the phone onto the pile of stuff that is a mess in front of me. However, this time I do not lay my head down feeling completely beaten. I just get up, put my stuff into my bag and get ready to go out to have drinks.

My raison d'être has tremendously changed.

Please remember... Wandee will no longer be Mr. Good Guy.

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