Wandee Wittaya (English Version)

Good Day #03

He is weird. I meant Doctor Wandee who restitched my wound. He said many things that I did not understand, and I have kept all the questions about the things he said and have been thinking about them for three days now.

I have been pondering those questions over and over before I understand that he forgives me and is not mad at me that I took advantage of him.

But about telling me to have some meals with him and that he would give me some monthly allowance, I do not dare to guess what he was thinking. He could not have assumed that I had sex with him because I was after his money.

I am not a scammer. I have money.

"Yak, what's wrong? You look stressed out for days. Ye asked me to ask you. He didn't dare to ask you himself. He was afraid you might have thought he was persnickety."

"Ah... Nothing's wrong." The person who asked me was Cherry, and as soon as my thought circuit comes back from thinking about Doctor Wandee, I find O-ye's eyes fixed on me from the boxing ring.

O-ye's eyes do not conceal his curiosity at all. I deny it, but Cherry shakes his head in disbelief before walking back to O-ye and they whisper something to each other.

Those two are not talking loudly probably because there are a lot of people at Phadetsuek Boxing Camp in the evening like this, so it is not appropriate to talk about something personal.

Earlier, O-ye was training many boxers whereas Cherry was sitting at the reception selling the training courses as well as explaining the training programs to new prospective clients. Once the break started, O-ye sent Cherry to ask me. Two pairs of eyes are now fixated on me. So, as I have been quietly practicing, I have to stop and walk to those two.

"Ye doesn't believe you. He said that you look miserable."

"Please tell him that I'm really okay."

"And what is it with you two? Why can't you two talk to each other? You're standing so close to each other." Cherry moves his hands and puts them on his waist, rolling his eyes at O-ye and then me as if he is condemning us and is fed up with us.

Yeah, why don't I talk to O-ye by myself? So, I turn to look at my big brother and utter a flat tone of voice.

"There's nothing wrong with me. I'm just a little worried."

"About what?"

"Someone's misunderstood me."

"What the heck have they misunderstood you about?"

"It's nothing big, and I might not see that person again. Don't mind it. I'll just... stop thinking about it."

"Okay. You don't have to practice anymore. Go get something to eat."

"What about you, Ye? Are you eating now?"

"Ye will go with me. Dinner out. So, my son, you have dinner alone today." Cherry rests his head on O-ye's shoulder. Actually, Cherry is two years older than me, but he does not let me call him 'big brother,' and he often calls me 'son.'

Possibly because O-Ye is like my father, when Cherry first started hitting on O-ye, he tried messing around with him by calling me his son. Now, as they are already dating, he still calls me his son.

"You can have dinner by yourself, right?"

"Just go. I'm a grown man. You don't have to worry about me that much."

I tell him not to worry as I glance at a digital clock on the wall. There is only a half-hour before the training camp is closed for the day. Many students are gradually leaving, but those who are tough are still practicing.