Lost Memory Of Love

Chapter 9 Souvenir

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It's early morning when Prapai's flight arrives at Suvernabhumi airport, Bangkok.

Prapai walks out of the gate wearing sunglasses while pulling his suitcase. He slept through the entire flight, so the light feels hard on the eyes right now.

He sees a woman with long wavy hair and fair white skin wearing a pinkish-gray long dress in front of him; very eye-catching standing among the crowd. She's the daughter of the University principal, so she naturally has great qualities; the people around can't help but glance her way, probably to see whom she's waiting for. She, on the other hand, is only holding a cellphone, standing on her tiptoes with her arms slightly crossed, keeping a lookout.

Prapai doesn't pause his footsteps, and walks directly past her.

"Prapai!" she shouts; her voice is mellow and sweet. Quite a few people glance over at them.

Prapai doesn't stop his footsteps. But she has already caught up to him. She reaches out her hand to take over pulling his suitcase.

Prapai moves his hand and avoids her. His face is expressionless as he continues walking forward.

"I already said that you didn't need to come pick me up," his voice is cold.

The girl does not respond.

They both don't talk along the way.

Once they exit from the revolving door, the girl says, "I was afraid that you wouldn't be able to catch a cab at night, so I went to your place and drove the car over." She takes out the car key, and Prapai immediately snatches them.

"Who said you could drive my car?" He walks ahead by himself, "Don't touch my car again."

The girl watches his back. The parking lot is especially quiet at this time. Prapai throws the suitcase into the trunk, and opens the car door. The girl walks to the passenger side, and just as she is about to open the door, she sees Prapai taking off his sunglasses and turning his head over her way.

"You sit in the back," he says.

The girl's hand freezes on the car handle for a few seconds, and then closes the door. She goes to the back, pulls open the door, and sits inside.

They don't talk during the ride.

There are more cars on the road once they exit the highway, so their car speed slows down.

Aya Anurak has been staring at his side profile all this time, but he hasn't once turned around.

"Did you find 'Him' this time?" she asks softly.

"It's got nothing to do with you."

Aya folds her arms. A hint of smile crosses her eyes.

"Prapai," she says, "what do we have to do to make you believe that the 'Him' you're looking for has never actually existed. You don't believe my words, you don't believe your friends' words, and you don't believe your mom and dad's words. It's just an imagination and dream that you had while you were unconscious for a year! Even the psychologist said so! If you continue like this, what will everyone do? What about Uncle and Auntie (his mom and dad)?"

Prapai Parks the car, "Are you done? Whomever I'm trying to find is my business. No matter how much my mom and dad likes you and takes you as their daughter-in-law, you will never be my wife. You got it?"

"You're home," Prapai places both of his hands on the steering wheel, "Get off."

From his back view, his neck is very straight just like his side profile; there's not a hint of gentleness or curvature.