COLD RAIN

CHAPTER 47

There was no new pot, after all.

There was a flower market near the filming location where Sailub recently stayed.

He took a fancy to a pot of snowflakes and a pot of iron jasmine that he had seen in the courtyard of the Kitjaruwannakul family.

He paid a deposit in advance.

After the rain, two pots of flowers were in full bloom. Sailub took advantage of the breaks to watch them and pour water on them.

The owner asked if he wanted to take them away today, Sailub shook his head and said, “Keep them here first, please take care of them for a while.”

The owner was puzzled and persuaded, “Didn’t you look forward to it blooming when you raised this one? Here, now that it blooms, it’s perfect to take it back to coax your wife.”

Sailub had previously told the owner that his wife at home liked to raise flowers.

He was now in a very different state of mind than he had been at the time, and this sheer cliff made him feel powerless.

He casually excused himself by saying, “Still angry with me, so I might not be able to enter the house if I take it back now.”

The owner was very happy when he heard this, “I thought only old men of our age were afraid of their wives, I didn’t expect someone young like you would be too.”

With the corners of his mouth under the mask raised helplessly,  Sailub’s gaze wandered away, and he whispered, “Yes, I’m afraid… how can I not be afraid?”

In the afternoon, he called Auntie to ask about the situation. Auntie said on the phone: “He looks the same as usual but doesn’t eat much. He doesn’t listen when I tell him not to go out in the sun, but he bought a new umbrella himself, so he shouldn’t be shone by the sun.

Sailub was taken aback for a moment, then sighed lightly: “En. The bad appetite might be because it is too hot, so make something light at night.”

Auntie asked, “Will Mr. Sailub come back for dinner?”

“I can’t, I still have work.” After a pause, Sailub continued, “If I go back, he won’t eat more. Don’t mention me in front of him, just do as he wishes.”

Before hanging up, he didn’t listen to a word of Auntie’s comfort.

After he hung up, Michael, who was sitting on the sofa smoking, smiled and said, “If I didn’t know, I’d thought you were the nanny of the family. Why, now you have fallen to the point where you can’t even go back home? Did you raise a lover or a great buddha?”

Since the last time they had a fight in front of the Kitjaruwannakul family’s house,  Michael’s words to Sailub were even more weird, as if he felt uncomfortable if he didn’t tease him every few sentences.

The two of them had been very close since they were kids that this little conflict couldn’t affect their rock-solid friendship.

They still thought of each other whenever they had nothing to do or were in trouble.

This was why Michael came to visit the set now and got to know the director of the variety show well enough to supply the venue for the next part of the shooting in the capital.

“Isn’t your business over?” Sailub didn’t even look at him, “I’m going to rest, so you can go.”

Michael snorted and said, shaking off the ash from his cigarette, “I can still stay in the country for a month, and at this point I left my date to come to you. Not only don’t you feel touched, you are kicking me out, are you even human?”