MY Pink Love

Chapter 4 Impossible

"Praw, wait!" Ninlada ran after her, barely catching the other woman's arm in time. The slender leading lady had suddenly stood up and stormed out of the dining room.

"Let go! Don't touch me. I'm leaving," Prawfha snapped back. It was impossible. She couldn't accept it. How could someone who disliked her feel this way about her? Even ghosts were less frightening than Ninlada confessing something like this to her.

"Fine, but I'll take you home," Ninlada observed the other woman's face, which showed clear displeasure. Maybe she'd pushed the beautiful woman too far.

"No need. I'll go by myself," Prawfha insisted, shaking off Ninlada's hand dismissively before hurrying out of the Burimnat Hotel grounds to hail a taxi.

"You don't have to go with me. I'll have someone take you. Please, I really don't feel safe letting you go alone," Ninlada pleaded, causing the confused woman to stop and sigh. It seemed she agreed to let the hotel staff take her home. Ninlada regretted being so straightforward; she'd scared her off. Now, she felt frustrated with herself.

For now, she had to retreat and give Prawfha more time. This path seemed incredibly difficult for someone like her, but she wouldn't back out. She'd waited for years. She'd keep trying to win her heart.

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"It's not true. It can't be," Prawfha muttered, throwing her bag onto the table and collapsing onto the sofa as soon as she reached her condo, having been dropped off by Ninlada's staff.

"Choosing, asking for a chance—those are things guys say when they want to date a girl. What is she thinking?" As she sat and pondered, her mind kept conjuring up Ninlada's sharp face, red lips, and sleek black hair, making her thoughts whirl endlessly.

"She didn't intentionally steal my boyfriends but tried to separate them from me? Oh my god. No! No!" Prawfha nearly lost her mind as she pieced it together. Why didn't she know this? Since when?

"What the hell are you thinking? No way. I can't handle this," Prawfha held her head in her hands, overwhelmed. She wasn't stupid; she could see what was happening. Just agreeing to have dinner together was enough. Ninlada had clearly planned everything in advance and cornered her.

Was I angry? Prawfha paused to think. She wasn't angry about Ninlada's intentions but was annoyed. Why didn't she approach her straightforwardly? Why did she have to make her piece it together? She didn't mind any form of love. She just had never dated a woman before.

"Ugh! What should I do now? Can we still face each other? How should I act around her? Should I keep disliking or ignore her? But we just agreed to work together. Now I know why she did all of that, even if she hasn't said it outright. Oh, what do I do?" Prawfha slapped her forehead with frustration and leaned back on the sofa, closing her eyes. This had to remain a secret. She couldn't let her friends and family know about this. She wouldn't know how to face them if Ninlada pulled this on her.

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"Ms. Praw left, huh? That's why you're sitting here with a long face," Nirut said, having been informed that his sister was resting in her private room. He came to check on her immediately.

"She did. Is it really this hard to make a girl fall in love, P' Song?" Ninlada looked dejected, her eyebrows furrowed as if she might cry, prompting her protective brother to hug her.

"Sam, don't be weak. Don't give up. This is just the beginning. Give her some time. Don't be impatient. If you're like this by just her walking away, how will you handle harder challenges? And if she agrees to date you one day, can you take care of her if you're weak and whiny like this?" Nirut comforted and advised his sister. Only the family knew how needy and spoiled the youngest Burimnat could be, a stark contrast to her tough exterior. But she wasn't like this with everyone; only her family saw this side of her.