Кeep me

In captivity of everyday life

7:32 a.m. Thailand. Monday. November. 2020 Sangdet.

Sangdet woke up to the ringing of the phone. Opening her eyes, she saw on the screen a cute photo of her daughter and father at a family holiday. She sighed.

 - But I woke up! Why call me every morning? - she thought annoyed.

She had zero desire to talk to Chatur. Turning off the phone, she threw it on a large white sheet. The sun was already shining brightly through the silk curtains of her luxurious apartments in the new building. Sangdet stretched and looked at her wall, where there were pictures of different places: Madrid, Oslo, New York. She once dreamed of traveling and taking pictures, seeing Buckingham Palace, the Coliseum and the Norwegian fjords. But these were only naive children's dreams.

- Not today! - she waved at the wall and reluctantly got out of bed.

A shower in the morning was the only consolation. Passing by the mirror, she stopped and quietly muttered to herself:

- Well, hello, disappointment!

Looking at her from the mirror was a young incredibly beautiful girl with black hair and deep brown eyes. She was charming, but her gaze was so dead that it seemed that there was more life in death itself than in her. Sangdet had not seen herself there for a long time. She opened the curtains and a crowd of sun bunnies jumped into the room, blinding her:

- It will be hot again today, she said and went to the closet.

A large closet resembled a room. Sangdet smiled.

This is where my choices end.... she said and took a long black dress from the rack. After adding a beige jacket to the image, she left the apartment.

The street greeted Sangdet with unprecedented heat. Although it was already November in Thailand, there is no coolness. Another brand new Nissan Ariya, which her father gave her for her birthday, was showing off in the parking lot.

 - I need coffee....

A small cozy cafe two blocks from the hotel always saved her from unnecessary interaction with the employees and her father, who liked to have breakfast in the hotel restaurant. The coffee shop always smelled of coffee and pastries. Each time, Sangdet caught herself thinking that it calmed her down.

Upon entering the hotel, the father was already standing in the lobby. A tall man with gray hair, he radiated confidence, malice and hatred for everything that was not part of his plan. Sangdet was the heiress of the family hotel business corporation. More precisely, he decided so, and she had no right to object. Chatur raised her with this thought in mind. Every time she tried to meet new people, her father immediately checked them. He constantly forbade communication with those he did not like. Chatur always believed that people are garbage that hinder success. Therefore, he was not interested in his daughter's life. He wanted her to be obedient, hardworking and efficient in business.

 - Good morning, Kun Chatur. Sangdet said, trying to sound polite.

-  Good morning, Sangdet. A new client will come to us today. His room is a suite. Do everything so that he is satisfied.

 - I understand. - said Sangdet meekly.

Although she did not understand. I didn't want to understand. Why is she? Why does she have to live someone else's life. She didn't understand why she had to serve someone who didn't value her as a person. She did not understand why she had to live for other people's interests.

  - OK, then go to work. I hope you do everything right. - said the father already going to his office.

Sangdet tried to hide any feelings that were coming out. She wanted to scream. She wanted to throw out the flower garden that stood in the middle of the foyer and shout that she didn't need all this, that it wasn't hers. But she remained silent - it was the only thing left for her. Since childhood, she had planned to break free from his control, but closer to the age of 25, all her hopes disappeared, so she continued to live by inertia.