Busaya, who had spent almost half the day with the bodies of the victims, finally left the Research Institute building, exhausted. It had been almost a month, and the police had still not obtained any significant new leads, as the plane's black box had not been found. This was delaying the investigation process more than expected, except for the testimonies of the witnesses, which included the company that operated the plane rental service.
As she stood there, undecided about what to do next—whether to go back to her dorm or go get something to eat at the market near the institute—a familiar black sedan pulled up right in front of her. Bua felt a strange feeling, and although she didn’t recognize the car right away, for some reason she had the feeling that she knew the owner of the vehicle. Then the passenger side window rolled down, revealing the driver’s face.
“I knew it…”
"Why didn’t you reply to my messages?"
The familiar voice made Bua snort.
"And why didn’t you tell me you were coming?"
Busaya replied with another question.
"So I wouldn’t come."
"Get in the car."
"Can I do it another day? I’m sleepy today."
"And is there ever a day when you’re not sleepy, you sleepyhead?"
Bua just shrugged before walking away in the direction of the market, where she planned to buy something for dinner that day and then do what she wanted most at that moment.
Sleep...
Everyone knew Bua’s reputation for sleeping. Dr. Busaya was known as someone who could sleep at any time and in any place. She herself wondered where she had inherited this habit from. Her first hypothesis was that it could have come from primitive human ancestors, who perhaps had nights longer than days, which made her spend more time sleeping than living like modern humans.
Or perhaps, in fact, Bua had simply been accumulating fatigue since her college days until the beginning of her career. She valued her sleep time more than anything else. If someone or something interrupted the moment she had planned to rest, she simply ignored it. But there was only one person Bua allowed to interfere in this moment: her advisor. As for the others... no way.
Phinya get out of the car and stand in front of Bua and said:
"Get in the car."
The voice insisted, now closer.
"Can it be tomorrow? Or send me a message complaining and I'll answer right away, I promise."
Said Bua, exhausted from spending the whole day in the lab, while pretending to pick up her cell phone to answer the messages.
"If I'm going to talk tomorrow, I would come tomorrow." Phinya said.
"I wanted to come today."
"Okay, okay."
Hearing this, Bua couldn't help but respond with a slight irony:
"And when did you get back?"
"I just arrived, three hours ago."
"Leave thinking about me for last, you don't need to come running to see me"
Bua said.
"The work you left isn't that advanced, no, it's just what I already told you."
"Who said I missed you?"
"Okay, then... if that's all. I'm going to leave, I'm going to find something to eat"
