"Cough, cough"
I've been coughing non-stop for three days now, to the point that my abdominal muscles are popping out.
If I didn't work in a hotel, I'd be parading around in a bikini just to show off my figure and let the world know that I'm a shameless person. I still don't talk much to Arun Bekfah; it seems that she avoids even looking at me, as if she's running away. I wonder what she's thinking. If she's in doubt or has some misunderstanding, why doesn't she ask?
Not that I haven't tried! I've approached her, but she always pulled away.
"Miss, you've been like this for three days. Go to the doctor, please."
Janephob asks.
"It's just a cold."
"But that doesn't look good. Now you work at the hotel reception."
Says Mawin, who heard our conversation and decided to intervene, but I know it's just concern.
"Besides, you're sharing a room with Miss Arun. She might catch a cold too."
Oh... I thought you were worried about me.
"Can I take leave of work to go to the doctor?"
"Since when are you afraid of missing work, huh? You always say you're the hotel owner's daughter."
"Since I only started earning eight thousand baht a month! Oh, and does the hotel cover the hospital or not?"
"Yes, we have benefits."
"I don't use a health card, I'm rich."
"Just use my credit card and get this sorted out."
Mawin says, rolling his eyes before handing me his card.
"You're so rude, my love!"
"Stop talking nonsense! If anyone hears... Janephob, take Miss In to the hospital and let her rest until she recovers. If her father finds out, he'll come running to scold me."
""Wow, what a coward."
I laughed, but I ended up agreeing to go to the hospital. Before I could leave, Mawin seemed to remember something and called me again.
"Hold on, In. I'm going to take Miss Arun for a walk today. You don't have to wait for her to come back to the building, and don't even think about calling. Arun always gets anxious when you text or call, do you know?"
I'm silent for a moment, and then give a halfhearted nod.
"Um, okay. Have fun.”
“Thank you so much.”
Janephob drive me to the hospital in central Phuket, where we waited for more than two hours for the results. After blood tests, the diagnosis come back:
I had type A flu. Any more and it could have developed into pneumonia.
“Does that mean my breasts will get bigger?”
I joked, trying to be funny. The doctor discharged me to go home, although he initially wanted me to stay in the hospital. I refused, so he prescribed a bunch of medication, and the bill came out on Mawin’s credit card, almost ten thousand baht. When I saw the amount on the receipt, I felt a twinge of concern.
“Healthcare costs are really high, aren’t they?”
“Miss In, you never complain about the prices. This is the first time,”
Janephob commented as we chatted in the car.
“For me, it’s not expensive. But for someone who earns just over ten thousand baht a month, how can they afford such treatment?"
