I can't sleep...
I toss and turn until the clock strikes four in the morning, but my eyes are still wide open, like an owl hunting in the night, looking for frogs, toads and mice.
All because of her...
Arune BekFah, the bird of the dawn. By now, she should be asleep, enjoying light and happy dreams. But she left behind words that keep me awake, replaying what she said until I feel irritated with myself.
'Yes, that's why I want to pay you back little by little... so I can keep seeing you.'
So what? How should I interpret this? She wants to pay the money back little by little so we can keep seeing each other. That means she wants to see me, right? I should have asked her directly, but instead I got confused, nodded and went back home as if I had been hit in the head with a hammer.
And here I am, sitting, lost in thought until four in the morning. Well, I don't need to sleep. I'll get up and offer alms to the monks and ask them what they think Arune BekFah meant by that.
But... no monks showed up to receive the offerings. I guess I must have a bad fate, don't I? The god of death must love me too much, afraid that I'll make merit and then we won't meet in the eighteenth hell, as we agreed.
Now here I am, frustrated that I can't make merit because no monks have come through. When Dad and Mom heard that I woke up to offer food to the monks, they looked at me as if they had seen a ghost.
"If you want to say something, say it right away. I'm waiting for someone to say something."
I mumble.
"What's your full name?"
"Intuorn Phommakrachai."
"With a name as long as Bangkok, you're my daughter, no doubt."
My mother says, exchanging a look of disbelief with Father.
"What happened? Why did you suddenly wake up to offer alms? Normally, you're not even up at ten!"
"It's nothing! I've been waking up at eight for the past seven months, and now we're already on the eighth. It's because of the experience in Phuket that you, Father, sent me on! The one who wakes up late here is you, Mom!"
I say, sulking and with my arms crossed, while my thoughts return to Arune BekFah, relentlessly. At the same time, Janephop, who was passing by on his way to the staff kitchen, stops when our eyes meet. There's a tension between us, and we both look away, avoiding each other.
There it is... I told you we shouldn't say everything we think. Inevitably, that creates an uncomfortable atmosphere!
Today, I woke up early. After breakfast, I took a shower, got ready and got ready to drive my new Porsche, which I rarely use since I usually let Janephop drive me around in the van. But today, I feel a little uncomfortable and don't want to talk to him too much. So, I grabbed the key, started the car and got ready to leave the house to meet Arune BekFah.
Yes... right now, my head is full of thoughts about Arune BekFah, flying around freely. I don't understand. I need answers, and she needs to answer the questions I want to know so badly.
The restaurant, where she is a partner, only opens at eleven, although I thought I had arrived early.
However, it seems that someone arrived before me. I get irritated when I realize that this person is my fiancé, which makes me even more uncomfortable.
"It's no coincidence that you're here, right?"
I ask Mawin.
"Um... I just found out that Miss Arune opened a restaurant around here. How long have you known about it?"
