I don't know if it's fate or if things were set up so that I could get my revenge quickly and accurately. As soon as I found out that she was Dahwan, I remembered that these two women were indirectly linked to me in some way. So I didn't hesitate to approach them and invited them both to dinner at the restaurant, offering to pay the bill.
As we rode together in the car, I had to explain that Arun has difficulty recognizing faces. Miss Kimhan understood right away and apologized several times on behalf of her girlfriend and even insisted on paying for the meal instead of me.
"Don't worry! I'm rich, I can pay for it."
I replied.
"I'm also very rich. Let me pay for this meal. I want to impress and make a good impression."
The beautiful actress said openly, displaying a personality similar to mine, to the point that it seemed like we were born from the same parents.
"But I would like to pay for dinner as an apology for my girlfriend not recognizing you. Besides, we are the ones who invited you. Please don't refuse."
I insisted so much that the two of them couldn't refuse. We arrived at the restaurant at almost two in the afternoon, and as soon as Dahwan walked in, everyone in the place looked at her as if they recognized her.
"The only person who doesn't recognize me is someone with a vision problem. With so much beauty and fame, it's painful to hear someone ask 'Who's Dahwan'?'"
"Sorry again."
Arun said, bowing shyly, which made Dahwan wave her hands.
"I wasn't making fun of you, Arun. I was just making a comment... Just imagine, even street dogs know Dahwan. They see my face and wag their tails."
"Of course they wag their tails! After all, Dahwan is the 'December dog'.'"
Kimhan joked.
"Kimhan!"
Dahwan scolded her girlfriend, who was laughing discreetly, as if the two had a secret between them. I watched Mawin's ex-fiancée smile with admiration; people with that appearance always have such charming smiles...
"This is the restaurant that's making waves on social media, isn't it?"
Kimhan looked at the menu and read the name of the restaurant, along with the slogan that was written there:
"The taste of someone you love... What a beautiful phrase. Who came up with that?"
"It was me."
Arun replied with a smile. The two women, who had similar features, made Dahwan and I look at them alternately.
"These two have so many similarities, even in their smiles. If it weren't for the difference in their clothes, I would hardly know which one is my wife."
Dahwan commented, which made Kimhan pinch her waist.
"Ouch! I was just commenting."
Dahwan said.
"Keep your limits, Dahwan. It's not just the two of us here."
Kimhan said, coughing lightly to hide her embarrassment.
"What's the origin of the slogan?"
"It's Khun In's taste... What are you doing, In?"
"I dropped something."
The truth is that I hid under the table because I couldn't look anyone in the eye when Arun mentioned the origin of the slogan and the tastes. I had my hands covering my face, peeking through my fingers to see the other tables.
