"Are... are you awake? I'm awake now."
"..."
"You... God!"
I called out to my lover, who was lying still, not moving, in a panic. I even pressed my face against her left chest to listen to her heartbeat.
Thump, thump...
Her heart is still beating. Why isn't she waking up?!
"God... what's wrong with you?"
"Boo!"
Then the pretty-faced girl sat up and stuck her tongue out at me, making me flinch and almost fall off the bed. Luckily, God grabbed the collar of my shirt and pulled me back, giving me a soft kiss on the lips, as if to tease me.
"You look so surprised."
"What's wrong with you?!"
I bared my teeth and stood up, walking away angrily. The new day began with my lover playing a prank that made my heart race. I would definitely be in a bad mood all day. Furious!
"What's wrong with you? You're so annoying! Apologize!"
God, who had gotten out of bed, ran to catch up with me and hugged me from behind, rubbing her chin against me like a cat, hoping I would calm down. But when I'm angry, it's not so easy to make me stop.
"What were you doing? Do you know how much you scared me?"
It's been two years, you idiot. We both know that's not going to happen. I'm not a god anymore. I'm back to being a normal person. I'm not going to die... Well, no, we all die someday, but not because of some strange disease like before.
"I'm still not at ease."
Even though it's been two years, I still can't shake the feeling of worry. I'm not so sure that the special powers she had before really disappeared as we expected. There are nights when I dream of God regaining her powers, involuntarily arguing with others, and then waking up to find her nose crooked!
"You're thinking too much. Now, when I curse someone, it has no effect. I can also bless people."
"Ya.."
"..."
"Even if you're not a god anymore, I still don't want you to bless anyone. No more competitions, no more, none of that. I don't trust that."
"You're acting like my mother."
"If I was your mother, we wouldn't be kissing like that."
"So that's good, because I want to do more other things. Let's take a shower."
"Crazy! So early!"
"That's why it's good. It'll help cheer up the grumpy one."
.
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Now, we're still at my sister Renu's apartment. I've been unemployed for a long time since I found out that God had a memory loss problem. I quit my job to help out around the house, doing public relations and working with advertising companies on marketing plans. I've been in planning for a while, even when I was a TV show producer. Switching to this job wasn't that hard.
As for God, even if she doesn't have to work, she will always have enough to live on. Her daily routine is just drawing and playing, being a good housewife. But because she wants to prove to my family that she is not just someone who sits around doing nothing and that she can take care of me, she has now returned to helping my sister create handmade bags, one of which is sold in sets for over a hundred thousand baht.
