We are...คือเรารักกัน (We are... we are in love)

Chapter 47: Going to the Temple

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After recently passing the test of love, Phum and I wanted to make merit, hoping that the merit would help smooth our love. Moreover, tomorrow is the beginning of Buddhist Lent, so we took the opportunity to make merit as exemplary youths and good Buddhists.

Today, we went to buy items to prepare a Sang Katan basket because Phum was worried that the pre-packaged ones might not be of good quality. So, we decided to prepare it ourselves. He said that since we are offering it to the monks, we should be meticulous. I was quite surprised, not expecting him to be so devout. But he was right, as my boyfriend said.

By the way, what are these creatures tagging along for merit?

After adjusting to life as third-year students, they gathered again at my condo (which is starting to feel like my condo now, haha. Phum said he was in the process of transferring ownership to my name, but I stopped him. Being the de facto owner is enough; having it as our home is warm enough.)

[T/n: Wow, I'm very surprise that you stopped him. I thought you had been waiting for this day for so long .]

When they arrived, they said they would help with the merit-making and preparing the basket. But look at them now, lying around everywhere. They said they would help me.

Chan is sleeping, which is understandable since he has been studying hard and probably hasn't slept for days. But what annoys me is Mick, who has been playing on Phum's Mac and listening to a song for over an hour. "My ears are itchy, don't know what's wrong, ooh ah." He probably wants to help scratch it because he looks dazed.

[*My ears are itchy (คันหู) by Liu Warissara (หลิว วาริสสรา) 🥲]

Beer was chatting on the phone with his girlfriend, while Matt and Toey were playing Taken on the PS3, making a lot of noise. The sound of the game and their voices made my eardrums dance.

"Toey, are you sure you're good? Are you sure, you bastard?"

"Yeah, come on, Nong Matt. Come die under my feet. Aaargh!"

"You brats, can't you be quieter? I'll chop off your heads one by one." Fang is always fierce, but it was really loud.

I understand the excitement of playing games, but will the neighbors understand? After Fang scolded and threw a pillow at them, they were quiet for about three minutes before making noise again.

So, it was just Fang, Tan, Q, Phum, and I preparing the items, with Pan trying to help. If he didn't interfere, it would be more helpful.

[T/n: Technically, Sang katan offerings is an orange bucket filled with gifts, typically including a variety of items such as food, toiletries, robes, and other necessities for monks. Nowadays, Sang Katan offerings often come in beautifully arranged packages. People buy them to give to the monks to show their merit.]