Crap, I'm in Love! (COMPLETED)

Chapter 10 : Plan B

Mew POV

I was waiting inside the car as Gulf was sending Type to his teacher. I then rolled down my window and waved back to my cheeky son. My eyes then diverted to the keys on the compartments.

Flashback

//Start//

Ring! Ring! Ring!

"Khorthot Na," I excuse myself to answer the call.

"Ai'Tum, why are you calling so early in the morning?" I asked as I picked up the call.

"Mew, Khun Yai is at the staff canteen. She just announces that Art will be working at the new cafe!" Tum tells panicky.

"She what? Fuck! This might lead to world war 3!" I ruffle my hair but tried to keep my voice low.

"Exactly! So what your plan?" he asked.

"Listen up, Tum. For today, I will have Gulf to clean up the house that will be lived by his family. Get ready to meet me at Khun Yai house. We need to try to convince her, Na?" I tell him about my plan.

"Alright!" with that, he ended the call and I walked back to the dining table.

//End//

"Oi!" he slapped my arm hard.

"That fucking hurt! Are you crazy? Oho, I let you used the bed for a night and you became this violent?" I asked him.

"No! I have been calling you but you didn't give any response! Are you sleeping with your eyes open?" he asked back.

"Even if I did, how's that your problem?"

"Of course it's my freaking problem!"

"Why? How? It's none of your business!"

"If you haven't realized, we are inside the same car. And I really need to get to work, paboya!"

"In case you have forgotten, you are inside a car with your boss!"

"My boss? You? Hah! For your information..."

"Stop! Oi, it's fucking tiring to argue with you!" I stopped our bickering and drove off.

But my eyes caught him pouting, showing his frustration.

Cute...

Hoi, Mew!

Are you fucking crazy?!

***

I parked my car in front of the house and get off.

"Why are we here? Whose house is this?" he asked as he followed me.

While I leisurely walked to the main door, unlocked it, and walked in.

"Is this your mistress house?" he asked as he walked in.

Smack!

"That freaking hurt, you crazy bastard!" he cursed as he rubbed the back of his head.

"What do you think I am? A mistress? Tsk," I then walked to one of the windows and opened it.

"Then? What are we doing here?" he asked for the nth time.

"You are going to clean up this house. It's for your family," I said calmly.

"For my family? You mean Grace and Khun Yaa? Oh, I thought Grace is going to stay at the staff..."

"No. They are going to stay here. They are your family, and you are my wife. Is that clear enough, Khun Kanawut?" I asked in one breath.

"Er, clear. Erm, Kob Khun Na. You know, for treating them well," he then awkwardly walked away while scratching his red ear. He then walked around the house as he runs his hand on the surface of the furniture, checking the dust.