Unexpectedly I am sitting in Mr. Kirk, the owner of the company, and Khun Sam are also in the car. On the way, I sit frantically. In fact, I feel more comfortable taking a bus home than in this luxury car.
"Your house is so far away. How come you go to work? What time do you wake up?"
Mr. Kirk asked me after using Google Maps to estimate the route. Khun Sam looks questioningly into the rearview mirror waiting for my answer, but chooses to keep quiet.
"I have to get up at 4 am to shower and change. So I leave the house at five and I get to work at seven. Then I have breakfast."
"My God. How difficult. It seems like a survival game. It's so far away, why don't you look for a job closer to home?"
Because near my house, there is no Khun Sam. Anyway, I've changed my mind now.
"I'm considering it."
The silence is deafening between us. Khun Sam looks at me and says something.
"If you believe that, why did you apply to the company? It makes other people lose the opportunity to work here."
He said it coldly and sarcastically.
"I'm sorry."
"Why are you apologizing?"
"Looks like I made you nervous again." She says this with a shaky voice and I look down at my hands in my lap.
"I wasn't angry."
But her voice doesn't lie. Mr. Kirk saw the situation escalate so he coughed to interrupt us.
"Sam wasn't mad at you. If she was mad, she wouldn't be in the car with me to take you home.
Normally, he would go home right away."
Khun Sam looks at her boyfriend. Mr. Kirk is trying to improve the situation, but he's not helping.
About an hour and a half after we crawl down the road, the car pulls up in front of my house.
Khun Sam and Mr. Kirk look at my fence and ask:
"In a capital city like Bangkok, how can there be a cute wooden house like the one in the series?"
"It's quite old, not pretty at all."
"Scary!" He looked at my house and said quietly.
"In the middle of the night there will be a noise like someone is walking, and there will be something crawling from the basement under the wooden bed..."
"Sam, this is Mon's house." Mr. Kirk interrupts while she is imagining things. "And Mon lives here.
You said the house is scary. How will it feel?"
"Is there a hole under your bed, bunny? Be careful if something comes out..."
"No, there is no hole under my bed."
"Good, because it's scary. If you're ever in bed and you fall, there's going to be a long hand in the hole waiting to pull you out."
"Sam, Mon's house is not haunted."
I look at her for a moment and think how cute she is. But I pretend to be disappointed when I remember what he said in the car.
"Then I'd better go home now. Thank you both very much for bringing me here."
I get out of the car. Nope, who was waiting in front of my house, he is calling me, surprised that I got out of a luxury car.
"Why did you come back in this big car?"
"My bosses brought me home."
"They are so kind... Good evening." Nope greets them. Mr. Kirk rolls down the windows. "Thank you for bringing Mon home."
"It was nothing. We have to reconcile with her for this child." Mr. Kirk smiles and looks at Khun Sam. "She doesn't know how to make up, so I had to do it for her."
"Chatty, can we go back now?"
Mr. Kirk smiles and winks before walking off.
Nope he looks at me confused for not knowing anything.
"To reconcile?"
"I don't know."
"Then why did you come back to them?"
"I really don't know why. I wasn't comfortable in that car." I take a deep breath. "I'll probably quit that job."
"Why? The job is not easy, but Khun Sam is there."
"She's going to be the reason I quit that job."
"Hey?"
"I have to go."
"Why is she mad at me?"
I answer him with silence. I feel like I'm not nice to him, even though he was worried and waiting for me. But I'm not in a good mood right now, even though I was in the same car as Khun Sam.
This weird thing between me and Khun Sam isn't over. At night I keep receiving stickers on your Line, always at 1 am. Tonight, I don't turn on silent mode, because I want to know if Khun Sam will send me stickers or not...
Why do I think a bad woman like her would send me stickers again?... And she does. I only see their stickers, but I don't respond. Just to mark as seen message. And yes, Khun Sam keeps sending me every minute.
Boss: Why haven't you gone to sleep yet?
This is the first sentence he writes after sending dozens of stickers. I read it and I don't know whether to respond or not.
Doraemon: Someone sends me stickers to bother me at dawn.
My reply leaves the chat silent for three minutes and I finally get a reply from her.
Boss: Why did you answer me?
Is there someone like that? I look at the message and reply, but not immediately. What are we doing? Psychological warfare through the application?
Doraemon: I was afraid you'd feel abandoned if I left you talking to yourself.
Boss: Be careful if something comes out of the hole under your bed.
I smile into the phone and think we talk more, even though we rarely look at each other or talk in the office. Other than today, it came to my table with several drinks.
Doraemon: Crawling under the bed is better than crawling on the ceiling.
She read it and was silent for a long time, now I am worried about her.
Doraemon: Is your bed double?
Boss: Yes.
Doraemon: When you turn to the other side, be careful not to see anyone lying next to you...
Have a good night.
Laughing, I put my cell phone aside. From the cell phone screen I can still see that she is trying to send me something. But I don't read. I wanted to scare this lonely woman after putting me down all day.
And it works... the next morning when I see Khun Sam, he looks like he hasn't slept at all.
Even with her makeup on, I can see that she's tired. When he walks into the office, he narrows his evil eyes as he looks at me, he walks towards me glaring at me with a vengeance.
"Didn't you read my message last night?"
I smile without any expression on my face.
"I was very sleepy and my house is very far from here, so I needed to sleep."
"Then why did you answer me and talk to me?"
"You talked to me first, right?
"Then why did you have to mention that there was a ghost lying next to me?"
"You did it first. A monster under the bed."
We look at each other like we're fighting. She is popping her cheek. Then she turns.
"Today I will definitely have a headache because I didn't sleep."
After saying that, he immediately goes to his room and changes the mode of the walls to matte, to maintain privacy. Also, one thing I know better than magazines is that they're scared of ghosts.
And from what I saw this morning, she didn't sleep last night. He will definitely get sick.
I... I won't worry. She will blame me for trying to get close to her.
But today the ML boss is calmer than usual, even on her lunch break she doesn't go out for lunch.
As everyone leaves, I continue to pretend to be busy with my work and wait for everyone to leave. When no one else is in the office, I go to see Khun Sam. How is she?
Tock tock tock...
No response. First, I think about going back to my desk, but then I steel myself for a moment to open the door, just a crack. I see Khun Sam lying on the sofa, she has her hand on her forehead to hide her eyes from the light.
Headache from not having slept the night before.
"Come in if you want." He removes his hand from his forehead.
"Hiding like a psycho."
"You can not sleep?"
"It's too much of a headache to sleep on. I wonder who caused this."
I walk in, give her a guilty look but act like I don't.
"Yeah, who could have caused this?"
"Why did you come here?" I am stunned. As I search for an answer, she stops me.
"Are you worried about me?"
"No."
"You even said that if I died in front of you you would ignore it, right? How can I believe you?"
"Then... I better go."
I look at her angrily. And when I leave, Khun Sam, who is hard to understand, says something on the air.
And the air is me.
"Hungry."
"I want to eat Nong Ann's fried chicken noodles in Plubplachai [an area near Bangkok] or chicken and rice at Watergate."
"Hungry."
I take a deep breath and look at his angry face, but at the same time it's adorable.
"Better call a delivery service."
"I want to eat tonight, not now. Nong Ann's Fried Chicken Noodle Restaurant is open late at night."
"Okay, I'll make a note that it opens at night."
"Eating alone is not okay."
Is this an invitation? I roll my eyes and don't know how to respond.
"If I eat and take medication I'll feel better and probably be able to drive."
"Good for you."
"It's delicious."
"Yeah."
"It's really very good."
"Not just chicken fried noodles, it has crispy wontons, and if you don't like both, there's also dry suki..."
"Are you inviting me?"
I asked him honestly. And she is silent for a moment.
"No, I'm not. I'm just doing analysis, like food blogs."
"That was a good review. Now it's too late to go to lunch..."
"Or you want to go eat red noodles near Sao Chingcha. It's also delicious."
"I can go with you?"
I ask you to end our conversation. Shame is all I have, but it's gone.
"He saw it. You want to go with me. I'll let you go with me just because you asked me to. See you in the parking lot tonight. Oh! When you go out for lunch, please buy me something to eat. I need to take medicine."
Khun Sam puts his hand on his forehead again after finishing the conversation. I'm stunned...
Is there a woman like that?