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sarNie Adult
Title: Ocean Mist
“When the deep purple falls over sleepy garden walls, And the stars being to flicker in the sky, Thru' the mist of a memory you wander back to me, Breathing my name with a sigh.”
Quote by: Mitchell Parish
CAST: Kob Suvanant, Tik Jessadaporn Pholdee
GENRE: ROMANTIC/MYSTICAL/DRAMA
Rated
G-13
:::OCEAN MIST (MV) [Miti Ruk Talay Fun - Love Between Dimensions]:::
Kob Suvanant and Tik Jessadaporn
[Watch@Youtube]
Song Title: Nai Sai Lom (In The Breeze)
Artist: Ae Sasikarn
Spoiler/Synopsis:
In the beginning Tik was depress, his novelist career wasn't going anywhere and he didn't believe in giving love or receiving love. Because he and his sister were neglected (his parents business was on the horizon so they focus more on their work), his sister died during his childhood days, he stop caring since then.
Upon living on a beach house near the ocean, he thought he'll have inspiration for his stories but he end up being hungry cause no one wanted to buy his stories. He hallucinate, thinking he's better off dead so he won't feel the pain of being hungry, he ends up drowning himself. But of course he has a savior. Which is Kob, whom comes into his life mysteriously, the house he lives in she claims was her, she has the ownership papers to prove them, things were unclear to him because another person claim the house as theirs (Kob's step-mother and step-sister). Also Kob doses off frequently.
Tik and Kob live together like roomates. However, Tik profits from her because he uses her daily routine and events into his stories and having it finally publish into the town's newspaper, he doesn't letting her know about it, but buys her stuff in return. Kob falls in love with him but he doesn't take it seriously, Kob's childish acts make Tik treat her like they're brother/sister. He unconsciously cares for her, as though he's replacing the lost of his little sister. But Kob falls in love with him, always pestering him and daring to make him show affection toward her, knowing he has a protective barrier, little trust. Although Tik tease her throughout times, he doesn't recognize he was playing with her feelings as well as his. He can feel his life enlighten because of her. She hope she doesn't have to tell him she loves him and that he'll eventually know it through listening to the breezes. One day Kob finds out he's been writing about her, she skim through the story until the end of the story, she doesn't response with anger other than telling Tik she'll disappear like his character who was an angel, coming into his life to show him to forget the past and learn to love himself and others.
He was unaware that Kob indeed was somewhat mystical, not a angel, but a lost spirit. She soon goes back to her body. Tik realize he could hear her feelings through the breeze, since they live in a beach house and she was always painting on the shore of the beach, but then Kob wasn't conscious of what her spirit did while it left her body, she has no clue of Tik.
Only the breeze and ocean knew what once exist between them. Will Kob gain the memories she had with Tik as a spirit. After all her life is in closure just like Tik before her spirit interfere. Tik was saved by her presence, but will his existence save her.
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Chapter 1
***Flashback***
Unknown Male: “I think an autobiography about your pathetic LIFE would more likely be published compared to your wanna be James Bond and 07 stories.”
***Flashback Ends***
Tik Jessadaporn Pholdee is a twenty five year old unsuccessful novelist, directed in the action genre. Throughout the years he had been trying to get his stories publish, but it seem that they’re not good enough. Recently Tik moved away from the city and rented a place located in a secluded area. He had hope it would help him relax his mind and find inspiration, but instead he grew more depress.
One day Tik went to sit on his balcony, he couldn’t think of what to write. Frustrated, Tik scribbled on his paper, then crumble it and threw it over the railing. As he made his way outside to the sandy beach, he tossed and threw things around, he didn’t even bother to put on his sandals when left the house.
Tik: “If I can’t write I can’t eat...” He crouched down as he strolled down the shoreline. “What is wrong with my head?” He pulled his hair as though wanting to rip the hair off his head. His stomach grumbled and he let go of his hair, placing his hands around his stomach. “I can’t take this anymore. It’s like I’m already dead!” He began to pace toward the rushing waves of that cold morning. He did not shudder a bit to the cool breeze and icy water beneath his waist. Everything went dark the moment his whole body was underneath the ocean water. “I feel nothing...does it mean I am dead?” Slightly, he saw a ray of light. “Ah. Follow the light.” He rush toward it, the closer he got to the light the colder he felt, suddenly a warm breeze pushed him back into darkness. “No...” He screams. Tik could feel a tender warmth upon his lips as he open his eyes to see a fuzzy figure on top of him.
Kob: “I saved him. A mermaid man! I mean Merman!” She forgets herself and slapped the men in the face very hard, she was so happy for she can call herself a heroin. “You’re alive aren’t you?” She shook him violently. Tik closed his eyes again hoping to go back to where he could see the light. Kob slammed her fist into his muscular chest and Tik gave a loud cry as he immediately pulled himself to a sitting position. He rubbed his chest to sooth the pain.
Tik: “I am not a mermaid man. Why do you bother with me? You mind your own business girl.”
Kob: “Such an attitude toward your savior. Where are you manners? Don’t you even care that gave you CPR?” She clutched her hand together and pressed it against her lips. “To think I lost a kiss to a bum.”
Tik: “I did not ask you to save me okay. And I am not a bum, I have a place to live, don’t make assumptions.”
Kob: “But you’re stomach is grumbling very loudly. That was why I had to get out of the water.”
Tik: “What? You came out of the water?”
Kob: “I was searching for oysters and crabs.” She took a net bag and showed it to Tik, it made him swallow hard. “I will head home.”
Tik didn’t care he lets out a whimper. Tik finally felt alive again, he could feel his feet frozen from the chill, he couldn’t get himself to stand, nor speak another word, his lips were trembling like crazy. “Rub yourself to get warm.” She blew on her hands then put it against Tik’s cheek. It wasn’t long before Tik found himself following Kob. “Want to have a warm drink with me?” She calls over her shoulder.
Tik: “What kind of woman open up to a stranger so quickly?” He thought. “But I am surely hungry, I would have to take the offer.”
Kob: “I’m home!” She spoke as though she hasn’t been there for awhile. “Come in...” She invites him. She rushes into the house. When Tik raises his head, he saw that the house she ran into was his. “Why is it such a mess, was there a robber here?” She put a kettle on the stove before starting to clean.
Tik: “Eh. This is my house.” He kicked a chair aside.
Kob: “Can’t you be careful with that.” She fixed the chair to the right position.
Tik: “Who are you and why did you call this place your home?”
Kob: “What’s up? I am the owner.” She went into a cabinet and slapped the paper into his chest. It state the owner was a person by the name of ‘Kob Suvanant Kongying.’
Tik: “There must be a mistake. I rented this place, the lease is in my name.” He took out a folder and show Kob proof.
Kob: “That’s odd.” She scratched her head. “Well...nice to meet you roommate.” She took his hand and shook it. “Please be careful with my stuff next time.” She winked at him and continued to clean up the place.
Tik: “I don’t think you understand. I bought this place to be left alone not share it with an optimistic girl like you.”
Kob: “To be left alone? Ohh...that’s sad.” She made a puppy face. She stopped her joyfulness when noticing a portrait was gone. “Where is it? Did you mess with it?” She pointed at him. She was becoming upset. “There is one thing you shouldn’t touch that is my paintings, especially the one of my family.” As she marched at him, a blast of air shot through her toward Tik, Kob felt weak and slumps down. Tik catches her before she hits the floor.
Tik: “Great. I found myself a crazy girl. Life just gets better and better doesn’t it.” He says in a sarcastic tone.
Tik climb the stairs to take her to his bedroom to wrap her in his blankets since she was cold to the touch. When Tik walked through the hallway, the room across his, flew open. When Tik took his first step into the house, he had tried numerous ways to open that room but it wouldn’t budge, not until now. He felt eerie the moment he turns to the door. While he carried Kob, it was as though a magnetic force was pulling him into the room. He could see the bright pink bed sheets and a wallpaper that was fill with paint droplets of all sorts of colors. The moment Tik reached the door, Kob opened her eyes. She thanked him and quickly ran into the room, the door immediately closes in Tik’s face. He was about to call to her but the kettle was wailing loudly, he rush down.
In the kitchen Tik saw two cups laid out with black cocoa. He was so thirsty he forgets to put a mitten on when grabbing the kettle, the metal burnt his palm. Kob quickly came to his aid, Tik could again feel the warmness of her touch. He notice she change her clothing, however he couldn’t remember what she was wearing before that.
Kob: “This is an old kettle, you should be careful next time.” She blew to cool down his hand. After sitting Tik in the living room, she proceeded to make coffee. Kob did not understand why her hands were shaking aggressively as she pour the water out of the kettle into the cups. Her heart was beating vigorously. It wasn’t until she put the kettle down that she became steady. She stared at the kettle for a long moment before Tik intruded her with his coughing.
Kob put the cups into a platter along with some pouches of sugar and headed into the living room. She sat next to Tik not giving him any personal space. He scoots away and she scoots closer, he finally took one last scoot and fell off the edge. Kob laughed.
Kob: “I’m sorry about earlier. It turns out the painting was in my room.” She raised her head to gaze at something in front of her. Tik did not realize when, but Kob had already put up a portrait on that empty spot. It was a picture sketch with pen and color in with oil pigment, Tik can recognize Kob in the picture along with a man and a woman. “Dad always loved this picture when he came to visit.” She sighed, then turn to look at Tik. “Why don’t we get comfortable with each other by making a toast to our newly companionship.” She shook a pouch of sugar that was in her hands. “How much sugar do you want?”
Tik: “I don’t like sugar. I prefer nothing.”
Kob: “You like your coffee bitter? What an odd man. You should try something new for a change.” She ripped the sugar pouch open. Tik stops her before she could pour the sweetness into his cup.
Tik: “Life isn’t always full of sweetness.” He clutched her hand.
Kob: “I understand.” She rips his hand off her wrist. And continue to pour two pouch of sugar into his cup.
Tik: “This is a murderous world, full of cruel humans.”
Kob: “I know.” She sipped her coffee not noticing the bitter taste, since she hasn’t put any sugar substance into it. She drinks casually. “We all know the world isn’t fair, but we make the best out of it. Like I live for art and you live for writing. Having something you dedicate your life to, that makes you want to live.”
Tik: “How did you know I was a writer?”
Kob: “There’s a lot of crumbled paper thrown outside. I gave an educated guess.” She puts her drink down.
Tik: “Okay. I’m a novelist. So seeing paint droplets in your room, you’re a painter of some sort, Kob Suvanant Kongying.”
Kob: “I haven’t heard a person spoke of my name for the longest time.” She carved a smile. “That’s odd, I don’t remember what I was doing the day before...”
Tik: “I’m going to get this straighten out in the afternoon. I don’t believe your Kob, you are making things up.” However, Tik couldn’t understand why there was a kettle in his house and coffee ingredients, the last time he check his cabinets and refrigerator there wasn’t any food.
Kob: “I am Kob Suvanant Kongying.”
Tik: “Then where is your identification card?”
Kob: “It’s here...somewhere...” She looks around. “Why is there a gap in my mind?” She thought.
Tik: “You can’t proof yourself. So...” He gripped her arm and dragged her outside. “You can stay out there until you bring me proof.”
Kob: “Eh...” Before she could utter a word, the door was close. Kob sat the little steps near the house and mope. An idea came into mind. She quickly went to find sticks.
Inside the house, while Tik brainstorms his next story he smells a marvelous aroma. He couldn’t help but close his eyes and get up from his seat to follow the smell. He goes outside to his balcony and lean forward, when he opened his eyes he spots Kob at the bottom grilling a few crabs and using a card board to fan the smoke toward the house. Kob quickly stop fanning and kneel down to flip the crabs over, she rip off an arm and took out a piece of crabmeat.
Kob: “Yummy...so good...there’s so much crab here, I would like to share this delightful food with someone.” She pretended to not notice Tik who was staring from the balcony. He gulped and came out of the house.
Tik: “What do you really want from me...?”
Kob: “Your trust.” She grabs him and sat him near the fireplace where the crabs were grilling. “Do you think I would poison this food?”
Tik: “Of course...” Kob slightly nudged him.
Kob: “That’s absurd. I hardly have knew you.”
Tik: “Robbers doesn’t necessary have to know their victim. Who ever gets in their way they have to get rid of them with no hesitation, they don’t care who you are.”
Kob: “Naive!” She tossed a piece of Tik’s crumble paper into the fire to keep the blaze going. “You’re like this that’s why you stories suck...” She again continue to burn away Tik’s crumble papers. “Being a good writer you have to make connections. If you just assume that it was a simple robbery, then the story will end the moment it started. You have to think of your story like a jigsaw puzzle, everything you hear, see, and touch is a piece of your puzzle.” Kob began chewing on her crab. “You have to pay attention to details” She opens a piece of paper and threw it aside in disgust. “Wow... ‘he is dead.’ Put more gruesome words into it, like...the bullet shot through his head. His brain materials splatter around the street. There is no sympathy in the Mafia leader’s eyes as he fix the collar of his black leather jacket and swiftly turn away....” Kob shudder when she thought about the horrific scene. “You lack viciousness and brutality in your stories, have you thought of changing your genre.”
Tik: “It’s none of your business.” Kob shrugged to his stubbornness. Tik’s crouched forward and put a hand over his stomach to hide the loud grumble that was coming from his stomach.
Kob: “Here...” She hands over a crab. Tik looks at the food that was offer to him and hesitates, he did not want to look like a beggar. “Hurry. While it’s still warm.” She threw it on his lap. Tik quickly grab it jiggle it into the air, keeping the crab shell from burning him, she knew he was too proud of himself.
Tik decided to let Kob stay until everything clear. Eventually, she showed him around the houses, it convinced him that Kob was whom she claimed to be, however when he tried to interrogate into her personal life, she changes the topic.
***In the Green House***
Kob: “Why are my plants dying?” She went to her plants and checked the leaf and stem. Since Tik live in the house, he was too busy writing his story that he haven’t had the chance to roam the house. He saw Kob’s plants and a flat tire bike at the corner of the room. Kob was whining as she fed the plants with water.
After Kob took care of her vegetable and plants, she followed Tik town. He tells her to wait while he goes into a building, to have the papers looked into. When he was at the counter he flip his folder open, he could only find his paper, he was sure he also took along Kob’s paper. He rushed outside to find Kob but she wasn’t there. He walks along the sidewalk of the town and finds Kob on the opposite side. She was standing in front of a grocery store and staring at an elderly woman who had just walked out of the store. He was about to call to Kob but a bus passes by. When the vehicle pass, Kob and the elderly women was gone.
Frustrated, Tik went back to his beach house. When he got to the house, he could see Kob napping on the porch bench swing. It swayed back and forth as she lay soundless. Some bags of grocery were on the wooden floor. Tik approach slowly and stood in front of her. Kob shivered when a gentle breeze brushed against her skin, she cuddled herself to get warm.
Tik: “Hey...you...” He poked her, but she wouldn’t get up. “You’ll get sick if you sleep out here.” Tik worried when he saw Kob becoming pale and her lips turning blue, he quickly placed a hand on her cheek. She had already caught a cold. As Tik carried Kob into the house his folder falls and open, the ownership paper of Kob appears.
***On the shore two miles from the beach***
Upon net fishing, the fisher mans had reel in a human four days earlier, she couldn’t cope in the small island hospital so she was taken to the opposite town. When the paramedics took the unknown female into the ambulance, by stander could see that half her face was burnt, although a medicine paper was place over the burnt to heel the area. The women was immediately taken to the emergency room, her heart was beginning to beat slower.
Doctor: “Call...!” He yells as he tries to get her heart pumping again.
***Back at the beach house***
Tik laid several blankets over Kob and went to get a warm cloth. When he enter the room the television was on, there was news about an incident near the beach. He ignored the broadcast and goes to Kob’s side. Tik gently put the warm towel over Kob’s head, but she was still as cold as ice. Her hand slid out of the blankets and falls down lifeless. Tik takes hold of her hand and was about to slid it back into the blankets when he could feel her clutched his fingers.
***At the hospital room***
The women heart began to pump normally. The doctor rewrap the bandage around the women’s slit wrist and gave the women a thorough scan, before admitting her into a resting room. Her identity was not yet known. The police ruled it an attempted suicide since the knife marking on her wrist indicated it was done by a kitchen knife, however the burnt, they couldn’t determine if it was there newly or the women had always had it. There was no identification card or anything on the women, so the police couldn't get an ID on the women.
“When the deep purple falls over sleepy garden walls, And the stars being to flicker in the sky, Thru' the mist of a memory you wander back to me, Breathing my name with a sigh.”
Quote by: Mitchell Parish
CAST: Kob Suvanant, Tik Jessadaporn Pholdee
GENRE: ROMANTIC/MYSTICAL/DRAMA
Rated
G-13:::OCEAN MIST (MV) [Miti Ruk Talay Fun - Love Between Dimensions]:::
Kob Suvanant and Tik Jessadaporn
[Watch@Youtube]
Song Title: Nai Sai Lom (In The Breeze)
Artist: Ae Sasikarn
Spoiler/Synopsis:
In the beginning Tik was depress, his novelist career wasn't going anywhere and he didn't believe in giving love or receiving love. Because he and his sister were neglected (his parents business was on the horizon so they focus more on their work), his sister died during his childhood days, he stop caring since then.
Upon living on a beach house near the ocean, he thought he'll have inspiration for his stories but he end up being hungry cause no one wanted to buy his stories. He hallucinate, thinking he's better off dead so he won't feel the pain of being hungry, he ends up drowning himself. But of course he has a savior. Which is Kob, whom comes into his life mysteriously, the house he lives in she claims was her, she has the ownership papers to prove them, things were unclear to him because another person claim the house as theirs (Kob's step-mother and step-sister). Also Kob doses off frequently.
Tik and Kob live together like roomates. However, Tik profits from her because he uses her daily routine and events into his stories and having it finally publish into the town's newspaper, he doesn't letting her know about it, but buys her stuff in return. Kob falls in love with him but he doesn't take it seriously, Kob's childish acts make Tik treat her like they're brother/sister. He unconsciously cares for her, as though he's replacing the lost of his little sister. But Kob falls in love with him, always pestering him and daring to make him show affection toward her, knowing he has a protective barrier, little trust. Although Tik tease her throughout times, he doesn't recognize he was playing with her feelings as well as his. He can feel his life enlighten because of her. She hope she doesn't have to tell him she loves him and that he'll eventually know it through listening to the breezes. One day Kob finds out he's been writing about her, she skim through the story until the end of the story, she doesn't response with anger other than telling Tik she'll disappear like his character who was an angel, coming into his life to show him to forget the past and learn to love himself and others.
He was unaware that Kob indeed was somewhat mystical, not a angel, but a lost spirit. She soon goes back to her body. Tik realize he could hear her feelings through the breeze, since they live in a beach house and she was always painting on the shore of the beach, but then Kob wasn't conscious of what her spirit did while it left her body, she has no clue of Tik.
Only the breeze and ocean knew what once exist between them. Will Kob gain the memories she had with Tik as a spirit. After all her life is in closure just like Tik before her spirit interfere. Tik was saved by her presence, but will his existence save her.
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Chapter 1
***Flashback***
Unknown Male: “I think an autobiography about your pathetic LIFE would more likely be published compared to your wanna be James Bond and 07 stories.”
***Flashback Ends***
Tik Jessadaporn Pholdee is a twenty five year old unsuccessful novelist, directed in the action genre. Throughout the years he had been trying to get his stories publish, but it seem that they’re not good enough. Recently Tik moved away from the city and rented a place located in a secluded area. He had hope it would help him relax his mind and find inspiration, but instead he grew more depress.
One day Tik went to sit on his balcony, he couldn’t think of what to write. Frustrated, Tik scribbled on his paper, then crumble it and threw it over the railing. As he made his way outside to the sandy beach, he tossed and threw things around, he didn’t even bother to put on his sandals when left the house.
Tik: “If I can’t write I can’t eat...” He crouched down as he strolled down the shoreline. “What is wrong with my head?” He pulled his hair as though wanting to rip the hair off his head. His stomach grumbled and he let go of his hair, placing his hands around his stomach. “I can’t take this anymore. It’s like I’m already dead!” He began to pace toward the rushing waves of that cold morning. He did not shudder a bit to the cool breeze and icy water beneath his waist. Everything went dark the moment his whole body was underneath the ocean water. “I feel nothing...does it mean I am dead?” Slightly, he saw a ray of light. “Ah. Follow the light.” He rush toward it, the closer he got to the light the colder he felt, suddenly a warm breeze pushed him back into darkness. “No...” He screams. Tik could feel a tender warmth upon his lips as he open his eyes to see a fuzzy figure on top of him.
Kob: “I saved him. A mermaid man! I mean Merman!” She forgets herself and slapped the men in the face very hard, she was so happy for she can call herself a heroin. “You’re alive aren’t you?” She shook him violently. Tik closed his eyes again hoping to go back to where he could see the light. Kob slammed her fist into his muscular chest and Tik gave a loud cry as he immediately pulled himself to a sitting position. He rubbed his chest to sooth the pain.
Tik: “I am not a mermaid man. Why do you bother with me? You mind your own business girl.”
Kob: “Such an attitude toward your savior. Where are you manners? Don’t you even care that gave you CPR?” She clutched her hand together and pressed it against her lips. “To think I lost a kiss to a bum.”
Tik: “I did not ask you to save me okay. And I am not a bum, I have a place to live, don’t make assumptions.”
Kob: “But you’re stomach is grumbling very loudly. That was why I had to get out of the water.”
Tik: “What? You came out of the water?”
Kob: “I was searching for oysters and crabs.” She took a net bag and showed it to Tik, it made him swallow hard. “I will head home.”
Tik didn’t care he lets out a whimper. Tik finally felt alive again, he could feel his feet frozen from the chill, he couldn’t get himself to stand, nor speak another word, his lips were trembling like crazy. “Rub yourself to get warm.” She blew on her hands then put it against Tik’s cheek. It wasn’t long before Tik found himself following Kob. “Want to have a warm drink with me?” She calls over her shoulder.
Tik: “What kind of woman open up to a stranger so quickly?” He thought. “But I am surely hungry, I would have to take the offer.”
Kob: “I’m home!” She spoke as though she hasn’t been there for awhile. “Come in...” She invites him. She rushes into the house. When Tik raises his head, he saw that the house she ran into was his. “Why is it such a mess, was there a robber here?” She put a kettle on the stove before starting to clean.
Tik: “Eh. This is my house.” He kicked a chair aside.
Kob: “Can’t you be careful with that.” She fixed the chair to the right position.
Tik: “Who are you and why did you call this place your home?”
Kob: “What’s up? I am the owner.” She went into a cabinet and slapped the paper into his chest. It state the owner was a person by the name of ‘Kob Suvanant Kongying.’
Tik: “There must be a mistake. I rented this place, the lease is in my name.” He took out a folder and show Kob proof.
Kob: “That’s odd.” She scratched her head. “Well...nice to meet you roommate.” She took his hand and shook it. “Please be careful with my stuff next time.” She winked at him and continued to clean up the place.
Tik: “I don’t think you understand. I bought this place to be left alone not share it with an optimistic girl like you.”
Kob: “To be left alone? Ohh...that’s sad.” She made a puppy face. She stopped her joyfulness when noticing a portrait was gone. “Where is it? Did you mess with it?” She pointed at him. She was becoming upset. “There is one thing you shouldn’t touch that is my paintings, especially the one of my family.” As she marched at him, a blast of air shot through her toward Tik, Kob felt weak and slumps down. Tik catches her before she hits the floor.
Tik: “Great. I found myself a crazy girl. Life just gets better and better doesn’t it.” He says in a sarcastic tone.
Tik climb the stairs to take her to his bedroom to wrap her in his blankets since she was cold to the touch. When Tik walked through the hallway, the room across his, flew open. When Tik took his first step into the house, he had tried numerous ways to open that room but it wouldn’t budge, not until now. He felt eerie the moment he turns to the door. While he carried Kob, it was as though a magnetic force was pulling him into the room. He could see the bright pink bed sheets and a wallpaper that was fill with paint droplets of all sorts of colors. The moment Tik reached the door, Kob opened her eyes. She thanked him and quickly ran into the room, the door immediately closes in Tik’s face. He was about to call to her but the kettle was wailing loudly, he rush down.
In the kitchen Tik saw two cups laid out with black cocoa. He was so thirsty he forgets to put a mitten on when grabbing the kettle, the metal burnt his palm. Kob quickly came to his aid, Tik could again feel the warmness of her touch. He notice she change her clothing, however he couldn’t remember what she was wearing before that.
Kob: “This is an old kettle, you should be careful next time.” She blew to cool down his hand. After sitting Tik in the living room, she proceeded to make coffee. Kob did not understand why her hands were shaking aggressively as she pour the water out of the kettle into the cups. Her heart was beating vigorously. It wasn’t until she put the kettle down that she became steady. She stared at the kettle for a long moment before Tik intruded her with his coughing.
Kob put the cups into a platter along with some pouches of sugar and headed into the living room. She sat next to Tik not giving him any personal space. He scoots away and she scoots closer, he finally took one last scoot and fell off the edge. Kob laughed.
Kob: “I’m sorry about earlier. It turns out the painting was in my room.” She raised her head to gaze at something in front of her. Tik did not realize when, but Kob had already put up a portrait on that empty spot. It was a picture sketch with pen and color in with oil pigment, Tik can recognize Kob in the picture along with a man and a woman. “Dad always loved this picture when he came to visit.” She sighed, then turn to look at Tik. “Why don’t we get comfortable with each other by making a toast to our newly companionship.” She shook a pouch of sugar that was in her hands. “How much sugar do you want?”
Tik: “I don’t like sugar. I prefer nothing.”
Kob: “You like your coffee bitter? What an odd man. You should try something new for a change.” She ripped the sugar pouch open. Tik stops her before she could pour the sweetness into his cup.
Tik: “Life isn’t always full of sweetness.” He clutched her hand.
Kob: “I understand.” She rips his hand off her wrist. And continue to pour two pouch of sugar into his cup.
Tik: “This is a murderous world, full of cruel humans.”
Kob: “I know.” She sipped her coffee not noticing the bitter taste, since she hasn’t put any sugar substance into it. She drinks casually. “We all know the world isn’t fair, but we make the best out of it. Like I live for art and you live for writing. Having something you dedicate your life to, that makes you want to live.”
Tik: “How did you know I was a writer?”
Kob: “There’s a lot of crumbled paper thrown outside. I gave an educated guess.” She puts her drink down.
Tik: “Okay. I’m a novelist. So seeing paint droplets in your room, you’re a painter of some sort, Kob Suvanant Kongying.”
Kob: “I haven’t heard a person spoke of my name for the longest time.” She carved a smile. “That’s odd, I don’t remember what I was doing the day before...”
Tik: “I’m going to get this straighten out in the afternoon. I don’t believe your Kob, you are making things up.” However, Tik couldn’t understand why there was a kettle in his house and coffee ingredients, the last time he check his cabinets and refrigerator there wasn’t any food.
Kob: “I am Kob Suvanant Kongying.”
Tik: “Then where is your identification card?”
Kob: “It’s here...somewhere...” She looks around. “Why is there a gap in my mind?” She thought.
Tik: “You can’t proof yourself. So...” He gripped her arm and dragged her outside. “You can stay out there until you bring me proof.”
Kob: “Eh...” Before she could utter a word, the door was close. Kob sat the little steps near the house and mope. An idea came into mind. She quickly went to find sticks.
Inside the house, while Tik brainstorms his next story he smells a marvelous aroma. He couldn’t help but close his eyes and get up from his seat to follow the smell. He goes outside to his balcony and lean forward, when he opened his eyes he spots Kob at the bottom grilling a few crabs and using a card board to fan the smoke toward the house. Kob quickly stop fanning and kneel down to flip the crabs over, she rip off an arm and took out a piece of crabmeat.
Kob: “Yummy...so good...there’s so much crab here, I would like to share this delightful food with someone.” She pretended to not notice Tik who was staring from the balcony. He gulped and came out of the house.
Tik: “What do you really want from me...?”
Kob: “Your trust.” She grabs him and sat him near the fireplace where the crabs were grilling. “Do you think I would poison this food?”
Tik: “Of course...” Kob slightly nudged him.
Kob: “That’s absurd. I hardly have knew you.”
Tik: “Robbers doesn’t necessary have to know their victim. Who ever gets in their way they have to get rid of them with no hesitation, they don’t care who you are.”
Kob: “Naive!” She tossed a piece of Tik’s crumble paper into the fire to keep the blaze going. “You’re like this that’s why you stories suck...” She again continue to burn away Tik’s crumble papers. “Being a good writer you have to make connections. If you just assume that it was a simple robbery, then the story will end the moment it started. You have to think of your story like a jigsaw puzzle, everything you hear, see, and touch is a piece of your puzzle.” Kob began chewing on her crab. “You have to pay attention to details” She opens a piece of paper and threw it aside in disgust. “Wow... ‘he is dead.’ Put more gruesome words into it, like...the bullet shot through his head. His brain materials splatter around the street. There is no sympathy in the Mafia leader’s eyes as he fix the collar of his black leather jacket and swiftly turn away....” Kob shudder when she thought about the horrific scene. “You lack viciousness and brutality in your stories, have you thought of changing your genre.”
Tik: “It’s none of your business.” Kob shrugged to his stubbornness. Tik’s crouched forward and put a hand over his stomach to hide the loud grumble that was coming from his stomach.
Kob: “Here...” She hands over a crab. Tik looks at the food that was offer to him and hesitates, he did not want to look like a beggar. “Hurry. While it’s still warm.” She threw it on his lap. Tik quickly grab it jiggle it into the air, keeping the crab shell from burning him, she knew he was too proud of himself.
Tik decided to let Kob stay until everything clear. Eventually, she showed him around the houses, it convinced him that Kob was whom she claimed to be, however when he tried to interrogate into her personal life, she changes the topic.
***In the Green House***
Kob: “Why are my plants dying?” She went to her plants and checked the leaf and stem. Since Tik live in the house, he was too busy writing his story that he haven’t had the chance to roam the house. He saw Kob’s plants and a flat tire bike at the corner of the room. Kob was whining as she fed the plants with water.
After Kob took care of her vegetable and plants, she followed Tik town. He tells her to wait while he goes into a building, to have the papers looked into. When he was at the counter he flip his folder open, he could only find his paper, he was sure he also took along Kob’s paper. He rushed outside to find Kob but she wasn’t there. He walks along the sidewalk of the town and finds Kob on the opposite side. She was standing in front of a grocery store and staring at an elderly woman who had just walked out of the store. He was about to call to Kob but a bus passes by. When the vehicle pass, Kob and the elderly women was gone.
Frustrated, Tik went back to his beach house. When he got to the house, he could see Kob napping on the porch bench swing. It swayed back and forth as she lay soundless. Some bags of grocery were on the wooden floor. Tik approach slowly and stood in front of her. Kob shivered when a gentle breeze brushed against her skin, she cuddled herself to get warm.
Tik: “Hey...you...” He poked her, but she wouldn’t get up. “You’ll get sick if you sleep out here.” Tik worried when he saw Kob becoming pale and her lips turning blue, he quickly placed a hand on her cheek. She had already caught a cold. As Tik carried Kob into the house his folder falls and open, the ownership paper of Kob appears.
***On the shore two miles from the beach***
Upon net fishing, the fisher mans had reel in a human four days earlier, she couldn’t cope in the small island hospital so she was taken to the opposite town. When the paramedics took the unknown female into the ambulance, by stander could see that half her face was burnt, although a medicine paper was place over the burnt to heel the area. The women was immediately taken to the emergency room, her heart was beginning to beat slower.
Doctor: “Call...!” He yells as he tries to get her heart pumping again.
***Back at the beach house***
Tik laid several blankets over Kob and went to get a warm cloth. When he enter the room the television was on, there was news about an incident near the beach. He ignored the broadcast and goes to Kob’s side. Tik gently put the warm towel over Kob’s head, but she was still as cold as ice. Her hand slid out of the blankets and falls down lifeless. Tik takes hold of her hand and was about to slid it back into the blankets when he could feel her clutched his fingers.
***At the hospital room***
The women heart began to pump normally. The doctor rewrap the bandage around the women’s slit wrist and gave the women a thorough scan, before admitting her into a resting room. Her identity was not yet known. The police ruled it an attempted suicide since the knife marking on her wrist indicated it was done by a kitchen knife, however the burnt, they couldn’t determine if it was there newly or the women had always had it. There was no identification card or anything on the women, so the police couldn't get an ID on the women.
