huajaikaungtur
- Marina ♥
Part 8.4
In the Car
Bie: “It seems like my mom and you are really close.”
[It only took a few minutes for Ploy to get ready. She had to admit that she was anxious about going to the temple with Bie. He seemed a bit better than he was back in his bedroom. What caused him to have such strange mood swings?]
Ploy: “Your mom and my mom are really similar. That’s probably why we’re so close.”
[She clutched her purse tightly in her hands smiling outside the window at all the buildings they were passing. The temple wasn’t that far away.]
Bie: “It’s strange. My mom doesn’t usually like people easily but you just met her and now you both are so close. Isn’t it strange?”
Ploy: “It just depends on the person’s personality.”
[She was getting annoyed by his rude behavior. He was acting as if Ploy had put a spell on his mom to make his mom like her more.]
Bie: “My mom has met even nicer and talented people but still doesn’t like them.”
[Bie really had a way to make Ploy angry with his words. Never in her whole life had she wanted to go straight up to a person and punch them in the face. Suddenly, she had the urge to slap or even punch Bie. He was referring to her, of course.
She knew that she wasn’t the nicest and talented person ever although Bie just had to rub it in and make the situation worst.]
Ploy: “Like I said, it depends on the personality. I may have something that your mom really likes.”
[That surely zipped Bie’s mouth.
After that line, he just kept his mouth shut the whole way. Once they arrived at the temple, Bie crawled out of the car. As soon as Ploy noticed that he was walking away from the car and not opening the door for her, she opened it herself and followed him.
What a gentlemen, Ploy mumbled.]
After Making Merit
[Ploy was trying to keep a distance from Bie. She didn’t want to anger him in any sort of way. While they were making merit, he didn’t look at her even once or say anything to her. Even after they were done, he just basically stood up and walked away without spilling anything from his mouth.
Bie was a few steps in front of Ploy knowing that she was following him but didn’t care to turn around. Ignoring her was probably one of the hardest things ever. It seemed as if his pain inside was increasing every single time he wanted to say something but then refused to.
As they were walking back to the car, crowds of people got their attention. There must be some sort of ceremony at the temple, Bie thought.
It wasn’t just a ceremony of some sort, it was indeed a funeral. All the people were wearing black and walking into a building. Bie stopped for a moment and turned around to face Ploy.]
Bie: “Do you know who’s funeral this is?”
[Ploy’s eyes widened a bit. He didn’t talk at all and then suddenly when he did, he asked about the funeral.]
Ploy: “Why would I know?”
[She said that with a sassy shrug. Being a bit mad at him ignoring her, she wasn’t about to give him the greatest answer. He deserved her rude attitude towards him.
Bie: “Look, can you just talk nicely to me?”
Ploy: “You don’t deserve it.”
[Bie walked closer to her observing her face. He already knew that Ploy wasn’t the type to blame others for their rudeness.
He smirked.]
Bie: “Do I deserve a kiss on the cheek?”
[Ploy stared up at his shining face and smiled back giving him a slight tap on the shoulder.
Without hesitation, he grabbed her hand in his and guided her to the car.
Both of them smiled while walking. Ploy could feel her hands starting to sweat from the warmth of Bie’s hand.
As more and more people in black passed them, Bie was starting to question who the funeral was held for. The funeral was probably for someone he didn’t know at all so he ignored the fact of all the people in black clothing. Ploy followed obediently.
As people passed by, Bie had the urge to ask someone who the funeral was held for. Usually, Bie would know who the funeral was held for. He attended many ceremonies and funerals due to his family name and reputation.
As a young couple wearing black approached Bie, he decided to ask.]
Bie: “Excuse me. May I know who the funeral is for?”
[The young couple stared at one another then at Bie as if they thought he would know already.]
Woman: “The funeral is for Fang Pichaya Srithep.”
[And with that shocking answer, Bie immediately dropped Ploy’s hand out of his and stared into space with shock.]
In the Car
Bie: “It seems like my mom and you are really close.”
[It only took a few minutes for Ploy to get ready. She had to admit that she was anxious about going to the temple with Bie. He seemed a bit better than he was back in his bedroom. What caused him to have such strange mood swings?]
Ploy: “Your mom and my mom are really similar. That’s probably why we’re so close.”
[She clutched her purse tightly in her hands smiling outside the window at all the buildings they were passing. The temple wasn’t that far away.]
Bie: “It’s strange. My mom doesn’t usually like people easily but you just met her and now you both are so close. Isn’t it strange?”
Ploy: “It just depends on the person’s personality.”
[She was getting annoyed by his rude behavior. He was acting as if Ploy had put a spell on his mom to make his mom like her more.]
Bie: “My mom has met even nicer and talented people but still doesn’t like them.”
[Bie really had a way to make Ploy angry with his words. Never in her whole life had she wanted to go straight up to a person and punch them in the face. Suddenly, she had the urge to slap or even punch Bie. He was referring to her, of course.
She knew that she wasn’t the nicest and talented person ever although Bie just had to rub it in and make the situation worst.]
Ploy: “Like I said, it depends on the personality. I may have something that your mom really likes.”
[That surely zipped Bie’s mouth.
After that line, he just kept his mouth shut the whole way. Once they arrived at the temple, Bie crawled out of the car. As soon as Ploy noticed that he was walking away from the car and not opening the door for her, she opened it herself and followed him.
What a gentlemen, Ploy mumbled.]
After Making Merit
[Ploy was trying to keep a distance from Bie. She didn’t want to anger him in any sort of way. While they were making merit, he didn’t look at her even once or say anything to her. Even after they were done, he just basically stood up and walked away without spilling anything from his mouth.
Bie was a few steps in front of Ploy knowing that she was following him but didn’t care to turn around. Ignoring her was probably one of the hardest things ever. It seemed as if his pain inside was increasing every single time he wanted to say something but then refused to.
As they were walking back to the car, crowds of people got their attention. There must be some sort of ceremony at the temple, Bie thought.
It wasn’t just a ceremony of some sort, it was indeed a funeral. All the people were wearing black and walking into a building. Bie stopped for a moment and turned around to face Ploy.]
Bie: “Do you know who’s funeral this is?”
[Ploy’s eyes widened a bit. He didn’t talk at all and then suddenly when he did, he asked about the funeral.]
Ploy: “Why would I know?”
[She said that with a sassy shrug. Being a bit mad at him ignoring her, she wasn’t about to give him the greatest answer. He deserved her rude attitude towards him.
Bie: “Look, can you just talk nicely to me?”
Ploy: “You don’t deserve it.”
[Bie walked closer to her observing her face. He already knew that Ploy wasn’t the type to blame others for their rudeness.
He smirked.]
Bie: “Do I deserve a kiss on the cheek?”
[Ploy stared up at his shining face and smiled back giving him a slight tap on the shoulder.
Without hesitation, he grabbed her hand in his and guided her to the car.
Both of them smiled while walking. Ploy could feel her hands starting to sweat from the warmth of Bie’s hand.
As more and more people in black passed them, Bie was starting to question who the funeral was held for. The funeral was probably for someone he didn’t know at all so he ignored the fact of all the people in black clothing. Ploy followed obediently.
As people passed by, Bie had the urge to ask someone who the funeral was held for. Usually, Bie would know who the funeral was held for. He attended many ceremonies and funerals due to his family name and reputation.
As a young couple wearing black approached Bie, he decided to ask.]
Bie: “Excuse me. May I know who the funeral is for?”
[The young couple stared at one another then at Bie as if they thought he would know already.]
Woman: “The funeral is for Fang Pichaya Srithep.”
[And with that shocking answer, Bie immediately dropped Ploy’s hand out of his and stared into space with shock.]
