Silence hangs between us. I'm stuck and confused. Should I tell him or not that we've known each other for a long time? Khun Sam can remember my mother, but not me, a fourth grade girl.
As?...
Tiger, you have to help me! Please help me again. Should I tell him or not?
Say...
Do not tell...
While he was still deciding to tell her about Tiger to reminisce, she says something before replying.
"Forget. It's not important."
His nasal tone is strong, but I remain silent. Isn't it really important?
Why did you ask for my history and call me?
"I didn't like the way you came to me."
"Pardon?"
I don't know why you have to be nice to me. I feel uncomfortable." She crosses her arms and looks at me seriously. "She bought me medicine, she took me home, that doesn't mean we're close. Please understand this."
"Clear."
"Don't tell anyone about my migraine. That's all."
I am so sad and disappointed. It seems that I did something that was not enough. But when I turn to leave the room...
"Wait."
"Last night I told you to let me know when you got home. Why didn't you call me?"
"I didn't dare call."
I answered truthfully. She looks at me blankly.
"Because?"
"I'm afraid you're going to blame me for trying to be your friend."
"Can I go, boss?
I'm in a bad mood all day. Work that was always filled with joy has been replaced with sadness. Today, I don't even dare to look at the freezing room anymore. When the end of the day comes, I rush to leave and don't care if anyone in that room is sick or not.
And there is another surprise today.
"Hey!"
"No".
Nope, he's waiting for me in front of the office. He waves at me. I look at my childhood friend in amazement. His smile brightens my gray day.
"What's wrong with you? Why are you so sad?"
"I'm just bored."
"Did something happen at work?"
Maybe so." I look at the smiling young man in front of me and ask a strange question. "Why are you here? Did you leave work early?"
"I had to meet some clients around here. My boss released me after I finished. Since it's close to his office, I decided to visit them. It's the first time I've seen this building. It's huge and beautiful."
"There are so many offices for rent there. My office is not the whole building."
"It's still luxurious."
"Yes, definitely. The most luxurious thing is my office, not me. I need to take the bus and pay my rent from home as usual."
"But today it won't be the same. Because you'll have a friend who will ride the bus home with you. Me, anyway!"
It wasn't a bad day at all. At least I won't have to listen to music on my phone and go home alone. Today Nop talks to me on the way, to ease my loneliness. On the bus, during rush hour, it is very difficult to remain calm. Honks everywhere show that people are full of anger and stressed about being stuck in their cars on the highway.
"Yesterday you were so happy. Why is today different? Do you want to eat Chinese cake? That famous one, I bought it for you."
Keep being nice to me, like always. He hands me a box of Chinese cake and opens it for me. He is so hot.
"It's delicious."
"I know you look better when you eat something delicious. So I bought it for you."
"How do you know I'm in a bad mood?"
"I think it's because of the traffic."
"You are so careful."
Nope, he's still the same since we were students, he always took care of me. He knows what I like and what I don't. He is like the rain in summer.
"She blamed me a bit today."
"Whereby?"
"Ah..." How should I tell him? It was for an embarrassing reason. If I tell him, he may not like Khun Sam. "I made a mistake at work."
You deserved it, no wonder I blame you. It is your duty to do so."
"Hmm."
I nod in agreement with what he said. I look out of the bus to rest my eyes. The dark sky contrasts with the headlights of the cars, like disco lights.
"That yellow car is cool. A Ford Mustang, it's my dream car. It looks like Bumblebee."
"Hmm?" I look for the car on the other side of the lane. "He stands out a lot. Does he transform?"
"I wish. So cool and expensive. If I had more money, I'd take you on a trip."
"You're very kind."
I'm still looking at the car with interest. A short time later, the car slows down and the window slowly rolls down, revealing that the driver is looking at me.
Of course, I remember her well.
"The steering wheel is imported."
Nope, knowing nothing, he continues to admire and talk about the car, while I look away before he can accuse me of being nosy, even though we are in different vehicles.
"Stop looking at the car, she won't like it."
"She should be proud. If she could drive that car, she would show it off too... I can see her beauty from here."
Yes, she is beautiful, not just beautiful, but much more than that. Heavens! There are so many cars on this road, why did I keep looking at that car? And then hers?
We just had a skirmish this morning and now my friend and I are watching and talking from her car. She won't like this at all.
Tap...
My phone rings, it's a message. I shudder and strain my eyes to read.
Boss: Are you talking about me?
Boss: Are you a nosy girl?
Boss: Look here now.
When he orders me to send a text, I look up at the driver of the yellow car, nod, and put on a fake smile. Nope, who saw what I did, asks me surprised: "Who did you greet?"
"Khun Sam"
"Where? Where is she?" Nope looking for it. "Where is she? On the bus?"
He's in that car. In the car we were talking about.
"Serious?"
Nope, look at the car and wave. Khun Sam doesn't answer, he just looks at us as he closes the window, at the same moment the red traffic light turns green.
She has left...
"So cool. Her idol runs Bumblebee, she's beautiful, rich and smart. How dare men flirt with a perfect girl like that?"
"She has a boyfriend."
"Then he must also be perfect."
"Hmm."
That's how it is! A perfect woman like Khun Sam must date a perfect guy. In my case, I'm just a mere intern. Even if I try to treat her well, she'll blame me for trying to befriend her...
Let her be your idol and a stranger. It will be better this way.
But...
It will not be as I imagine. In the middle of the night, my phone vibrates and I get a message. I turn to accommodate the pillow and the cell light hits my eyes.
boss: sticker
boss: sticker
I, who am half asleep and half awake, take my cell phone to read. Am I dreaming now? I see that the message was sent by Khun Sam.
boss: sticker
When I see clearly, I sit down to read correctly. Why is it full of stickers? I read it without understanding anything, because I don't know how to answer it...
Strange...
That I have to do?
Doraemon: Khun Sam
Yes, they were the only words I managed to send and I was waiting for her to visualize. I don't know what she's going to do.
boss: sticker
That? I don't know what he wants!
Did you have a migraine again? Can't write so you send stickers? I get worried and decide to call her at 1 am, she answers my call.
[What's that? It's too late now.]
"Ah..." I was stunned for a moment. "I saw that you sent me stickers, so I was worried that you might need help."
[Why would I need your help?]
"But you sent me a bunch of stickers."
I said quietly. I'm disappointed that I called. Help, what should I do? Why am I so worried about her?
[Then you should have returned the stickers to me. Why did you call me? Look, you saved my number without my permission. Are you trying to be my friend?]
I immediately hang up the call and almost throw my phone into the wall. Shortly after, the cell phone rings. It's Khun Sam.
That I have to do?
"Hello?"
[Why did you hang up on me?]
"I was afraid I was bothering you."
[Yes, you bothered me at this early hour... Please remember that.]
"I will remember."
[Why do you accept your flaws so easily?]
"What can I do? What I did was not right... Although I was worried, I was wrong."
I said without thinking. Now I'm going to cry and she will hear it from my voice.
[Why are you crying? I haven't blamed you yet.]
"Khun Sam, you're trying to blame me for trying to be your friend, right? I thought you had such a headache that you chose to send stickers instead of writing a message. I'm not trying to be your friend."
"I saw that you have a bad headache and what I get in return is guilt instead of thanks. Why are you like this?"
I start to cry So much pressure today, I can't take it anymore. I don't know what he wants.
He is silent for a moment before responding curtly, which makes me laugh in confusion.
[Good night.]
And she hangs up the call...
I need to get up early, but I stay up until 3 am confused with the woman who sent me stickers, made me cry, and said good night goodbye.
Is it serious that there are women like that?