The place that he brought me to (It might be more accurate to say that he forced me to) was a shopping mall near the campus. Even though it's so-so, it's convenient and closest. When my friends and I met up on the weekend, we usually came here, it's perfect if you don't have any better choices. But before this, we had already been to MBK Center, walked around there, and then he changed his mind and came here. No matter where he and I went, we always became the target for people to rest their eyes on. To be accurate, it was Phum who was the one who received more attention. As for me, I was just a blurred image, a transparent background for him. But I've gotten used to it. Walking with Tan's group, the situation isn't much different, just don't draw much attention like this. Most importantly, my friends seem to like the attention they receive. They handle it well. They don't feel uncomfortable at all, which is different from Phum, who doesn't care about his surroundings and how much attention he gets. He still kept a straight face as usual.

I really envy people who live their lives with confidence and aren't nervous about the eyes of other people.

Phum took me walking around the mall for more than ten times because he didn't know what to eat. So we walked around until my legs ached. In the end, he ended up at the first restaurant we passed. I quickly called back all the animal that almost slipped out from my mouth to their proper places*. The one he chose was an Italian restaurant that I walked past very often when walking around this mall. But I had never entered it because it's too luxurious. I was afraid I couldn't speak Thai clearly when I eat there. Haha, just kidding. It's not that fancy. I just don't really like Italian food. Just listening to the name makes me feel bad. From what I've ever eaten, food from this ethnic group doesn't seem to suit my tongue. So not any chance that I order pizza, pasta, lasagna, and spaghetti almost every week, haha.

* The phrase implies an effort to refrain from uttering offensive language or curses involving animal-related terms that were on the brink of being spoken, such as "(ไอ้)ควาย" (ai kwai Buffalo!), "(ปาก)หมา" (dog-mouthed ), "(ไอ้)เหี้ย" (ai hia monitor lizard) etc.

"Hello, how many people will be dining today?" The hostess greeted us politely and smiled sweetly with ten out of ten service.

"Two krap."

Oh, God bless my ears! I heard Phum say "krap". With other people, he seems to have good manners. With me, it's as if he's possessed. But seriously, I was quite surprised that he even bought me food. I didn't understand what he was thinking. And I was sick of trying to understand the thinking system of people like him. But does the servant have the right to eat at the table with the master? Who's in the role of a servant? It's me.   

"Please come inside." The beautiful older sister walked us to a table inside and handed us a menu, with her eyes ever leaving Phum's face. Phi, eat him, then I'll be free. "I'll be here to take your order in a moment." But she was professional enough. After saying that, she walked back to the front as usual.

So I began to observe the surroundings. The restaurant's interior was adorned with elegant black and gold marble. Enormous flowers of orchids bloomed all over the place. Every time I walked past this restaurant, I wondered whether those flowers are real or artificial. If they are real, why do they look artificial? But if they are artificial, I think they look even more realistic than real flowers. Then I lost interest in orchids and started paying attention to the customers. There were only a few tables taken, one table of foreigners, the other three were probably Thai. They were chatting as the soft music played in the background. The song is probably in Italian, if I guess right, or maybe French, or German? Damn it! I couldn't tell them apart. They're all similar. But since it's an Italian restaurant, technically it should be an Italian song, right? Professor Corrado Feroci, please don't strangle your disciple. I'm sorry. I'm stupid. Even my idol's native language I can't tell. I'm evil. I'm ungrateful. I deserve to die.

* Art Professor Corrado Feroci, real name of Silpa Bhirasri (mentioned in Introduction chapter) was a Tuscan-born Thai sculptor. He is considered the father of modern art in Thailand and was instrumental in the founding of today's Silpakorn University.

"Hey! Hello!  Are you absent-minded again? Have you chosen what to eat yet?" Phum asked sternly, raising his hand to call the waiter.

This time, the person who came to take the order was a well-mannered man. I bit my lip when I was accused of being absent-minded as I secretly stared at Phum. He took a glance at the menu and said a long name dish in Italian with perfect pronunciation. Heh, I didn't know if he just picked it at random or not. He ordered like he had already thought about what he's going to eat from home. But wait, why did he say he was hungry? If so, why did you order just one thing? I'd be embarrassed if I ordered a lot.

"Please wait a moment."

I gasped when the waiter repeated the order of not one but two dishes and then walked away, leaving Phum with his arms crossed and staring at my face silently as if he was thinking about something. So I had to speak quickly.

"I haven't ordered yet."

"I did."

Oh, good. Don't even bother asking me a question.

[T/N: -1 😒]

"Do you like to drink wine?"

Now you're asking me? Don't ask the monk about giving alms. Haven't you ever heard of it, Phum?

"Are you going to มอม me?" I ask teasingly. When I saw Phum furrowed, he didn't get the joke, I quickly continued speaking in boring tone. Really fed up with people who have no sense of humor. And Peeranat has to be labeled as a bad joker.

มอม /mom/ 1. Get someone drunk. 2. To dirty (f**k) someone
[T/N: So if he got the joke, what reaction would you expect from him? 😂]

"If you want to drink, just order it. The only alcohol I don't drink is alcohol to clean the wound." I replied casually, not wanting to pay any attention to this. I looked outside and saw some kids crying and fighting for toys. It was better than having to look at Phum's face.

What's the point of being presumptuous in ordering food on behalf of someone else? If I'm allergic to the food you ordered, what would happen? But first let me think about what foods I'm allergic to. Hmmmm, all I could think of was king cobra. I once ate it and my throat and inside chest hurt. Other than that, there was no problem and I didn't think they had king cobra on their menu in an Italian restaurant. But I was disappointed that I didn't get to choose from the menu myself. I was bored. After waitting not for long , two glasses of cold Pepsi were served. Where is the wine? Don't give me hope and leave me like this. Phum said thanks and asked the waiter for the menu again. When the waiter brought it to him, he threw it to me.

I looked at him in confusion, "What?"

"Order."

[T/N: +1]

What's wrong with him? Was he surfing tides of emotions? I couldn't keep up with him, but I wouldn't fight with my fate. I was going to fill this table. He drives a multi-million-baht Benz. He probably wouldn't let me wash the dishes in exchange for food, right? I assumed that he would be the one who paid for this meal.

I giggled, hurriedly opened the menu, and ordered many more things by pointing to the picture because I couldn't read their names. But when I accidentally made eye contact with Phum, I quickly cleared my throat and bowed my head to suck the water in the glass. I felt uncomfortable with him sitting right in front of me and staring at me like this. I'm not a painting in a gallery. What are you staring at? Staring at me wouldn't help you come up with an idea. But it could give you emotion. Such as the emotion of wanting to hit someone in the mouth, not the emotion people talk about. Hehe. So why do I have to play with cheap jokes to hurt myself like this?

[T/N: But you said that Italian food isn't to your taste.]

"What's your name?"

The soda almost came out of my nostrils, and almost came up to my brain. I raised my head and looked at the person asking with disgust in my eyes. Ordering food for me without asking my opinion and we walked around for half a day but he still didn't know my name? You didn't just know me two seconds ago. I looked at Phum's face for any trace of humor. He might have been teasing me, but I probably expected too much because what I got was a calm face, fierce eyes, without any sign of teasing. I held a straw in my hand and blew air into the soda in the glass before answering in a flat tone.

"Peem"

"Such a boring name"

"Huh, your name is beautiful?"

He acted like he was about to jump over the table to grab my neck for daring to talk back. How can "Peem" be boring? "Phum" is much more boring.

*Peeranat (พีรณัฐ): Brave Genius
  Phum (ภูมิ): proud; dignified; respectable
[T/N: Both are meaningful names]

"You are my servant."

His personality opposites his appearance and his status. There probably isn't anything good in him. And his way of talking seemed like he didn't know much about communicating. I thought that whichever word came up first, he probably blurted it out, then added adverbs, adding components, to make sentences. I was so confused.

"Oh, I already know. You don't need to remind me. Dobby knows, boss." He emphasized his status. And what did you call what I was doing here, you idiot?

*Dobby of "Harry Porter"

"Don't secretly curse me in your heart."

"You know?"

Phum stopped arguing. He sighed and said something that made my blood pressure rise again: "That day, I still haven't told you the job details. What are the duties of you as a servant? Your duty is to clean my condo, wash clothes, cook meals, wash the car, and the general work I order for two months as per the agreement."

I didn't know how many times I gasped during the day. If I was able to jump up onto the table and do a backflip in Phum's face, I would like to do it now.

[T/N: Phum is in need of a housewife. Oops I mean a housemaid.]

"Isn't that a little too much?" I raised my voice, being about to cry.

He was getting too much fun. Seeing that I was giving in a little, so he thought he could push me any way he wanted, right? I knew that the cause of this chaos was the scuffle between a despicable-tongued person and a quick-footed person. I knew that Phum was angry at me for making his little Phum er uh...that's it 😅. So he wanted to find a way to get back at me. I thought we should end up here. I allowed him to tease me all kinds of things because it was still within my patience. Moreover, I felt guilty. Because even though Phum was wrong with his bad personality and despicable tongue, I was the one who used force to harm his body first, as he truly said. As much as I agree, this should be enough to compensate him.

Siam abolished slavery more than a hundred years ago. Why do you oppress me so hard? And you are asking me to cook and do laundry? Hey, I myself wear my clothes over and over until they're moldy. There's no need to talk about my cooking. I just tried to make an omelet and Mom boasted about it to everyone. So where can I get the skills to make food for you to eat?

*Siam is the historical name for Thailand
[T/N: He ordered you to cook so just cook. He is the one to eat the food not you]

"Then what work do you think I will give you? Sit and eat as a friend?"

"Well, all right. I don't like it either."

"If you don't want to work, that's fine. Then I'll call Tan."

He shrugged his shoulders, raised his eyebrows. His fucking superior face looked like he was cruising for bruising. I gritted my teeth, not knowing what to fight with when Phum had the trump card. I've told you before, right? The day he kidnapped me (kidnapped?) to travel around Thailand, that day he drafted a contract for me to sign. Any contract that is forced to sign is void. But that piece of paper is evidence that we actually made a contract. You bastard! And he also asked me to take my fingerprints. It's like an informal loan contract with a pawn shop. And I was not going to let this secret be revealed.

"Ah!!! All right."

I wanted to jump on my feet and scream at the top of my lungs like the little child screaming outside the restaurant to be commensurate with the depression that I had towards Phum. But it's good that the waiter brought the food to serve in time so the people in the restaurant didn't have a chance to see me get up and do a Pyongyang acrobatic show in the middle of the Italian restaurant.

I didn't want to eat anything. Spaghetti the fuck! But do you think I would be able to do as I please?

Hell, no way. Whatever I want, Phum will follow and immediately stop the rising star*. He used his eyes to threaten me to eat, so I had to eat. I didn't really want to eat much. This meal was like the last meal of a prisoner preparing to go to death row. But I only say it to you. Only you and I know that the food at this restaurant tastes amazing. Everything was delicious. Next time, I'd rather invite Q and other guys to come here. Delicious food will heal everything. Trust Coach Peem. But I had one thing in mind: Why did Phum look shocked when I poured ketchup on the pizza?

*สกัดดาวรุ่ง 1.try to prevent an outstanding peer to shine; 2. prevent someone from doing something.
[T/n: 😂 He was just impressed by your taste in cuisine]

After finishing eating at around 6:00 p.m., Prince Phum suddenly wanted to go shopping because he had just had a vision that the day after tomorrow was his twin nephew's birthday. I, as a Dobby, had to walk along his ass with the eyes of people watching us again. But what I didn't expect was that a group of juniors walked up to greet him and asked to take photos with Phum. They said that they had seen him at the opening camp of the Faculty of Engineering or something like that. Phum let them take photos but his smile was very dry. It's good that he didn't hurt the juniors' feelings by hurling abuse at them like he liked to do to Dobby. Sigh.

This incident made me realize something new. Phum is a person who has bad behavior but sometimes has a bit of manners.

After taking photos with the juniors, he walked away without waiting for me at all. So I had to rush with my own short legs and run to keep up with him. He said that he was going to buy remote control cars for his nephews. But what were these things? Clothes, perfumes, belts, watches, and numerous other accessories. One million eight hundred. The one million eight hundred that is said is not the number of items, but it is the amount of shops that Phum walked into. Accompanying him was a ghost carrying a bunch of shopping bags waiting for him or running after him. The situation was very bad. I was so tired. Bastard! Are you going to buy at every store? I already know that you're rich. But can you please have mercy on me who has to carry things for you? They're heavy.

"Oh Phum! What are you doing here?"

A sweet voice rang out while Phum was standing and choosing a ring for his mother (that's what he told me) in a jewelry store. I turned around and saw a beautiful girl in the university uniform who looks quite...sexy. I had to quickly turn my eyes from her as she smiled this way. Damn it! I was embarrassed. I had never received a smile from such a beautiful person before.

"I'm going shopping. And you?"

"Mew just goes for a walk. I don't have any classes in the afternoon. I don't know where to go. It's such a coincidence. I never thought that I would meet Phum. It feels like we haven't seen each other in a very long time. How are you Phum? How are you doing?" Her cute voice was full of brightness.

Seeing that the two of them were talking together, the staff who took the diamond rings out to let Phum choose from a moment ago slipped away to take care of another customer. I also stepped back and stood at a distance and pretended to look at the necklaces and rings as if I had money to buy them. Dammit! The cheapest item in this store was 20,000 baht. I thought this price is too cheap, not suitable for a person who has 3000 baht left but needs to use it for the whole month like me.

"I'm good. And you?"

"Mew is fine, and this is, uh... Phum is going with someone?"

Clap! Enter the final question round to compete for the crown. Let's wait and see how Phum will answer. Will he be chosen? Will he be able to win the hearts of the judges? Ladies and gentlemen, don't miss it!!!

[T/N: I'm a judge 😎]

"And you? Who are you going with?"

You bastard, you're so witty, you don't answer, you just ask a question. But excuse me, can't you think of saying anything other than "and you"? Can you say something else? I really felt sorry for Mew. If I were Mew, I probably thought that Phum was annoying.

[T/N: When you don't know the answer or don't want to give the answer, just answer with a question. You said that, Peem.]

"Mew came with friends but we've just separated recently. So I stopped by to look at the rings and saw Phum. So, uhm, Phum, are you free? Shall we go for a walk together? It's been a while since we've seen each other." Mew said, her eyes sparkling.

She was cute like a doll but I thought he must definitely refuse. My intuition told me he wasn't in a good mood, he was annoying, he wouldn't...

"That's good, let's go."

Oh no, hehe, you - are - wrong 😅.

I was confused. Do I have to go with him? And what about my situation right now? I mean, my hands were full, my arms were tired, my legs were sore, I was sleepy. Let me go for a walk? I probably wouldn't be able to handle it. Maybe I could, but you would have to call an ambulance to come on standby.

"Go"

Both Mew and I were at a loss because we didn't know who Phum was talking to. You see, this idiot really has communication problems.

"Oh, Is this your friend? Just now I wasn't sure so I didn't dare say hello. I'm sorry." said the beautiful girl named Mew when she saw the paper bag ghost, that's me, appeared and stood next to Phum.

While I was speechless, I didn't know how to reply because I wasn't sure if Phum wanted this beautiful girl to know about me or not. And suddenly Phum spole up, breaking the awkwardness.

"Not a friend, this person is..." Phum turned to look at me. And then he was quiet. Asshole, don't cut me off like this. I was nervous. Hurry up and tell her our relationship. Say it. "He's a Nong."

[T/N: This answer isn't bad, but not excellent either. Sorry you don't win the crown.]

Huh? Nong? Which Nong? Again please! Whose Nong? What kind of Nong? What is it? Since when have I become your Nong?

"Nong Code" He must have seen that both of us were confused, so he helped to explain it. It's still good that he found a relationship that seemed more okay than saying "servant" to Mew.

Well, ok, I could be Nong. But what kind of Nong should I be? Hmmmm, let me think. I'm "Nong Khonkaen, never had a boyfriend" or "Nong (I) can't sleep. My heart is restless"

[T/n: 🤣🤣🤣]
* Song สาวอีสานรอรัก Northeast girl waits for love
   Song น้องนอนไม่หลับ Nong (I) Can't Sleep

"Oh, Nong Code. I'm P'Mew, nice to meet you. Nong..."

Woe to Peem. Suddenly, he was forced to be Nong of his same generation. I used the corner of my eye to hit Phum once. He stood with a satisfied smile on his lips. Because there was someone like him, today, hell didn't have a place for me.

"Uhm, Peem krap, Phi, nice to meet you too."

After knowing each other's names, Mew didn't care about me anymore, aside from complimenting that Nong Code of Phum is cute. Hey, everyone said that. Mew Mew isn't the first person. No matter how many times I listen to this type of compliment, it's pleasing to my ears. I never get bored.

[T/N:😂😂😂]

Mew and Phum strolled hand in hand, looking like a romantic painting that created envy among the people who saw it.

A handsome man and a beautiful woman walking together, matching each other like this, people will naturally look at them. I still peeked at Mew often. So her appearance may seem arrogant but she talks very sweetly. A beautiful, lovely person like her, what karma she has done to know such a depraved person like Phum. I wanted to help her. I wanted to tell her not to mess with him, hurry up and run away. But right now I couldn't save myself, so I could only wish Mew good luck.

[T/N: So what did you do to be his servant? Broke a mirror? Worry about yourself!]

Even though I'm not sure about the relationship between Phum and Mew, from the way they walked arm in arm and talked so intimately, I could guess that the two probably have a good history together. But it is none of my business to speculate about others' private life. My business was just to follow those two people out of one shop and into another, doing as Phum had me do earlier. As for him, he did the same thing as before. That is, buying everything in sight like a person with money can do. As for the lower middle class like me, all I could do was carry things and run after them.

I was tired. My knuckles were all red. It had been three hours already, not including the previous time I walked with Phum. If you were going to be sweet with each other, please let me go.

I could only moan in my heart while waiting for those two to buy coffee at Green Mermaid (Starbucks). I learned one more thing about Phum. That is, he's a สายเปย์. Like just now at a British perfume shop, Mew hesitated for a long time about which scent to buy. After smelling until dizzy, she asked me to help smell them. Until felt nauseous, she still couldn't decide because the price was quite high. If she buys both scents, it will cost over ten thousand baht. So Phum offered to buy them for her. At first Mew politely refused. When Phum said it was an early birthday present, Mew accepted it and it ended happily for everyone. Dobby's boss is the kindest person in the world (a world without me). Even though she isn't your girlfriend, you're willing to pay this much. If she is your lover, how devoted would you be? I thought about it and I felt jealous. I mean, I felt jealous of Phum. Being born rich is really a good thing.

* สายเปย์ (slang) person who likes or tends to pay for everything. Sorry I don't know the English term. Any suggestions would be appreciated. In Vietnamese we say an ATM machine.

"I'm going to send Mew home. Wait here. I'll be right back."

Phum walked up to tell me while I was squatting, hands holding knees in the middle of a luxury shop because of being exhausted.

"Why do I have to wait? Are you crazy? I have a house to return. You two are going to leave now, what will you have me stay to do?" I snapped. So why did I have to wait? Just go separate ways.

Phum looked at me blankly and spoke in a stern voice like usual. "You have to go clean my room."

"Today?" You want me to die, don't you? Won't let me go home to rest, will you? "How about Tomorrow? I'm tired." I complained. "Then let's go together. Let me go with you. Where are you going to send Mew?" I said, but Phum remained silent, acting as if my words were just a worthless fart. He didn't listen and didn't consider. I was about to open my mouth to curse, but that's when Mew walked out with drinks, so I had shut my mouth.

"Why do you two look stressed? What are you talking?" Mew asked, smiling, not serious about the answer, then handed me a cup of drink and said, "This is yours, Peem"

My eyes widened with gratitude. I didn't expect that she would be kind enough to buy it for me. Even though I felt strange that a stranger would buy me a drink and I'm secretly a very considerate person, but out of politeness, I extended my hand to receive it.

"Thank you, Phi."

"Thanks to him. Phum's treat."

Oh my God, did I misheard or was I dreaming? Phum bought me a drink. Even though he paid for the lunch earlier, I expected that. This time I didn't, so I was quite surprised. Mew continued to chatter and handed out a transparent card that was supposed to be used instead of cash from this coffee shop to Phum without noticing my expression that filled with bewilderment. I couldn't help but stare at Phum, who was standing with his arms crossed, leaning his hips against a shop window, looking at things, looking at people.

[T/N: 司马昭之心, 路人皆知 😂 +1 for you Phum]

"Matcha Crème Frappuccino, light sweet, without whipped cream. Phum said that Nong Peem likes it." my eyes widened once more.

Phummmm!!! I don't remember telling you that I like blended green tea and don't like whipped cream. I smiled, thanking Mew, even though I was a little annoyed at being called Nong everytime and was accused of not eating whipped cream. She said that people who don't eat whipped cream are sinners. When we die we will go to hell, remember that.

[T/N: You did homework. One more point]

Mew stood with Phum for a while, then she turned to say goodbye to me and said that it was nice to meet me and thank me for helping carry things for her. Phum walked towards me. He took the bag that was Mew's, whispering commands that only the two of us could hear.

"Wait - right - here. If I come back and I don't see you, you will suffer for sure."

After threatening, he walked away with Mew, arm in arm. Leaving me to stare at him, my mouth opened, astonished at how lousy he was. He definitely the worst of evil. But what could I do? Would I dare to disobey his orders? All I could do was sit and wait as he said and watch over the things that were piled up like a mountain like an abandoned dog.

I dragged my feet to find a quiet place to sit and rest, and found a bench in the middle of nowhere where there weren't too many people around. I carelessly placed the various brand bags on the floor, and sat down, leaning back against the glass railing. I turned to look at the escalator without any passenger slowly running slowly. I soaked my eyes there for a moment. Then I looked back at the milk tea next to me. I grabbed it and took a big gulp. The sweet taste has faded somewhat, but the aroma of tea and milk was still evident. As the coldness flowed down my throat, I almost wanted to spit it out because I thought of the face of the person who bought it for me. I let out a long breath again, tried to brush bad feelings and the question why I had to go through such crazy things off my head.

I looked for the iPod and the headphones which were tangled in the bag. I had to unwrap and unroll it for a long time before I could put it in my ear. Then I took out my sketchbook and pencil and begin sketching. I cut myself off from the outside world. Let the music help soothe my mind as I wander into the world of imagination.

I raised my head again as fatigue crawled up my neck and shoulders. I twisted my sore neck back and forth, left and right several times to get rid of those symptoms. Then I was shocked when I turned over my wristwatch and saw that more than an hour had passed. I gathered all the equipments and stuffed them into a nice, worn-out cloth bag.

An hour passed. I moved to a new seat and sat watching people passing by.

Two hours passed. The water dwindled to the bottom of the cup.

Three hours passed. I went to buy a new drink, carrying a pile of stuffs, because I was afraid that his nephew's gifts would be lost.

Four hours passed. I secretly took a nap from exhaustion but my hands still held onto each bags tightly.

I dozed off then suddently woke up. I tried to open my drowzy eyes and looked around. People started to fade away. I looked down at the time again. The hands on the clock told me that I had been waiting for Phum for nearly four hours. In that moment, I couldn't tell how I was feeling. I was exhausted, I was tired, I was angry, or I was hoping. I hope the person who kept me waiting was coming. He would be close at any minute. But as minute after minute passed, the hope that I had been waiting for never come.

I'm not a person with shallow tears. But my eyes were blinking frequently because I felt pain at the corners of my eyes.

I'm not a crybaby, I just didn't understand why Phum didn't come back.

...

..

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TBC >>>>>>>>>>

T/N: Oh poor Peem
Phum, you were deducted 10 points