the evening Monika sat in the car waiting for Jirawut and all his wives to arrive at the club. She had dressed nicely, wearing a dark blue dress that made her appear tall and slim.
As the car arrived, Monika waved to Jirawut and then got out of the car, walking toward him, her long black hair flowing behind her.
"All Jirawut's wives, please sit on the bus. We will leave as soon as we can," Monika's servant called.
The women climbed aboard the bus, having no idea why they were going somewhere.
Jirawut opened the door to get inside the vehicle. "Monika, you come to me?"
"Yes, Jirawut."
"You still look so lovely in this dress. It looks good on you." He pulled her close, kissing her lips lightly.
Monika giggled. "Yes, it does. When you wear it I like to look at your handsome face."
He laughed.