Chapter 2: Be Patient
Wirata locked the door quickly, stood still. She heard the door of the master bedroom slammed shut. Her heart was beating so fast at this minute. It was the first time to face Pichani's boyfriend.
He looked evil! Ful of a mafia appearance from head to toes. It made her hair at her neck stood up! Wirata shook her head tried to get his picture out of her mind, but somehow, she couldn't get rid of it! Body with tattoos!
Wirata shook her head again and again, still saw that tall body with only a towel wrapped his down below part, the chest was covered with tattoos, Yak! Disgusting!
Wirata went to wash her face and told herself to focus on her homework, it seemed work! And it was done at about 8 p.m.
knock-knock!
"Wine? Are you in there?" The sound of Pichani calling at the front of the door.
"Yes"
"I'm hungry. Did you buy anything from the market?"
"Nope. I saved some fried-rice for you in the fridge."
"Already had it! That's for breakfast, now t's 8 p.m. my dear. Can you cook something else for me? I am half dead right now. Oh god, you know my boyfriend has a high sexual drive, he never wants to stop, and he's addicted to me so much. Oh, I'm so happy but tired now."
Pichani said loudly without shame in her voice. Wirata pretended not to pick every word she's barking about but, still remember that tall guy with tattoos on the chest, the right arm, and the left arm!
She opened the door, there she was, the sex goddess, Pichani was wearing a silk robe her cheeks were pink with her messy long wavy red hair. Without saying a word Wirata walked to the kitchen, opened the fridge to see if she could make something edible for her roommate. She put on an apron with active movement.
Pichani followed and sat on a chair at the dining table. Thinking about Stefan's order, he wanted her to get rid of the girl. She looked at Wirata, the way of the slim body moving fast and seemed to know what's she doing. Who's going to be stupid enough to get rid of someone who could cook, could do housework and also could pay the rent!
Pichani was not daft to tell Stefan about it. He would go mad if he knew she was taking money from this girl when he had already paid for the whole year's rent!
"Omelette?" Wirata asked, seeing some eggs in the fridge. She opened the freezer reached for frozen pizza, threw it into the microwave pushed the button.
Pichani watched with joy, must admit that Wirata was a smart and skillful person. But Pichani thought that she had better skills than Wirata, the skills of feeding a hungry man in bed! and that's very important! Wirata's a loser in this case. She's too innocent like the most ordinary Thai girls.
"Omelette's great, need three, I'm exhausted, need to gain my energy back. Oh, tonight I'm going out, my close friend's birthday party." Pichani announced.
"Oh, I see. Okay." Wirata responded with no interest and she knew Pichani did not care either if Wirata had anything to say or not. When firstly moved in Wirata used to warn her about her studying responsibility, she had failed and missed classes, but Pichani didn't like it and said mean words to Wirata. Since then Wirata learned to keep her mouth shut. If one didn't love herself, what could she do and why would she have to care!
Wirata made an omelet, put it on a plate, took the pizza out of the microwave, put everything on the table in front of Pichani.
"Thanks. By the way, my boyfriend, he likes privacy so much. So when he comes next time, will you make sure to stay out somewhere?"
Wirata paused for a minute then shrugged.
"Yes, fine, no problems, just let me know in advance so that I can make sure to stay away. Oh, have you seen the letter from your Uni, the third one?"
"About what?" Pichani asked, biting the pizza.
"I think it's about your absence from classes."
"Who cares! My boyfriend's super-rich. In fact, I don't have to study at all, as long as I serve him well in bed, that'll be enough. He gives me lots of money each time and this one, he's God of prosperity, I'm telling you. I'll make sure to stick with him forever." Pichani said with confidence.
Wirata felt pity for her. She'd got a short vision about life and the future. She didn't think if one day he had enough and got bored and left, what would she do? One day her beautiful face and sexy body would change and go aging, one day it would be no longer attractive and nice to look at anymore.
That guy looked so mean and he just wanted her for sex, Wirata was sure about that and it's sure not last forever like Pichani was wishing for, but Wirata didn't bother to say out, because Pichani would not listen to anyway. So, let her be.
Pichani finished eating and left the messy plates on the table, she had that bad habit to have people serve her all the time. Wirata got used to it and didn't want to complain because, at the end of the day, the rent is cheaper than anywhere else.
Sophia Bradley, Wirata's close friend didn't understand why Wirata had to live with this mean woman. Sophia was from a well-off family who had everything she wished for, so she was another one who didn't quite understand about the poor, how patient a not-so-well-off girl who lived far away from home had to be. Even Wirata's mother owned a Thai restaurant in Las Vegas, but it's only a small one and just earned enough to live comfortably, but not rich and Wirata would do everything to help to save, made sure she wasn't going to spend her mother's hard earn money without good reasons.
However, for Sophia, even she was from a rich family but she was down to earth, very nice to Wirata, she liked to protect her from mean and rude people, she hated the way Pichani treated her. Sophia used to offer Wirata to live at her big house. But Wirata refused because she didn't want to disturb Sophia's family. Living here with Pichani made her learn how to cope with bad situations, Wirata liked to think positively.
Her mother once said God sent people into our lives with purposes. He wanted to teach us something. No one came into our lives by chance. Mother strongly believed in that. And for Wirata, this time, she would like to believe that God had sent Pichani into her life to explain what the word "patient" really meant!
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Chapter 3: Who's a liar
One year later
Stefan came to Boston for a meeting at the Headquarter and came to Pichani's apartment that night. The tall and broad figure had finished showering and stepped up on a bed. Pichani pushed him to lie down and removed the towel. Her small mouth worked on him, his handsome face lifted up, made a low voice in his throat. He released and let her cleaned up the way she liked to do it for him.
"May I have some extra money, honey. This month I have to pay for the tutor's fee." Pichani said, moved up to sit on his lap, using her hand to touch him, reaching up for a condom. Stefan frowned.
"I've given you more than enough, Pich." Harsh tone said carelessly. Pichani was not pleased to hear that but tried to keep smiling face, kissed him on the cheek. He tilted his face away with the bore in his eyes.
He gave her a lot already more than she deserved. Stefan was not stupid to spend more than he had to, he didn't even come to her often, less than five times the whole year, his life was more in Las Vega and he had never lacked women there. Now the sharp deep blue eyes gazed her body. Stefan felted enough, didn't want to touch this woman anymore, that meant she was finished!
And another thing, he saw the small room still occupied! Pichani didn't do what he ordered her to do!
"I have a lot of expenses as a woman who has to look after herself, darling and uh, I have to help the girl too. She has got money problems. "
Pichani lied to Stefan, his handsome face frowned upon after hearing.
"That's what I want to ask you. What did I tell you, Pich? I said nobody's allowed to be here apart from you!" He said with edgy voice.
"Cut down your expenses by yourself. I haven't come to you often. That girl is your own problem, get rid of her or I am finish with you."
"Why are you so mean and stingy? I'm your lover, Stefan."
"You're my woman, not my lover." He corrected her words. Pichani felt displeased, but Stefan didn't care. Pichani tried to control her anger because she knew well, at the end of the day she needed Stefan's supports.
"Okay, don't complain too much, darling. The girl, she has no one ... I am helping her because it's the act of kindness. I don't think you understand. Anyway, let's not waste our time, you didn't come to me for a long time and I miss you so much, my love."
Finished saying, Pichani lifted her hips and straddled his lap then moved her body back and forth, the ways she knew he loved it. Stefan felt that Pichani's body had changed, too loose down there. He thought she might be seeing someone else behind his back. If it was true she would pay for her betrayal.
"You know well if you cheat on me, what will happen."
Warning her, Stefan suddenly didn't feel wanting her any longer. Pushed Pichani off his body and stepped into the bathroom.
"Oh, darling, I don't have anyone besides you. I swear!" Pichani shouted after him.
Stefan took a shower and walked back out, put on his cloth.
"I hate betrayal, if I know you're lying and fucking someone else behind my back, you don't wanna know what you deserve. So make sure it will never happen!" Threatening voice said before he took off.
Pichani could feel her goosebumps raising along her whole body as looking at the God-made-body of Stefan Mackenzie disappeared. This whole year he came to her only a few times and Pichani liked sex too much, she felt the need and couldn't control herself, so she took a few men on and off. After partying she usually brought a date here having hot sex all night long. Wirata knew about it, so Pichani must make sure the girl would keep her mouth shut!
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