WESTTHESUNFROMANOTHERSTAR, Chapter 3: Prisoner
Daotok
In the dimly lit room, I heard the clock ticking by the minute, the air conditioner, water dripping. I scanned the room, and light from outside filtered through the balcony, casting a shadow of someone standing at the foot of my bed.
A sense of oppression overwhelmed me, making me feel uneasy; the room’s temperature was chillingly cold, unlike what I remembered. I slowly closed my eyes again, not caring whether I was asleep or awake. After a while, the blanket at my feet was tugged, and it wasn’t hard to guess who was doing it. I used my feet to pull the blanket back.
Before the shadow at the foot of the bed could reach me by grabbing my ankle, pulling hard enough to startle me into sitting up abruptly.
“What are you doing?” I asked with a hint of irritation. The thing I hated most, aside from being disturbed while working, was being disturbed while trying to sleep, especially when I was so sleepy.
He didn’t answer, slowly raising his right hand to point at…
Pointing at me.
“What?”
I looked towards where he was pointing.
The bracelet?
“The bracelet? Should I take it off?”
“No. I’m not talking anymore, I’m going to sleep.” I said before lying down again. This time, the disturbance was more severe; he yanked my leg hard enough for me to slide with the force. I grabbed the edge of the bed to resist falling off, looking up in confusion.
“Okay.” I answered, moving to the middle of the bed again and taking off the bracelet.
“Pulling my leg like that is very rude, get to the point quickly.” I said, somewhat annoyed, this was clear harassment. If he were stronger and I couldn’t grab the bed in time, I’d surely get hurt.
The shadow slowly revealed a clearer face.
Phii Donat?
In the appearance of a normal person, wearing a white T-shirt and long pants. No blood, just slightly pale. He slowly sat down at the end of the bed. ‘you ’
“?”
‘Is your name Dao?’
“Yes, what do you want? I won’t move. I need to sleep on the right side of the bed, otherwise, I won’t be able to sleep.”
‘Hmm. It’s not about that. I, um, can you get something for me?’
“What?”
‘I want to eat Aunt Jum’s basil fried rice.’
“…”
‘Please, I really want to eat it.’
“…You pulled my leg for that?”
‘No, there’s another thing.’
“…”
‘Help me find out who killed me.’
“…Isn’t it your boyfriend, like the news said?”
‘I don’t believe my girlfriend did it, please, help me out here.’
“I’m not doing it, I’m too lazy.”
‘…’ Phii Donat turned to look at me with a disappointed face, letting out a small sigh, ‘Why are you so heartless? You seem like a good person on the outside.’
“…”
‘Can’t you help at all? Otherwise, I’ll keep bothering you like this every night.’
“…”
You know, the spot where I’m sleeping, it’s where you died, so you can do whatever you want to me.
I’ve been threatened by a ghost now…
“So, how do you want me to help?”
‘I don’t know.’
“Oh.”
‘Try asking the doctor next door, he knows my girlfriend.’
And then Phii Donat disappeared without us having a proper conversation. I lay down again, closing my eyes, not wanting to think about what just happened, deciding to sleep first because I was very sleepy.
…
Arthit
I leaned back against the sofa in the midst of the noisy bar, live music mixed with people’s voices, the smell of alcohol wafting around, lifting my whiskey glass to drink, letting my favorite taste slowly go down my throat until the glass was empty. I put down the empty glass and reached for the bottle beside me, only to find it empty too.
“Out already?” I asked.
“Oh, order more then.” another friend said.
I had just come back from a car race after not competing for a while. With the new max I ordered and had Direk pay for, I changed it and went straight to the track. I can say it was incredibly fun, and I won a lot of money. Now, I was celebrating with my racer friends, drinking.
“Don’t you have ward rounds?”
“I’m free tomorrow, order more.”
“Yeah, I’ll go get it myself.” One of my friends said that before getting up from the table. I’ve been drinking with my friends for almost two hours now, I think, and I was starting to feel quite drunk too, because I hadn’t drunk in a long time, which made my throat feel very dry, so I drank without restraint. After several more bottles, I barely had any consciousness left.
“Let’s go, Arthit, I’ll take you home, I’ll leave your bike here.”
“Okay.” I answered, though I could hardly keep my eyes open. Someone hoisted me up and led me out; they were saying something I couldn’t make out, then I felt myself being seated in a car, and I passed out. When I came to, I was being dragged out of the car, “Thanks, who are you?”
“I’m Mai, whatever, go, go to your room.”
“I can go up by myself, you go.”
“Sure?”
“Yeah, sure, drive safely.”
“Yeah.” I staggered my way under the condo, pressed the elevator button, and waited for a while before walking in and pressing for the seventh floor. My head was spinning, and I felt nauseous. Normally, I have a high tolerance for alcohol, but tonight I drank a lot because, as I mentioned, I hadn’t drunk in a while, and I was also celebrating with money from winning a car race.
When the elevator stopped, even though my vision was blurry, I thought this was the seventh floor. I steadied myself as I walked out to the end of the hallway, stopped at my door, and leaned against the wall, fumbling in my pocket for my keycard.
Damn…
Where’s the keycard?
Shit, fukcing hell, why disappear now when I’m already having a headache. I gave up on the keycard and instead knocked on the door of the room next to mine. Soon, the occupant slowly opened the door.
“Lost my keycard, let me sleep here.”
“…” There was no response, and the door was shut in my face.
Huh?
I knocked on the door again, irritated.
“What now?”
“The sofa is fine, I lost my keycard, I’m drunk.”
“Uh.” He only said that before closing the door on me again. I banged on the door again, but he didn’t open it, this bastard, how can you ignore me like this?
We’re neighbors, for god’s sake, there’s only me and you on this floor.
Damn, my head hurts.
I pulled my phone out of my pocket and called North immediately, hoping he’d answer. After a while, the line was picked up.
(What’s up?) Jo’s voice.
“Let me talk to your wife.”
(What’s with my wife?)
“Damn, is this the time to be jealous? I can’t get into my room.”
(Your problem.)
“Johan, damn it, quick, his friend won’t open the door for me, I’m drunk, lost my key card.”
(Alright, alright) Jo answered irritably, he must have been asleep already. After a moment, North’s voice came through, sounding sleepy, (What’s up, man?) “Tell your friend to open the door for me.”
(What?)
“I’m drunk, damn it, so drunk I can’t stand, lost my key card, and your friend won’t help me at all, we’re right next door.”
(Alright, so what are you going to do, sleep with my friend?) “The sofa, the floor, anything, I’ve slept outside before and got bitten by mosquitoes.” I said, remembering one time when I got drunk and lost my key card like now, but last time, no one was on the floor. I was too drunk to drag myself anywhere else, too drunk to go to another floor or downstairs, so I slept in front of my door, thinking I might die of dengue fever when I woke up.
(Alright, I’ll try to tell him.)
“Yeah.” I responded, letting my arm drop to the floor. I was so drunk I felt like a dog, completely wasted. After a while, the door next to me opened, and the other person handed me some mosquito repellent.
For now…
“You don’t need to return it.”
He placed the small bottle of mosquito repellent beside me and closed the door again.
Damn…
“Yeah, thanks, I was worried about sleeping outside and getting bitten by mosquitoes, so you gave me mosquito repellent. No need to return it, I appreciate the gesture.
Spit!!
I called North again.
(What now, man?)
“What did you tell your friend?”
(Told him not to let you sleep outside, or the mosquitoes would get you. So, how did you get into the room?)
“He gave me mosquito repellent.” my words made North burst out laughing, “Is it that funny? Your friend is so heartless.”
(He’s not heartless, he might just hate your guts.)
“Yeah, tell him again. If he doesn’t let me into the room, I’ll vomit on his door.”
(Damn.)
“Yeah, go tell him. Let me use your bathroom for a bit, my throat’s acting up.”
(Alright, just a sec.)
North hung up again. Not long after, the neighbor opened the door, this time looking at me with disgust, but I didn’t care, I entered the room and headed straight for the bathroom.
What the hell did they serve me, what did I eat to feel this bad, Direk’s face floated into my mind, Direk…help me, my head’s killing me. I let everything I ate come back up, my head was pounding, and my stomach was churning; I felt like I was going to die, damn it.
I flushed the toilet and took a moment to breathe. While I was resting, I heard the sound of a woman crying, the same kind of sound I often heard in my own room, but this time it was clearer and louder, like the source was right next to me, crying right into my ear.
‘Huh…huh, it hurts…’
“…Ugh.” I felt like my insides were twisting. I bent over, vomiting into the toilet again, feeling like my guts were about to come out.
‘Uh…please, don’t hurt me…huh.’
“…Shut up.” I spoke in a low voice because I was out of strength, already on the verge of death from vomiting, yet there’s still someone messing with me, my head’s killing me.
‘Huh…’ The crying echoed louder around the bathroom, making me even more irritated.
“I told you to shut up, or I’ll come and shag you for real!!”
‘…’
I shouted loudly, unable to bear it anymore, and the crying stopped immediately. I was left with myself, served her right, my head was already about to explode, and she still came crying into my ear. Try crying again, and you’ll see what I’ll do, I’ll make you never stop crying, damn it.
…
Daotok
I peeked at the drunk guy hugging my toilet, unsure what to do next. At first, he asked to sleep over, but I wasn’t having any of that. I was going to leave him outside, but North called, asking me to help, so I gave him the mosquito repellent. In the end, I had to let him use the bathroom because I didn’t want him vomiting on my door.
I’ve drunk alcohol too, but never to the extent of being this drunk. He must have drunk a lot judging by his condition. Earlier, I heard him shouting at the crying woman in the bathroom, not just shouting but also threatening her. I don’t know what to do next, but the woman who was crying in the bathroom has disappeared. I don’t feel the presence of the ghost in the bathroom anymore; did she disappear because of his shouting?
Whatever, what should I do with this unconscious drunk guy still hugging the toilet?
I definitely won’t drag or carry him out; it would be too exhausting, and I’m not going to clean him up or take care of him.
Hmm. I should try to wake him up first.
I walked over and shook him gently, then increased the force when he showed no signs of waking.
I should call security.
With that thought, I went to get the condo phone, dialed the number for security, and asked for help, saying there was a drunk person. After a while, two security guards came knocking on the door.
“He’s in the bathroom.” I said, leading the two male security guards to the bathroom. They looked at each other awkwardly, probably because they didn’t want to come into this room much, “He’s from the room next door, said he lost his key card.”
“Ah, that’s bad. The management office is closed now. We can only help him out, but if he loses his key card, we’ll have to leave him outside. Could you bother to let him stay here for one night?” one of them said politely with a dry smile. I nodded slightly, indicating I understood.
“Then can you take him outside to sleep…?”
My words made the two look at each other again.
“Uh, well…uh. I’m worried about this person’s safety too. How about letting him stay here? Or is there any inconvenience?”
“…” I stayed silent, letting out a small sigh, “Yes. Alright then, I apologize for the late-night disturbance. I’ll handle it myself.”
“Yes, feel free to call us if you need anything.”
“Okay.” and then the two security guards walked out, looking at the person causing trouble with disdain. No one likes having strangers in their room, especially when they’re drunk. I decided to lock the bathroom door and leave him there. I’ll open it when I wake up in the morning.
“…”
‘Aren’t you going to let him out?’ Emma’s voice, who was sitting on the bed, rang out.
“No.”
‘Why not?’
“It’s troublesome for us, why should we help him?”
‘Don’t be so heartless, you’re neighbors. Maybe in the future, you might need his help.’ Emma’s words made me sigh deeply, ‘North also asked you to help look after him.’
“What?”
‘When it comes to North, Ter, and Phoon, Michael becomes soft-hearted, only with these three.’
“They’re my friends.”
‘So help a bit. It’s not bad, Michael, being nice to others isn’t a bad thing.’
“I don’t want to be nice anymore.”
‘I know, but not everyone in the world is as cruel as those people, your current friends have proven that.’
“…”
‘Your cold nature is hard to change.’
“I don’t want to change it, and I don’t see any need to.” I responded just like that, before noticing out of the corner of my eye Phii Donat standing in front of the locked bathroom door. I turned back to look at my computer screen, as usual, intentionally ignoring Emma who was trying to persuade me to help him until she stopped talking.
The next time I became aware, the light from the sun was shining in from the balcony, I had worked through the night. I walked over to unlock the bathroom door and gently shook the person who was sleeping, he slowly opened his eyes. “You can go back to your room now.” I said in my usual calm voice. He pushed himself up to sit and looked around.
“The bathroom?”
“…”
“Did I sleep here last night?”
“Uh.”
“K, thanks for letting me crash here, what time is it?” “Six.”
“Yeah.” He only said that before he steadied himself, stood up, and left my room. At first, I thought he’d be angry or make a fuss because I let him sleep in the bathroom, but it seems he didn’t care. I looked around the bathroom and found it wasn’t dirty or messy because my bathroom is clean to begin with, so there’s no problem sleeping there.
I ran some warm water in the tub and soaked for a while to relax after working all night, then collapsed onto my bed.
…
Arthit
I’m so damn tired…
I wasn’t sure if sleeping outside or in the bathroom was better, but at least I didn’t vomit on myself or get bitten by mosquitoes risking dengue fever. Even sleeping in the bathroom isn’t that bad, it’s not dirty at all. I can sleep anywhere, really.
I went down to the condo’s management office. Luckily, it was open early. I got a spare key card and returned to my room, took a shower, and went to bed. With the lingering effects of the alcohol, I fell asleep easily.
Not you again…
I wasn’t sure if I was awake or dreaming, but I thought it must be a dream because the room was pitch black and I saw that bastard Donut sitting beside me.
“Damn, I want to sleep.”
‘Talk to me for a bit, Phii.’
“I’m not even sober yet.”
‘Last night, I wanted to help you, but they wouldn’t let me in.’
“In the bathroom?”
‘Yeah.’
“Who wouldn’t let you in?” I asked, surprisingly not feeling as much of a headache, probably because I was dreaming. Donat appeared in his pre-death state, wearing a t-shirt and long pants he liked to sleep in. No blood, but…
Pale-faced.
‘Phii Cream, the one who got her throat cut at the sink, she’s really fierce, but I already threatened’ Donat said before he burst out laughing, ‘Last time, you jerked yourself in front of her. Now you’re going to threaten her like that again, you damn bastard.’
“Really? Must have been drunk, can’t remember shit.”
‘Yeah, but when you threatened to have sex with her, Phii Cream was genuinely shocked. Phii Eng didn’t dare to cry anymore.’ Don’s words made me burst out laughing.
“And what do you want coming here?”
‘Seriously, Arthit, it takes a hell of a lot of energy for me to enter dreams or cross over rooms, so this is really important.’ He got serious.
“Go on.”
‘I want to eat Aunt Jum’s basil fried rice.
“…”
‘Please buy some and light incense for me. I’ve asked Nong Dao, but he seems to have forgotten.’
“Aunt Jum followed her young husband to Surat Thani.” I said, Aunt Jum was the owner of a food stall near the condo, but the last time I tried to visit, her shop was closed. I heard she followed her young husband to Surat Thani. She’s over forty, her life is full of strange things, but honestly, you’re not that strange.” ‘Huh, bad luck. Then tell my mom I want to eat basil fried rice, she should stop bringing me braised eggs, I’m sick of them.’
“Why don’t you go into your mom’s dreams yourself?”
‘I can’t, it’s like there’s a barrier, I feel like she didn’t kill me.’
“You’re just making excuses, hasn’t Meen confessed to the police already?” I said, “You’re still defending her even after she killed you. You’re blind to the truth.”
‘No, you know how much Meen loved me, she wouldn’t kill me.’
“You’re so damn confident.” I couldn’t help but curse, still saying Meen loved him even after she killed him, “You cheated on her, you think I didn’t hear? You two fought every day. Meen could kill someone like…”
‘Damn, doctor, you’re not even on my side a bit. Do you think I would cheat on
Meen?’
“Yeah.”
‘Damn. I didn’t cheat, it was a misunderstanding. Even though she’s hottempered, has a bad character, and talks like a dog, unlike other women. She was never gentle, would beat me when in a bad mood, curse at me every day, and lately, we fought because she thought I was cheating. That night she was drunk, but she shouldn’t have killed me.’
“…Really?” I asked, frowning. From what he told me, there was nothing to contradict that Meen killed him.
‘Yeah. I don’t know, really, but I can’t remember anything, it took three or four days to realize I was dead. At least, help me find out the truth so I can move on.’
“Going where?”
‘To heaven, you idiot, what a question. Even if there are only beautiful ghosts here, I don’t want to stay anymore.’
“Why?”
‘Because I’m the only male ghost here, I get bullied all the time by these female spirits. You know how powerful women can be, and you know I’m scared of ghosts. I lived here because Meen was not afraid of ghosts. I’ve seen Phii Eng hanging herself, Phii Praow jumping off the building, Phii Cream lying in a blood-filled bathtub; my heart can’t take it, man. Sometimes, I’m still shocked, and they keep messing with me.’ Donat’s words made me feel sorry for him immediately; even dead, he’s still getting bullied.
“Oh, oh, I’ll sober up and go see Meen for you.”
‘K.’
And then I fell asleep again. When I woke up, it was already afternoon, and I felt much better. I showered, got dressed, went to get something to eat, and then visited Meen in prison.
I sat waiting in front of the glass, and after a while, Meen in her dull prison uniform walked over to sit on the other side. She looked a bit surprised to see me. “Hey, haven’t seen you in a while.” Meen greeted me in her usual tone. I don’t know how many women like Meen one encounters in a lifetime—rough, foulmouthed as Donat described, and covered in tattoos—but I have quite a few friends like this.
“Yeah, how have you been?”
“Fun, I guess, what do you expect, asking a prisoner?” She said irritably, “And you, started your ward rounds yet? And you came to visit me?”
“I’ve started my ward rounds, came to visit. Last night, I talked with Donat.” I said.
“Oh, how many times did you suck him off?”
“I didn’t suck him off, he just likes to show up in my dreams. Since he died, he’s been coming over from his room to mine.”
“Wait.” Meen stopped me, “You’re still in the same room?”
“Yeah, why?”
“Aren’t you moving?”
“Too lazy to move, and someone else has already moved into your old room.” “For real?” The person in front of me looked skeptical, “What kind of person moves into a haunted room, it’s like a mosquito breeding ground.”
“You used to live there too, right?”
“The rent is cheap, and I’m not afraid of ghosts, I’m almost like friends with them now. Donat is scared shitless, did he say anything to you about how he’s doing? Being a ghost, he shouldn’t be afraid of ghosts anymore, right?”
“He told me he’s still a bit shocked, being pranked by a female ghost in his room, the poor bastard.” I told him, and Meen burst out laughing loudly.
“Yeah, yeah. Without me, there’s no one to protect him, right?” Meen said, shaking her head slightly in annoyance, though her eyes showed a hint of sadness. “Back to the point, Donat says you didn’t kill him, is that true?” My words made the person in front of me frown, looking troubled for a moment, “You didn’t kill him?”
“Seriously, doctor, I don’t know.”
“Huh.”
“It’s just that we were fighting like crazy at that time because I caught him cheating on me. I was so damn angry, does he think I’m stupid or what? Sometimes I thought about killing him, I really did. And that night, I was drunk, you know, very drunk. I remember drinking white liquor.”
“You didn’t invite me, I wanted some white liquor too.”
“Sorry, I forgot. I went out to drink because I was fighting with Donat. That night, I was so drunk, my memory was a blur, I couldn’t remember anything. I woke up in the morning to find Donat lying there in a pool of blood next to me, and I had a knife in my hand. What was I supposed to think? At that moment…it was like, ‘damn you, damn you, Meen, you bitch’.” Meen recounted, rubbing her face, picturing the morning of that day.
“So you thought you killed him?”
“If not me, then who? With all this. Even if I can’t remember, the knife was my kitchen knife, perfectly familiar.”
“But there’s no evidence, since you can’t remember anything.”
“That’s the thing, but I had to call the police. If I left it too long or tried to hide anything, it would only get worse. When the police arrived, they asked questions, I was dazed, shocked. In the end, I got arrested.” I held my head in my hands upon hearing Meen’s story, “I couldn’t deny it completely because I couldn’t remember anything, so I just…yeah, went to jail.” Really?
Meen, I’m asking seriously…
“And the police didn’t look for any other evidence?”
“They didn’t, I guess. Do you understand that they pinned everything on me?”
“Yeah, but Donat told me you didn’t kill him.”
“Tell him he’s a fool, overthinking. If not me, then who?”
“Seems like you don’t want to get out of trouble, you bastard.”
“No. If I could, I wouldn’t want to be in jail, but do you understand that there’s nothing I can do about it now? Even me; I’m not sure myself, it took me a while to accept this, to adjust to being here.” Meen said, letting out a big sigh. I didn’t need to be told to know how hard it must have been for her, “I thought about killing him, you know, out of anger. But thinking about it now, I don’t want him dead. I love him to death, even if he was a bastard.”
“You’re getting all dramatic, and I don’t know how to react.”
“Cut the drama, who’s crying here? Someone like me, I am Meen?” She cursed under her breath, quickly wiping away her tears, mocking herself with a smile, “I didn’t even go to his funeral, after being together for four or five years, I couldn’t even see my husband’s face.”
“Yeah, when Donat died, our condo was under renovation.”
“And why?”
“They turned off the CCTV system too. Anyone could have come up to kill Donat.” I said when I remembered, which made her look at me as if she just realized something.
“Yeah, but who would want to kill him? As far as I know, he didn’t have any enemies. Or did he secretly bet on football without telling me?”
“If someone else killed him, how could they get into your room? Who has a spare key card or key?”
“Wow, I gave out a lot of spare keys, to all my friends, my sister, my parents too, just in case I got too drunk to get back into my room. Donat probably gave some to his parents.” She said, “You suspect someone around us?”
“It’s possible, but why do I have to play detective?” I sighed slightly out of boredom, “I’ll look into it.”
“You’re going to solve this case for us? Wow, I appreciate it. If you could help me out, that would be great. If I’m really not guilty, I don’t want to stay here. If I get out, I’ll buy you drinks for three months.”
“Really?”
“When it comes to alcohol, your ears perk up, huh? Yeah, have you heard of me? Being in here sucks, I can’t smoke, can’t drink, I’m going crazy.” She cursed irritably, “So, how’s the new tenant in my old room?”
“What do you mean?”
“Has he experienced anything? Have you talked to him?”
“No, I haven’t talked to him, but last night I was drunk and ended up sleeping in his room.”
“Didn’t waste time talking, went straight to the bed action?” She raised an eyebrow.
“I was drunk, lost my key card.”
“Again? I remember when you used to do that a lot, always asking to sleep on my couch, always losing your key card when drunk. Tie it around your neck or something, be more careful, damn it, nobody else lives on the floor anymore.”
“Marry me.”
“Huh, you wanted me as your wife but didn’t say so.” She said with a sly grin that was quite irritating. Yeah, that’s how Meen is.
“Even a female dog would be better.”
“Why? I want to have a doctor as a husband once, you could close your eyes.”
“Donat would cry if he heard that.”
“Kidding.” Meen said, laughing a little, “So, did he let you sleep in the room?
That’s kind.”
“Yeah, he left me to sleep hugging the toilet all night.” My words made the person in front of me laugh with delight, “I think I woke up once, tried to leave but I was locked in the bathroom, so yeah, I slept there. But when I woke up, I was dizzy. So, I really slept in the bathroom? I thought it was a dream, but it was real.”
“Nice guy, I like him. Same age?”
“Younger, a friend of my code junior.”
“Oh, and has he seen anything in the room? Did you ask? Did he see Donat?”
“He did, he says he’s still scratching his nails.”
“When I get out of prison, I’m going to slap some sense into Donat; that asshole. Even when he was alive he would keep scratching walls until there were no nails left, that bastard. If he doesn’t get scolded by me, he won’t stop bothering you every day, right?”
“Yeah, it’s so annoying. The latest thing is him saying you might not have killed him.” I said, “Oh yeah, Meen, my code junior’s friend, the one living next to me, he can communicate with spirits.”
“Really?” Meen made a face of disbelief, “Hey, that’s good then, ask the ghost in the room if they saw anything when Donat was killed.”
“Ask like that?”
“Ask, why not? The witness is right under your nose, floating around in the room. Finally, those ghosts can be useful for something.”
“Can people really talk to them?” I spoke up. I wasn’t really inclined to believe it, honestly, I don’t even believe ghosts are real. Even hearing voices or seeing them in dreams, I still don’t want to believe, especially when it comes to supernatural stuff like talking to dead people or having psychic abilities.
“You should try it. It won’t hurt.”
“What if it lies? Crazy people talk to ghosts, I believe in science.”
“Damn, you stubborn doctor, I should ask the guards to let me out to smack your head.” She said irritably. Why is she so rough for a woman? Don’t release her from prison, she’s too fierce, “You still have the nerve to say you won’t believe when you curse and shout at the ghost in my room every day.”
“I can’t explain it, but people can lie too.”
“And what you told me about talking with Donat, were you lying?”
“Why would I lie about that?”
“Here’s the thing, you come asking who talks to ghosts, yet you talk to them yourself. Not sober from drinking, huh? You’re contradicting yourself, hit yourself.”
“Yeah, right.” I raised my hand to scratch my head lightly, probably still not fully sober. I couldn’t say I didn’t believe it since I’ve talked to Donut myself, “If the tenant next door can really talk to ghosts, I should ask for his help, right?” “Yeah, talk to him nicely, don’t be rude to him. You’ll be in trouble if he gets annoyed. You caused him trouble last night too.”
“You’re such a nag, Meen.”
“Let me nag. This is my life, you know. You come here giving me hope to get out of prison, when I’ve already made peace with it. You’re responsible now, go talk to him nicely, apologize too, and if possible, bring him to talk to me.
Understand, doc?”
“Wow, yeah, yeah, don’t forget my three months of drinks.”
“Yeah, you can go now. Next time, bring something when you visit, don’t come empty-handed, I’m hungry here.”
“You’re asking for too much, what do you expect while in jail? Think I’d be scared if you threaten me?”
“If I get out of prison, I’ll make you my husband, Arthit.”
“I’m scared now.”
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