Gap Pink Theory Novel Chapter 13 – Exchange
“RIVER SHRIMPS!”
It’s like a dream when I see a huge river shrimp in my hand. It’s full of shrimp paste bubbling up in front of me. That delicious smell is calling me.
“Is it that good?” Khun Sam looks at me while I’m acting like an actress. “No wonder. When I broke the promise, you got upset with me.”
“Who? Who was upset? I didn’t. By the way, I’m so hungry right now. It looks so yummy.”
After saying that, I start eating the shrimp that are in front of me. I’ll be honest, I don’t usually eat good food like this because I just graduated and didn’t get my first paycheck. Also, my mom isn’t particularly rich to buy expensive food like that.
But Khun Sam brought me here to eat… Ah, my benefactress. I must give her a flower ring on every special holiday.
“You are neither pretty nor educated.”
“If you said I’m not pretty, then I am.”
“What?”
“You are a kind of Pharisee.”
“As you know?”
“I watched.”
“As?”
“When you say you don’t like something, it means you like it.” I turn away from my plate to describe her. “For example, you said you didn’t want to propose, but you really did.”
“Bullshit.”
“Is that you. Everyone in your gang thinks the same.”
“Hmmm. When did you speak to them? So if I say I don’t like you. Do you know what it means?”
“It means you like me.”
I smile from ear to ear. And I’m suddenly embarrassed as I stare into her eyes. Her too.
“Craziness. I don’t like you at all.” Her face is getting redder and redder as she’s waving her hands in denial. “I mean what I said.”
“You hate me?”
“Not.”
“Okay, so do you like me or not?”
“I like.”
“…”
“…”
“Enough of that. What the hell are we talking about? Oh, you got a notification, your phone is vibrating.”
She is shaking her body following her cell phone to hide her embarrassment. I look at her, wanting to laugh, but I hold back.
Is she trying to avoid the subject? But what she did with that serious face is so lovely.
“Who will dance? Insane.” She said for no reason. I wonder why, so I set my plate down again and pay attention to her.
“To dance?”
“Jim sent me a dance clip and told me to practice.” Khun Sam shows me on his cell phone a clip of the SES group “I’m too old to dance.”
“A wedding ceremony only happens once in a lifetime. Let’s dance for her.”
“Not.”
It means that she will definitely dance. I smile and am suddenly startled by my cell phone ringing. But I don’t tremble like Khun Sam.
“Hello?”
[Mon, aren’t you at home? I was going to invite you to Chatuchak, where are you?]
I look at Sam before answering him. She is having fun with the dance clip.
“I’m in Ayuthaya with Khun Sam, we go out to eat.”
[You hang out with Khun Sam very often. Last week you were with her. This week it is again. You do not have time for me.]
“Ahhh. Stop complaining. See you every day. Please stop blaming me.” River at the same time. Khun Sam stops looking at his cell phone and stares at me coldly.
“Who is it?”
“It’s Nop.” Silence ensues, so I decide to hang up. “I’m eating. Talk to you later, Nop.”
But cruel eyes are staring at me and I don’t know why I need to be scared of her like that, even though she’s already met Nop.
“I’m sorry.”
“Why are you apologizing?”
“I don’t know.” She said sloppily. She clasps my mouth with her hand. “Hmmm?”
“Your lips are so thin.”
“…”
“Such pretty lips.”
She immediately changes the subject. What’s happening? We maintain eye contact for a while and then she pulls away.
“You seem pretty close to Nop. He is your boyfriend?”
“No, it’s not.”
Khun Sam is serious and I answer her carefully, as if I’m hiding something in the answer.
I’m afraid she’ll get mad.
Hmm? Why am I afraid of this?
“Nop… He always hangs out with you.” She starts to eat while asking. “Aren’t you afraid of rumors that he’s your boyfriend?”
“He has always been my friend, since school. And he was always kind to me.”
“You are popular?”
“Not a lot.” I laugh sheepishly and count on my fingers. “Hmm… there were more than ten confessions.”
A fork falls from Khun Sam’s hand. I laugh when I see the scene.
“Are you okay?”
“Not a lot?”
“If it was a hundred, I would say it was a lot.”
“You are weird.” She speaks. “Beautiful lips.”
“Hmm…” I look at her and say with my mouth full. “Ojcearecentersada min oca (Today you seem interested in my mouth.)”
“What are you saying? OK I understand. Sorry.” She keeps looking at my mouth. “They would definitely enjoy kissing her mouth.”
“…”
“…”
“What do you expect me to answer?”
Now, we are uncomfortable and embarrassed. She keeps looking at my lips. What’s up with her?
“What do you like about me?”
“Hmmm?” Why does she want to know which part of her body I like? “Must be the nose.”
“Do you want to bite my nose?”
“Um…” I roll my eyes upon hearing this response. “Looks delicious.”
“Let’s make a trade.”
“The kind?”
“I let you bite my nose.”
“…”
“And you let me bite your lips.”
She bites her lip as she looks at me. Heavens, what a shame. I lift my hand to cover my mouth.
“You need to ignore my mouth first. I’m bewildered. Nobody talks to their friends like that.”
“You are not my friend.”
“What am I to you?”
“…”
“…”
After a long pause in our conversation, Khun Sam, who is composing himself, changes the subject.
“I saw you took a picture of the river shrimp before you ate it. Are you a social media girl?”
“Oh… what a shame. I’m grumpy. When I saw the prawns on a food blog, I wanted to show them too. You don’t?”
“I don’t understand being in a virtual world and posting pictures of food. Where did you post? Instagram?”
“On my Facebook.”
“Why do we have to have a Facebook account?”
Okay, this is a pretty mind-blowing conversation. I need to be careful.
“It’s to communicate with old friends. We can find them there.”
“Can’t we get in touch by phone? The numbers are recorded in the yearbook.”
“Nowadays, you no longer open yearbooks to find a phone number. She raises her eyebrows, which makes me laugh. “Did you do that?”
“This is why we created the yearbook. If Facebook is as good as you say, I’ll try to learn it, but I won’t post my pictures or update the world about my life.”
“You look like an old woman.”
“What did you say?” she says, irritated.
“You own a digital advertising company, but you don’t understand how to use Facebook, Instagram or other social networks. So I wonder how you survive these days.”
“We came here to eat.”
Heavens. She misunderstood my point again!
“Do you use Facebook a lot?”
“Every day. I keep up with the news there. Is easy.”
“You have a lot of friends?”
“Several. Most of my office colleagues added me. Chin, who works alongside me, flirted with me.” I tell her without thinking.
“Always sending me stickers by private message.”
“I command too.”
“I know.”
“I sent stickers.”
“Yup.”
“I always sent you stickers.”
I look at Khun Sam who keeps repeating what she said. Do I need to interpret something here?
“Exactly. You send me stickers every day.”
Then she crosses her arms, raises her eyebrows, and doesn’t say anything else until we get back.
Okay, I dropped the ball. On the way home, without saying a word, I feel uncomfortable until I reach my house. Until I can’t take it anymore.
“Are you mad at me?”
“Not.”
She smiles at me, which startles me.
She’s mad at me for sure…but why?
“You can tell me if you’re mad at me, because sometimes I don’t understand.”
“You’re always handy using social media, how could you not know? Send beautiful stickers.”
“Do you have a problem with the stickers?”
“I think it is beautiful.”
“Are you mad at me about the stickers?”
“Is not it beautiful.”
I smile. Now I can read your mind and I know what you’re thinking.
“You are beautiful too.”
“…”
“You also send me stickers. More than anyone else.” So I smile at her and she looks at me with narrowed eyes.
“Serious?”
“Really. I think you’re beautiful.”
“Do you measure it by the number of stickers?” She stretches her back. “Then you can go. I’m going back to my house… Oh, don’t forget the shrimps I bought for your mother.”
“Yes ma’am.”
Khun Sam and I turned at the same time to get the prawns from the backseat. Now we are just inches apart from each other.
Palpitation…
Palpitation…
Palpitation…
Help… help me, God. My heart is racing so fast I might have a heart attack.
“Mon.”
“Y… Yes.”
“Not interested?”
“On what?”
“On my offer… The exchange.”
“Hmmm.” I’m confused, rolling my eyes. Her face gets closer and closer to mine.
“Exchange what?”
“I let you bite my nose.”
“…”
“And then I will bite your lips.”
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