War Of Words
He is so right. Charoen nodded. “Saying all this will not hold a good stand. It’s like inviting audience to watch a modern Trojan War. But first you have to be taken to the doctor to check on your head.” He clicked pictures of the damage. There was a big mess on the floor with scattered grains of rice and salt and pulses and tomato sauce splashed. Charoen put the house in order, and Rohan called up the carpenter. Finishing the work, Charoen sat beside him. “We’’ll first go to the doctor. Next time he will become more aggressive and try to do more damage on you. It can be at home, or they may waylay you outside.” She paused. “Or they may harm you. I’ll call up the officer.” At the doctor’s clinic, Rohan was checked and prescribed some pain killers and a gel to be applied to ease of
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