Manner Of Death English Translation

Chapter 16

The only thing I'm afraid of is Bunn finding out in my office the date I graduated.

I watch Dr. Bunn walk up the stairs to my office on the 3rd floor of my school. My office should impress him. I always remove unnecessary knick-knacks, leaving only a neat and tidy piece of work. I prefer clean and spacious workplaces. I suspected that Bunn would inspect my office to find out who I am. But, I'm positive he won't find anything other than photos and stacks of files for my students.

One thing that might seem unusual is the graduation photo on the shelf behind the desk. I don't know if Bunn will be suspicious that I graduated last year, the year I turned 25, when he sees it.

But who could suspect the year of graduation? Bunn probably doesn't know how old I am. I try to silence my worry and go to class. I glance through the glass door to see my students waiting for me. I'm almost 10 minutes late. I think I owe them an apology.

Once inside, the discussions quickly stop. The students turn to me and raise their hands to greet me with a smile on their faces.

"Sorry, I am late." I walk over to the whiteboard in front of the room, my eyes scan my students looking for their lesson page, "Today we will finish the biomolecules and then we will continue with the Quota Test to train you for the end of the course, If you have any questions now is the time because the test is coming." I then notice that the boy in the school uniform sitting by the window is daydreaming. He has his chin on his hand, his eyes looking out the window, smiling.

"Sorrawit!" I call the slender boy. "Oh, pay attention to class please. What's the matter? Thinking about your girlfriend?"

After that, laughter can be heard throughout the classroom. Sorrawit has always been the target of my remarks for daydreaming in class. The boy's reaction to my remark helps me and the students relax. Sorrawit is scarlet red.

"No... nobody, sir," Sorrawit scratches his head and quickly opens his notebook. I met this boy when I went to offer exam preparation classes at his school. Sorrawit came to me and told me he wanted to go to medical school. He asked me to give him private lessons, so I persuaded him to sign up for the crash courses for the Quota Test. He is naive and attentive. I want him to be accepted in medicine as he hopes.

"Look at yourself. Of course that's what you were doing. How dare you have a girlfriend before me?" I keep teasing him before I resume my teaching role, "Okay, take page 39. The chemical structure of amino acids ..."

The class continues quietly. I love to teach children. I never imagined that I would become a teacher. However, fate seems to have guided me straight on this path out of necessity. I have to thank what inspired me to do this because it's a job that I love. And the salary is very interesting if you are wondering.

My goal after this course is to find the man who was waiting for me in my office. I have to convince Bunn to trust me. The plan to make him believe that the intruder and I were different people improved our interactions. I'll try to convince him to write the falsified report. When this is all over and my involvement in this incident, I will seriously ask him to go out with me.

Oh, how much I'm waiting for that day. The day I am released from this mess and can live a peaceful life with it.

...

Sunlight breaks through the dense morning fog, passing through the window of the bedroom that Bunn and I share. My bare skin is starting to warm to room temperature. The barrel of the revolver pointed at me makes me feel that time has stood still. My heart hurts at the sight of the man holding the gun in his hands, the hands of an excellent medical examiner, the hands of the man I love.

I don't blame him in the slightest that the situation turned out like this. It was I who started it: I disappointed and betrayed him. But I didn't want to end up in this situation. It would mean that everything is going into a spin and that Bunn will be in danger.

"Bunn..." I whisper the name of the man in front of me, "Put that gun down.."

"You don't have to tell me what to do anymore, Tann." Bunn is staring at me, his expression impassive and stoic. "Put your hands up so I can see them."

I obey him. Bunn patted my jeans with his foot and slowly crouched down to look for something in the pocket, while holding the gun on me, not for a second he took his eyes off me. It takes a while before he finds what he is looking for.

My cell phone.

His eyes scan the screen quickly. He frowns when he sees that my phone is blocked. "Give me the password."

"Bunn" I try to reason with him. If he has access to my phone, he will know the whole story. "We need to talk."

"The only thing I will allow him to say is explain the whole story to me; who you are, who you work for, who killed Janejira. And then we'll go to the police to do their job. Even with the relationships you have, with solid evidence, you won't be able to get away with it. " Another fit of coughing escapes from his mouth after his declaration is over. I'm about to use this opportunity to head for the gun but Bunn quickly recovers. "Stay where you are! Stay away !!"

I stop while waiting for a new opening. I know Bunn can't fight, he's a brain, not a fighter, which isn't enough to someone like me. It's true that Bunn has a gun but knows he won't shoot.

"Bunn you're sick. Why don't you put your clothes on first?" I change the subject by showing him that I care about him.

"The password."

"But it's cold. If this continues, at this point you..."

"Are you deaf !? Give me that f*****g password!" Bunn gets angry. I have never witnessed that side of him, and at the sight of it I am stunned.

An embarrassing silence filled the void between Bunn and me. What breaks the silence is not our voice but the sound of my phone vibrating in the hand of Bunn. My eyes widen in horror.

Only a few people have called me recently.

Bunn's eyes glance quickly at the screen to see the caller's identity without saying anything, as if he has no idea who it is. Bunn walks over to me, raises the gun to my head. I look at the screen and see who is calling me. It's an unknown number, but I know who it is: that of my big brother, on the run. It's his new phone number.

"Answer the phone. Stay normal." Before I can protest, Bunn takes the call and puts it on speaker. I close my eyes, preparing for the

The truth is about to be exposed. The minute Bunn hears the caller's voice, he'll understand everything. I could only imagine what was happening will pass then

"Hello..." I answer the phone in a voice close to a whisper.

[Paul showed me the photo. Tann, did you kill Bunn !!?] The man on the phone screams deafeningly. I see Bunn turning his head over the phone in his shocked hand. [I told you to do what you could to force him to fake the report but I didn't ask you to f*****g kill him! you have killed my friend!]

"Paul asked me to do it." I explain to him with a more normal voice

[Holy s**t!] Pert's voice is filled with resentment. [Paul, Tu. I never thought it would go that far. I didn't want him to die.] Those tears could be heard in his voice. I am, however, totally apathetic to Pert's change of mood. I remain aware of Bunn's reactions, I see his eyes widen in surprise and his hand shake more and more over Pert's words.

"My brother .. I can't talk to you now. I'll call you back." I quickly ended the conversation, glancing at Bunn, who was in bad shape.

[Call me in an hour, can you hear me? We need to talk. It's about Paul.] Then he hangs up. A leaden silence fell in the room. Bunn lowers his hand that was holding the phone. At this point a new opportunity presents itself for me to retrieve the weapon. Bunn makes the mistake of being too close. It would be easy to retrieve the gun with a blink of an eye considering my superiority in close quarters combat. And Bunn's unstable state of mind in this moment makes him let his guard down.

I'm waiting for the right time. I have to find a way to disarm him without hurting him.

"That voice is Pert's, isn't it?" Bunn's confused expression sends a very strong sense of pity straight to my heart. "He's still alive. He's in the shadows pulling the strings." Bunn recites what I once told him. The reason I mentioned this before was to distract Bunn from me. "You called him 'Brother'. How are you related? Don't tell me it's related to your mother who was the mistress.."

I knew Bunn would figure it out on his own. "I guess I don't need to go into detail."

"You're his brother, aren't you?" Bunn presses the cannon to my forehead and with a harsh voice, he shouts "Answer me!"

I close my eyes. "Yes I am the half-brother of Prosecutor Songsak—from another mother."

"Tell me all about it. What happened? Why did Pert send you to threaten me? Who killed Janejira? And who is Paul?" At this point, Bunn looks very intimidating. He is full of .rage and anger. Something tells me that Bunn already knows the answer but he doesn't say it out loud. Bunn is then seized with a coughing fit. I take the opportunity to twist his hands violently. I know I'm hurting him a lot, but I have no other choice.

"Ahh!" Bunn screams in pain but still tries to resist me without success.

His hand clenched into a fist and moved towards my stomach. I didn't think he had so much strength left but I managed to block his attack in time. I then try to grab the gun. Knowing that he is at a disadvantage, Bunn chose to drop the gun to the ground rather than let me have it. I reach for it, but he pushes it with his foot to send it away.

Not only am I exhausted from the effort but I also have to make sure I understand his mind. Sometimes his mind is so fast that my intelligence level can't keep up. What happened in the bathroom is the perfect example, a reminder to think before you act.

Bunn tries to punch in the direction of my face which I avoid just in time causing him to trip. I pull him against me by the waist and press him against the wall. Bunn can't beat me for strength, but grabbing and holding his arm is always a tough job "Bunn!"

Bunn stops squirming and tries to catch his breath. I intensify my grip on him to trap him in my arms. "Pert—killed—Janejira, right?" he asks me dryly. I shouldn't be surprised that Bunn has come to this conclusion without me having to tell him anything.

"If I tell you everything, will you let me finish my story?"

Bunn answers me with a loud cough. I can feel that his body is much hotter than usual. I tighten my arms around him, worried.

"You have to put on clothes." I think about how to keep him from running away when I step back to give him the clothes. "I won't use the gun. I won't handcuff you. But I want you to stay here. I'll bring you the clothes and tell you everything. Do we have an agreement?"

Bunn turns his head to look at me. "I don't believe you, you'll get the gun."

"I swear on my life I won't." I say firmly. "No more secrets. What I'm going to tell you from now on is the truth. What I want from you is for you to stay with me. Don't go anywhere until I'm done... You can do that ?" I gradually release my grip and slowly back up for fear of seeing Bunn run out of the room. But that's not what happens, He stands still facing the wall. I grab the pile of clothes from the floor and hand them to him. He puts on the shirt. The cold must have made his cold worse.

After dressing us without a word, I take him by the hand and guide him to the bed. He sits up on his own, gazing out the window. His face appears confused and exhausted.

"Soon there will be information on the mysterious disappearance of Dr. Bunnakit." Bunn said. His eyes move slightly to the corner of the room where the revolver is. "If I go out, I'll be killed, won't I?"

"Yes, right now you have to play dead." I sit down too but on the floor against the bed next to Bunn.

"So go ahead and spit it out. What the f**k is going on?"

I take a deep breath and breathe out slowly to relieve my tension. If that's what it costs to keep Bunn here with me, I guess I have to do it.

"Pert is the person who killed Janejira..."