Manner Of Death English Translation

Chapter 13

At 8:55 p.m. on the night of December 10, the newlyweds on the stage kiss on the cheek in front of their wedding guests, followed by 'whouhh' of approval from the male guests. I laugh with them, bathed in this relaxing atmosphere. This is probably our biggest reunion in high school. I turn to Manote who is holding a glass of red wine in his hand and shouts in the direction of the stage.

"I'm cursed! Jake's wife is twice as beautiful as my wife." Manote turns to me, and I let out a laugh at his statement.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to make fun of your wife." I raise my glass of water to drink.

"She may not be so beautiful, but she has other talents." Manote wiggles his eyebrows suggestively.

"What sort of talents?"

"Tail riding talent," he reveals.

I shake my head, smiling. Now we all know Manote is completely drunk. "A little too much drink for you, man. Haven't we made a plan after that? "

"Not drunk! I'm just getting started," and then he drinks the rest of his glass of wine in one go.

I pretend not to notice my tipsy friend and turn my head to the newlyweds who are recounting the moment of their meeting. The groom who stands on the stage with a smile on his face is Jake, a friend from high school. My group at the time occupied three other tables in a very lively manner.

I observe Jack's bride who is undeniably beautiful as Manote exclaimed. With her shining face and her big eyes, his wife was making the world more beautiful with each of her smiles. To have such a pretty wife, if he cheats on her, I will never forgive him. I hated them, these fickle men. This insatiable, selfish, stingy type of person. No matter what they do, there is nothing more important than their personal satisfaction.

Having to interact with this kind of person all my life, I hate them tremendously.

I am Tann, a.k.a. Weerapong Yodsungnern, owner of the largest private tutoring school in the region for 26 years. But in secret, I am the right hand man of the head of a family who can be linked to the Mafia. It's not hard to understand how I ended up there. I am the illegitimate son of Noppakhun Sawangkul "Mr. Odd." He owns a lot of land and buildings in the provincial capital. My father's family has been rich since the dawn of time. Mr. Odd is known for his reputation as a man to woman. And I am the product of his selfish game. My mother raised me in her own family so that I didn't get involved in Mr. Odd's business. I had never met him until he visited my mother to offer her money but she refused without hesitation.

I thought I could live without his help. I had made my resolutions: good grades, reputable schools and universities, and honest work. I sent my mom some money when I started getting one. It might have worked if my mom hadn't fallen ill with an autoimmune disease and a weak kidney, which sent her to intensive care.

The hospital costs were exorbitant and far too heavy for my mother's family to bear. I was only 13 at the time and the only one thing that seemed like it could save my mother's life at the time was in the magnificent and luxurious villa of the Sawangkul family. Wearing an old, worn school uniform, I knelt at my father's feet, begging him to save my mother's life.

"Get up. You don't have to do this." Mr. Odd told me kindly. He pulled on my arm to help me up, embarrassed. I wiped away my tears with the back of my hand, my head bowed, unable to face the man in front of me. "I always wanted to help your mother Tann. But she never accepted my help."

I remained silent, I didn't think much about what he was telling me, I only thought about saving my mother. I will do anything to have the necessary money. "I can work. I can do any job. But give me the money to pay for her treatment... "

"Will you work for me?" Asks Mr. Odd with a promising expression."That's a good idea now. There are no children at the house lately. They all went to Bangkok to study. Well, let's see ... I'll take care of your mother. Take me to her... "

I looked at Mr. Odd's face, my heart filled with hope.

"Really?"

"Sure. Why would I lie to you? I care about her as much as you do Tann." I didn't know if what he was telling me was the truth. I just thought my father was the only one who could save my mother.

"Thanks thanks." I started to cry again. A big hand reaches over me and pats my head gently.

"However, once your mother is healed, you must become my son." I froze at his words. "I'll buy her a decent house and hire a caregiver to take care of her every day. And you—you'll move in with me. Deal?"

"... but I want to stay with my mother."

"Tann, you can visit her whenever you want. You just have to stay here with me and help me out a little bit."

So I fell into this man's trap. I agreed to help my father in his work, I thought that I would render services like delivering some things or serving coffee. I didn't care to do this type of work. What I wanted at the time was to succeed in saving my mother's life. My father paid all medical expenses in cash, making me beholden to him. Which was like putting a necklace around my neck, keeping me close to him to make me do his dirty work, which I couldn't say by name since I owed him everything.

With my mother hostage, I had worked for my father ever since.

...

After the wedding ceremony, I left the hotel. The cold air makes me tighten my coat around me. I'm waiting for my friends who were taking pictures of the flower arch, before continuing the evening.

The sudden ringing of my phone is heard. I take it out and see who the call comes from. I let out a little breath before answering.

"Hmmm, what?

[Tann, do me a favor,] I hear the familiar voice on the phone.

"What is that?" I turn to look at my friends who are starting to leave the hotel.

[I forgot to bring the phone with Nath's number on it. Can you call her and tell her I'm canceling our party? I'm busy.]

What now ? Who is Nath? I'm sick of having to remember the names of these women. "I told you to only use one phone. And how am I supposed to call her? I don't have her number."

[Don't you have it at home?]

"No..." I move to a quieter place. It's part of my job: following the man's orders over the phone.

[Come home if you're not busy. I must have put a piece of paper with her number somewhere in one of the drawers in my office, an orange post-it. Or find my phone. Tell her I have to go somewhere. And tell her not to be angry.]

I had planned to drink all night with three of my friends. They advance towards me. Damn, I'm tired of all this, "... ok, I'll see that. Why are you out so late tonight? "

[I'm going to see someone.] My older brother vaguely answers. [Don't forget to call Nath.] Just like that, he hangs up.

"Let's go Tann!" Manote tries to put his hand around my shoulders as I look at my phone with a bored expression.

"Go ahead, I'll catch up with you. I have to go home to fix something." I turn on my heel and head for the parking lot. Receiving orders from my brother is like receiving those from my father. At this time, the power of the Sawangkul family rests in the hands of my brother. Six months ago, Mr. Odd was diagnosed with advanced colon cancer. He is currently in palliative care. Because of Jum, the wife by law of my father who died three years ago, control of the family went to my brother making me his subordinate.

My brother's business is always very trivial, just like what he just asked me to do. He probably thinks he can make me do anything; that's why I always end up cleaning up behind him. However, cases of corruption—threats, bribes have drastically decreased since the transfer of power.

Mr. Odd's office belonged to my brother now. I walk into the nicely decorated familiar office. A picture of my father in his early youth hangs on the wall with my brother's picture next to it. The father and son share the same traits in surprising ways. I approach the wooden desk and open the drawers. I would have to teach my brother to lock them otherwise he could easily be looted.

I finally found the orange post-it with the phone number written on it in the left drawer. I am not looking for his phone and I do not want to use mine since my number will appear on that of a stranger. So I decided to use the fixed one on the desk to end this mission.

[Hello]

[No, you must have dialed the wrong number.] The man on the phone sounds annoyed. To be honest, anyone would be upset if a stranger accidentally called so late.

"Hey? On the contrary, I think it's the right one. May I know who you are." I ask again to be sure.

"Uh, that's the wrong number. It's not Nath's." And just like that, the man ends the call. I end the dial tone, looking curiously at the note before returning it.

Oops, wrong number, like he said. Nath's number is on the other side. This time the number is correct but she does not answer. I slip the post-it into my pocket and leave the house. I didn't want to waste any more time. I'll try to call her back on my phone later.

...

My captive has been surprisingly calm since we left the house.

I look at the back of the car from time to time. I have to put Bunn in this state to minimize the hassle of getting him outside. His hands are handcuffed behind his back, his eyes blinded by a black cloth. I had him stretched out in the back seats of the car. Bunn must feel uncomfortable lying in this position; however, I don't really have a choice. He's been in a confrontation since I got home. I have to take precautions because he could jump out of the car. I can't let the man I love and worry about walking around outside right now. If he dies I'll never forgive myself.

I leave the capital, the road is almost completely black, I do not see any other cars on the road which is not surprising here. The temperature outside had fallen to less than 10 °C.

Shit ! I forgot to give him a jacket.

"Are you cold?" I turn off the air conditioning at the same time as I ask this question to the man lying behind.

No answer.

I wasn't expecting him to answer me anyway. Now the doctor is probably angry and hates me since he figured out that I was lying to him from the beginning

From the day I saw the face of this forensic scientist who came to autopsy Jane, I could feel that something special was emanating from him. His large silhouette seemed nimble and personable. His way of directing and speaking made him attractive, I couldn't take my eyes off him. I wanted to join him, know him, and go further into our relationship.

I didn't want Dr. Bunn to be the target of my work at all. I fell in love with him the first day I saw him.

I turn into the alley adjacent to a paddy field. The car heads for the shadow of a house at the end of the driveway. I bought this house as a temporary shelter for my mom without telling anyone in case something dangerous happened.

"We have arrived." My gaze turns to Bunn, who moves as if trying to sit up. I hurry out of the car to open the back door before grabbing Bunn's shoulder and helping him sit up. Once seated, Bunn backs up until he touches the opposite door. "Do not be afraid." I put my head inside to remove the blindfold from his eyes that blinded him.

Bunn looks at me confused and suspicious. He is shaking with fear or cold, I couldn't really tell. Bunn wears only a long-sleeved shirt.

I take off my jacket and cover his shoulders. "Let's go out."

I guided Bunn to the wooden house in front of which I had parked the car. The house is rather shabby. I didn't know I would have to use myself so soon; I didn't clean anything. I take the key from my pocket with one hand and hold Bunn's arm with the other to keep him from running away.

"Where is this place ?" Finally, Bunn begins to speak while looking at the house. "You're going to kill me here, right?"

"I'm not going to kill you." After unlocking the old door, I push it open and a cloud of dust hits my nose as soon as I do. I turn on the light.

"Sorry, I didn't expect to come here so it's not very clean. I'll take care of it tomorrow."

I guide Bunn through the main room of the house, where there is an old wooden table directly to the bedroom with only a wooden bed. with a mattress and a wardrobe.

"If I don't lock you up, will you run away?" I turn to ask Bunn, who seems elsewhere. "If you promise me to stay here, I won't lock the door. No handcuffs, nothing..."

Bunn is still silent. Duh, he's going to run away... I can feel that Bunn just longs to escape.

"... I won't run away." He finally responds, but Bunn is a smart man. He nods to better seize the opportunity presented to him.

Fair like the time I walked into his house. The deeper I got into this story, the more guilty I felt. After I beat Bunn in cold blood, I was so terrified that something would happen to him. So I called an ambulance despite the orders.

"Sorry, but I can't believe it." I tie Bunn to the bed, seating him on the mattress.

"Why bother asking then..." Bunn looked away, refusing to look in my direction. "No need to offer me choices or false hopes if you have nothing to offer. Do whatever you want. If you want to kill me, do it. No need to drag me here."

"How many times do I have to tell you this? I'm not going to kill you." I'm starting to get a little annoyed at his stubbornness. I take my jacket off Bunn's shoulders, pull out the key to the handcuffs, and untie his left hand to reattach him to the headboard. Bunn closes his eyes, as if resigned.

"Regardless, I want you to know that what I'm doing right now, I'm doing to keep you safe until I get this mess sorted out." I want to hold, touch, kiss the man in front of me. But now is surely not the right time. I pick up my jacket and put it back on Bunn's shoulders, "I'll be back to see you tomorrow. Wish I could come back safe and sound."

Tears start to fill my eyes. Bunn looks at me. I take a deep breath, trying to calm myself down. "Rest." I turn and leave the room to go to the front door that I lock on leaving. I go to the car and call my brother.

[Why are you out of town ?!] He sounds furious. I'm not surprised he knows my position. I pull out the white smartphone I took from Bunn. It's not difficult to use a GPS to track people these days.

"I was looking for a place to hide the body," I will purposefully drive further, hoping to convince my brother that I'm trying to hide Bunn's body somewhere. "I still haven't found a good place."

[Don't forget to send me pictures.]

"No not now, I'm driving. I have to go. I'll call you back."

I hurry to hang up and get in the car to quickly leave this place.

The war is about to begin. Tann, you are about to risk your life by betraying your family and your brother. You see, my goal is to make it so that my brother can never again interfere with my life, Bunn's or my mother's.