EP 3: Servant
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"Khun Plerng"
"What?" Why call me like that? No manners at all. -_-
"Do you need a band-aid?"
"Im not dying."
"Oh my gosh!, why are you so grumpy with me all the time, Plerng?" I'm irritated. It's been twenty-five minutes since you scolded me, and you're still annoyed?
"I can't stand looking at you. Just go away."
"I'll go for sure, but... can I have the money first?" I held out my hand as soon as I finished speaking.
"What did u say?"
"You haven't given me my allowance for this week yet." I'm not asking for free money. You’ve seen how much I do everything, practically a maid for him almost twenty-four hours a day.
Oh by the way, At first, his mom was the one giving me money, but when I started university, he took over, saying that since I was doing housework for him and not his mom, he'd pay me himself instead. Hmph, the nerve!
It's so frustrating, but I can't exactly deny it because, well, what I'm doing is clearly being a servant.
"What? I thought I already gave it to you."
"Where did you give it?"
"Didn't I put it on the bed?"
"Put what? There's nothing ther."
"I left it there. I remember leaving it on the headboard."
"Seriously, there's really nothing, Mr. Plerng."
"Are you keeping the money for yourself?"
"Oh, come on, Mr. Plerng, I've been living here for many years and never once pocketed your money. You're just making excuses because you're annoyed that I messed up your kitchen, right?"
"Hmph! What you did isn't called a mess, it's called a burn."
"..." Hearing that, I just kept quiet. No point in arguing -_-!
"So you didn't find it? I left it since the day before yesterday."
"Since the day before yesterday?"
"Yeah."
"Was it on the headboard or not?"
"Yeah," he replied irritably, while I rolled my eyes, thinking I might have figured out why the money wasn't there.
"Mr. Plerng, remember when you had a woman over the other day? She probably thought the money was for her and took it."
"..."
"Don't just stand there, give it back. I didn't pocket it. You left it in a bad spot," I said, holding out my hand for the money from the annoyingly handsome Mr. Plerng, who just looked at me without saying anything.
"No cash."
"PromptPay works just fine!"
"Fine. Go get my phone."
"Okay!" I quickly dashed into his room and came back with the latest model phone, handing it to my generous benefactor.
"Here you go, Mr. Plerng."
"Annoying," he said, insilting me, but I didn't mind. I was angry this time.
"What's your number?"
"096676XXXX. With interest, please."
"Interest? What interest?" He looked up from his phone and stared at me, eyebrows furrowed.
"For paying late. of course."
"Fine... then should I deduct the cost of the kitchen mess from earlier?"
"Heh heh, I was just kidding." Just the gas stove in his condo costs more than my tuition for four semesters combined. Who would be foolish enough to agree to that deduction?
"Hmph!" He snorted, giving me a look like he wanted to say something, then went back to looking at his phone.
Ding!
"Done. Now get out of here."
"Sure thing!" No need to tell me twice, I'm already on my way!
I took his order and quickly headed back to my room. Morning mission accomplished, time to head to university~
...15,000 baht (about $450)
Wha-what? No way, that's crazy. I must be seeing it wrong.
...15,000 baht
Wait, is it really not a mistake?
Thump, thump, thump
I rushed back to the room to grab my bag and phone as soon as I saw the notification on the screen.
“Khun Plerng, Khun Plerng!”
“What now?”
“Did you transfer the wrong amount to me?”
“Why do you ask?” His face looked annoyed, as usual, not really wanting to talk to me, which made me feel better about asking rather than keeping the money, or else he'd have my head.
“You transferred the wrong amount. You sent 15,000 baht.” He usually gives me 5,000 baht a week, so he overpaid by 10,000.
“Hmm, go make me some coffee.”
“Give me your account number first.”
“No need. What's done is done.”
“...Don't tell me you actually meant to give me interest?” I squinted at him before asking, and he looked back at me.
“Ha, ha. I wouldn't be that generous with you, Preerata. It was a mistake, but it's done. Just think of it as payment for throwing away the used condoms.”
OoO
“...That's really something.” I commented, but he just looked at me, waved me off and told me to scram.
“Ugh! Do you still want the coffee or not?”
“Of course, why would I say it if I didn't?”
“...” Asking stupid questions, asking to get scolded. What was I thinking, Preem!!!
I stomped off to make the coffee, but did that hellish Khun Plerng care? Not at all. What kind of person grows up to be a manager and still acts like a jerk!
Stay strong, Preem. Just a little over two years, just over twenty months until graduation, and then I'll pack up and free myself from this servitude once and for all!
- Writer
