We are...คือเรารักกัน (We are... we are in love)

Chapter 2 Retaliate (Part 2)

It had been three days since the most nerve-wracking event in the life of the round-faced young man. The unluckiest person of the year. This short period of time really made me unable to forget what happened. But people of a beautiful world like me always find a way to pretend to forget the problem that is bothering me. Especially about the trouble that คว(า)ย has created for us.

* ควย: (slang) cock
   ควาย: buffalo
T/N: 😅😅😅

I would like to thank all the main supporters, such as my professors, who worked together to order their students to work hard until we hardly had time to get a break, to the point that I hardly had time left to worry about other things. Because I just finished a drawing, made one sculpture in clay and one in concrete, it was harder than the Buddha when he practiced all kinds of asceticism.

In the past three days I still lived a normal life (It's normal to ferment work before the deadline). Even though deep in my heart I was secretly afraid that Phum (most recently I could remember the name of the other. Remember now and I probably won't forget this name for a very long time.) When will he appear to take revenge? Haha. When the anger that was covering my eyes slowly disappeared, consiousness arose.

I just realized what I had done, it's a bit too much. So I was afraid that Phum would come and ambush me and hit me in the head in revenge. Just having arguments is enough of a headache for people who love peace and avoid conflict like me. And now I was having trouble with an engineering student. Well, that's fucking great. I didn't know when they would gather a gang to hold a requiem for me. Thinking about it makes me lose consciousness again. Pan was also angry at Tan who just wanted to show off his wife to me.

But blaming Tan wouldn't be right. Because the person who was completely wrong, wrong in every way, was that bastard Phum. He deserved to write a letter to apologize to me, do you think so?

After what happened that day Tan came to tell the story. He told me the story of the secondary school era: Phum is his other best friend. They had known each other since high school. It was a relationship like 1956*, gangsters ruled the city, boxing, racing cars, taking drugs, gunfighting, women, all that stuff. So I immediately cleared all doubts as to why Tan got to know such an evil person. That is, in the past, Tan, Chan, and Q used to act as the godfather and founded a bad boy gang. As for Phum's gang, they were probably just as bad, just in another school.

** Refer to the movie Dang Bireley's and Young Gangsters (Thai: 2499 อันธพาลครองเมือง) a 1997 crime drama film about young Thai gangsters in 1950s Thailand.

Tan said that Phum is a demon in human form. Damn it! Tan described him so frightening that I thought Devadatta had reincarnated. As for the person who will not be reincarnated is me. Why I drew the buddha and the gods into this bullshit. But it's still good that Phum still has some humanity left. Even in the form of an evil human being.

* Devadatta was by tradition a  monk, but he is generally seen as an evil and divisive figure in Buddhism,who led a breakaway group in the earliest days of the religion.

Tan said that they were in a state of rivalry. In this part, it's funny that at that time they had never met each other, they didn't know each other, he just heard about Phum's name that had already stunk but still keep an eye on the other person. Wait a minute. Press pause here for a moment. I'm confused. If you hated him, then why did you follow and observe his life? Didn't you worry that it will affect your mental health? What did you get from doing it? Peem doesn't understand, Professor.

[T/N: Professor can't understand either 😂]

But Tan admitted that when looking back, he thought that he was somewhat self-contradictory and paranoid. Tan told like that. I didn't spice it up. I just render it without missing any word. I didn't highlight it with egg color to sarcast my friend. I can be trusted because I am the Prince of Gossip*.