GAP BETWEEN US

✴ CHAPTER 7 ✴

Chapter 7 POV King:

"You can, huh ... luxury condos next to the mall?", I asked and Ram nodded.

Talking to him was like a conversation between a savage living in a backward country and a city person from a developed country. It's hard to talk to him but King Loves challenges.

"Then use that so you can repay me," I muttered to myself.

Looking out the window, it was still raining, but now it seemed heavier. My clothes still feel damp. They haven't dried up yet.

Where's the fan when you need it?

The corner of my mouth lifted to smile, laugh at myself. I look like a puppy who fell into the water.

"Do you usually take the bus or only on rainy days?", I asked but got no answer.

I thought his condo was close to the university but not that close, it would take him about twenty thirty minutes if he chose to just walk.

Should I try walking back to the condo next time? I want to exercise but I don't want to join a gym. Confused.

If I go to the gym then I might be healthy, but have to trade it for car fuel, membership fees, entrance fees, and that's a lot.

On the other hand, if I walk back to the condo, I can exercise, get in good health and will be able to see the river, bridge, temple views as if I came for a tour without paying the baht. It may be a little tiring and sweaty but worth the experience.

Dirt!

"Hey ... hey"

I was wondering what I was going to do so I accidentally let go of the hand that was holding Ram's arm. Just a moment ago, I almost fell if it weren't for the boy beside me holding my arm.

"-"

He frowned slightly, but said nothing. I tried to decipher his expression and it seemed like he was turning me over to say "Why don't you hold on tight, you idiot". I don't know whether I read it right or not.

"We still have time. Would you like some help with the job?", I asked and he furrowed his brows.

He cannot do it alone but will not ask for help. Is this some kind of disease?

"-"

He took out his work from a waterproof bag. Well he's ready for the rain. If you forget the umbrella, you can use the bag. He's ready, unlike me.

I took the paper from her hand and looked down to check. I think he needs to fix his handwriting first. I swear these strangers made two circles next to each other to write number 8. I didn't say anything because it was a personal choice. But Lord Ram has written it like a colon:

"A'Ning your handwriting is really great", I laughed before turning the page.

He learned pretty fast as I only taught him once but I think he did well because of Thep King's teaching.

"Dammit!", I exclaimed as the bus turned around to avoid something.

I heard the driver curse someone, "Driving like he is driving in an open field. Can't you see the bus in front of you !!!"

"Thank you .... again", I said because he had helped me twice.

Ram grabbed my waist so I wouldn't fall on the ground. If he doesn't then I might hurt myself.