"It's fine, I know what's wrong, just food poisoning. It will pass. Aunt Sila can help. You can leave." Responded Dao.
She didn't really know what was wrong with her but she just needed him to leave her alone. The past months was leaving her exhausted. Seeing this Wat left her to rest, all the while worried for her health.
The fateful day came. They never talked about what happened that night in Chiang Rai. Wat's nanny came to request for Dao to see her guest.
There was Pim. She looked at Dao. No smile. Dao stood her ground and treated her like any good hostess would. But the woman looked to be on a mission. It made Dao a bit nervous and then it happened.
The desperate woman laid down and bent her head to Dao's feet she bowed to Dao. Dao couldn't understand why this woman, under normal circumstances have so much pride, would be willing to do this. As far as shewas concerned, the woman hated her.
"I want what any woman wants, a husband for her child. You are young and still beautiful, any man would be so lucky to have you. Please give me Wat, you both married for the wrong reason he told me. And you don't love each other,"she calmly looked at Dao, pleading and in tears.
Dao knew this day would come, her current husband was a womanizer after all and she knew that he was careless with everything. As far as she was concerned, this woman can have him should she wished it! She herself was waiting for him to sign the divorce papers for their marriage. She had had enough drama for this lifetime.
She took a deep breath, steadying her own heartache and replied,
"I am not too sure why you think I have any power to make that decision, it is personal between you and him. Keep me out of it. Aunt Sila, please show Miss Pimala out. I wish you the best. I mean it."
Standing, Dao left the scene, trying to hold back the tears that wanted to flood her whole being. What was wrong with her? She hated that man, since he entered her world, it was problems after problems. Should she not be dancing with happiness? This was her ticket out of this marriage of convenience. She could raise her nephew without his involvement. Wat, what did you do to us? She stared out her bedroom window, he had left almost a week now, running away from his responsibility.