Chapter 5

Chapter 5

Mirawadee had a little time to make amends for or repent of the years of love she’s given to her sweetheart. Because she must first be aware of enduring torture on this planet. The young woman crammed everything she could into her luggage as quickly as she could. There weren’t many products which were fortunate. After a few hours of collecting, the following day comes. So, she used a spare phone to call the room’s owner and tell him not to renew the contract, and she moved out right away.

After you’ve dealt with this situation, phone the bank right away to have all financial transactions frozen. Even if my heart desires to report a lot, even if the police were called, they cannot discover it since they may move in time.

Mirawadee didn’t trust her close pals or anybody she knew now. Because they might inform the boyfriend of her address. As a result, you can only collect and carry as much as you can fit into your automobile. And get out of the unit as quickly as possible.

The woman drove from the same location to find a place to rest for the night. An automobile going past a residence outside of town would feel safer. Until the vehicle passed a home on the outskirts of town. It was often said that it would be a “sharing house.”

Because she wasn’t used to being among strangers, this might be a kind of safety. Mirawadee pulled over to the side of the road and park her car. And on the verge of ringing the bell. However, the home door opened, and automated speech began.

‘Hello, good lady. From the inside, please contact Share House.’

Mirawadee walked into the house through the front door, which was shut. Without considering the potential return.

To look at it, the label that was connected to it has vanished. Two feet swept over a big contemporary European-style home, walking straight. She may see gardens with antique fairy tale sculptures on both sides. She may find an enormous fountain with lovely statues at the front.

“Come on in, we’ve been waiting for you.”

Mirawadee shifted her gaze to the source of the sound. However, the owner of the voice was not visible.

“An automated sound system?” said the narrator.

“No, but where are you?”

Mirawadee listened once again. she peered down after realizing the sound she heard was below eye level. Last night, she discovered a white chicken!

The woman looked strange. Besides a desire to discover the truth. So, he knelt to touch the chicken in front of him, but

“First, let us have a conversation inside.” The voice of a young man drew her attention.

“You!” Mirawadee was taken aback, and he said... It’s amazing how small the entire planet is. she didn’t believe the owner of the share house was the same person who had gotten into her automobile the day before. “Are you the share house owner?”

Rachata gave her a calm glance before turning around and stepping into the room saying nothing.

Mirawadee stood there perplexed as she watched the white chicken follow her owner inside.

“First, have a seat.”

Mirawadee sat uncomfortably across from the young guy on the sofa. When seeking anything,

She was not sure how to explain it; it was so luxurious that she was at a loss for words.

“What’s the address of the shared house I’d like to rent? Is it too far out of town?”

“Here.”

“Huh?” Mirawadee assumed her ears had gone deafeningly. How is it possible that this mansion exists? It’s far too opulent to invite others in. And it would be so costly that she could not pay for it. “I’m referring to...”

“This is it; this is it,” Apo exclaimed, fluttering his wings on the sofa. “Really! It’s time for me to eat something. So, let’s have a conversation first.”

Apo jumped off the sofa and started walking out.

Mirawadee was taken aback twice. And consider the possibility that this white chicken is a genuine chicken, not a robot. Because such gestures are more natural than today’s technology system.

Can rich science go as far as living things can say?

“You...,” said the narrator.

“Rachata”

“Mr. Rachata, where is the house that I will rent with others?” the woman said, nodding. Are you willing to proceed? How much will it cost? Is your contract for a month or a year? How long do you have to deposit and how much do you have to put?”

She said so many questions that she lost track of whether the listener would pay attention to what they had to say. Because of his impatience in finding a place to live, a long way. The more housemates you have, the better. They’d never dare to enter. She had little time to consider whether the man in front of her was a human trafficker now. Just get a temporary place to stay initially. Let’s talk about it one more time after that.

“Stayed right here and stay right here. My rent doesn’t mind, but you must be careful and helpful. Also, take a shower for Apo.”

Is he the father of a child?

The other party’s comments perplexed Mirawadee.

“Do you mean it’s totally free here? You wouldn’t try to me into Selling?”

“Selling you will not make me wealthy.”

He is obstinate! Mirawadee glanced at him, her eyes wide with disbelief. He reasoned that if he truly misled, he would have done so since yesterday, eh? Or, like her ex-boyfriend, is she duped and subsequently duped into selling?

“You may find another location if you don’t trust,” he remarked indifferently. “You have the option of returning at a later time.”

The woman had to make a difficult choice. But, because there is no such thing as a free person in the world, she had to think hard. If there is any spare time in the future, it will certainly be swapped for something terrifying. She chose to get up after she thought about it.

“Let me make my decision first. And that I shall return.”

“I’ll be right back if that’s the case.”

Rachata stood up and walked up to her, saying,

“Wait a minute,” said the narrator.

“Oh...”

“This is my telephone number. You may always call if you wish to stay.”

Rachata presented the girl with a business card. He put his hand on her neck and stroked it. Sharp eyes squinted, as though searching for the soul’s contact. He knew in that single second that she was the woman he had been searching for hundreds of years.

“I’ll wait for your answer.”

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