Chapter 22

Chapter 22

“Are you back?” said the voice of the butler, Mongkol, as soon as Mirawadee walked into the house. She only smiled and nodded in response. Because of her unhealthy mental state and sadness, she didn’t want to talk or talk to anyone.

“I had prepared for dinner. Would you like to eat it?”

The woman turned to look at the dining room where the table finished preparing the food. Although she wanted to deny that he had not eaten, her stomach was hurting too much.

 “Yes, in that case, please disturb.”

The butler accepted and prepared to turn around and proceed as told. Mirawadee walked into the dining room, put her bag down on the chair beside him, looked at the table before looking up and asking.

 “Today he is not coming home?”

 “Yes,” Mongkol replied and poured the water from the jug into the glass for her mistress.

 “Master said that today there are a few things that need to be dealt with. Maybe come back late, let you go to bed first.”

Mirawadee nodded in response, asking no further questions. Although in her heart she secretly thought about many things, this marriage made her must repeat to herself and her lonely heart that... no love was involved.

 After preparing the table, the butler walked out. The only thing left was Mirawadee, who sat alone at dinner. Looking closely, she saw the butler had prepared another set of food on a plate, although Rachata would not come back for this meal.

 A few minutes later, a nearby flapping sound rang out. She turned to look for the source of the voice and saw that a white rooster jumped up on the table.

“Why are you making such a sad face?” Apo asked as he pecked at his food.

 “You don’t have to worry. He definitely wasn’t unfaithful.”

 She doesn’t know if it’s comforting to feel better or not. But in her heart, she was so relieved that she couldn’t tell. Even though we didn’t even have a good time together.

 “So, why did you tell me that? And I don’t regret that he didn’t come home at all. So, in conclusion, Mr. Chi… er… is Mr. Apo really a chicken or a robot?” Mirawadee asked as she scooped some food into her mouth. Round eyes watched the answer from the mysterious white chicken.

 “Huh… Huh.” Apo laughed, giving a dignified response. “I am a god!”

Mirawadee frowned for a moment before bursting out laughing. It was enough to understand why he raised chickens. It’s a good way to deal with stress!

 Apo looked at her as the young woman seemed in disbelief. But it was not surprising because humans distanced themselves from the gods until they completely disappeared.

 Mirawadee sat down to finish her meal. As soon as he got up from the table, he saw Apo looked like he was full. Then an idea flashed in his head. She walked near the white rooster and held it, her two hands touching him as if searching for an unresolved answer.

 “Wah-wah what are you doing to me? Let go now!”

The young woman’s two hands rubbed and searched until they were satisfied. At first, she thought it was a robot. So, try to find the operating system channel. But no matter how she handles it, the feathers and wings look so real. When the doubts were relieved, she placed Apo on the table as usual.

 “Uh… you’re not a robot, are you?”

“Yes, where is it?!” Apo replied in an angry tone.

Mirawadee was shocked but felt that the chicken didn’t hurt her in the slightest, so she wasn’t scared. She was glad to have friends to relieve loneliness.

“So, you are a chicken that… really lives and can talk.”

“Different Gods”

Even though she didn’t believe what Apo said, it wasn’t too bad. In an era where science can prove It would be difficult to make others believe what we see or tell them. It may seem crazy or frivolous, but that’s not a problem. If it’s a chicken that can talk like a human, it’s a good friend to relieve loneliness and vent the suffering in your heart.

Mirawadee did not find any reason or cause for Apo to speak. Just having friends to talk to is enough. Thinking of that, she carried the white rooster up in her arms.

“Wha…Wait!” Apo looked shocked. “What are you going to do?”

The young woman smiled sweetly and said, “Let's go take a shower!”

Take a shower!!! Hearing this, Apo's expression changed. He tried to move their wings and jump away but was unsuccessful. until reaching the bathroom. Today, fortunately, the young man returned late. So, she can use the bathtub to soak in peace of mind.

Apo looked at her taking off her clothes with utter embarrassment from the white rooster. Now the red rooster was almost exploded... heaven, God damn it, even a female rooster's body. But the spirit of the god that resides within is a man!

Mirawadee walked over and sat down in the bathtub. She saw a white chicken whose body was red. So, she picked him up and hugged him, causing Apo to be even more shocked at the softness in the young woman's chest.

“Oh…let me go now!”

“Why don't you like taking a bath?”

No, don't like it! But taking a shower like this will kill him.

“Has that guy ever showered with his wife? If I had hoped, I’d roasted for sure.”

“What did you say?”

“No… no.”

Mirawadee took a blissful bath while Apo tried not to look at her body. While sitting in the water, listening to the story in her mind. He said nothing but let the girl take the lead and vent it out.

The light from outside shines through the bedroom window. Tonight, is a moonless night in the sky. There are few constellations. Apo, who had held as a doll for hours, sighed after the young woman had already slept on the bed. Even though the body was a chicken, the light of the darkness reflected off the shadow, and it was the form of a deity that ordinary mortals could never see.

It’s over one hit now. So, he moved his wings and body out of her arms.

At its lightest, one wing moved to brush the strands of Mirawadee hair. His eyes looked at the sleeping figure with pity. Until the sound of the bedroom door closing. Apo then turned to look at the newcomer.

“How are you?”

The white rooster spoke as he walked to the foot of the bed. He looked at Rachata as he walked into the room with a tired expression on his face. That was because of the effect of the curse. Even if it makes it last forever. But he had to suffer every blackout night as well. It was the torment of the wound before he died in the past.

“If you suffer from it too much, hurry and make her love you.”

Rachata looked at the white chicken, saying nothing. He took off his shirt and walked into the bathroom. This current body did not differ from the body that was attacked before. The scars and pain still lingered, so he went to the cursed storage room to hope for relief. But it didn’t help at all.

The pain doesn’t go away with the suffering. Sharp eyes examined the dozens of long slashed and stab wounds that were healing normally. This was what he had been waiting for a long time. Every moonlit night had to endure and suffer countless pains to break the curse of this torment.

He wanted to die, but he couldn’t. Wanting to live like a normal human being can’t. It was like an atonement for his sins by going to hell alive.

Rachata looked at the wound that had healed completely. He slowly turned on the shower as his body touched the water in stinging and pain. But soon, this torment gradually subsided.

After taking a shower, the young man walked out of the bathroom in a robe. It drew his gaze to the bed that no longer had a white rooster. Two feet stepped onto the bed. He moved to sit down softly; afraid she would wake up. A muscular hand reached out to touch the face of the sleeping person with tender eyes.

He clenched his fist and pulled away.

“If you hurry to make me love you, and the curse disappears, that would be good.”

The feeling of love tries to make young women sensitive. afraid that it would become a double-edged sword that would pierce his own heart. Because of being lonely for such a long time.

He’s so scared.