If one day it became real, who would bear the sorrow… if not the two hearts involved?
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Chat messages between Kangsadan and the physiognomy fortune-teller...
"Uncle, I don't have an exact date of birth," the young woman confessed, unwilling to reveal too much.
"That's fine. Do you at least know what day of the week you were born? Monday, Tuesday…?"
"Saturday."
"Perfect. I was asked to find someone born on Saturday."
"Why?"
"Because Saturday-borns are best matched with those born on Wednesday night."
"You two would make a fine couple, but…"
"But what?!"
"The Wednesday-night man is complex—he loves fiercely, takes risks, and rarely misjudges. You, born on Saturday, are strong, steady, and unshakable. Anyone who wishes to be with you must first prove themselves to your trust."
Kangsadan never put much faith in fortune-tellers. She had carried self-confidence from childhood, having lost her parents early on. Her grandmother was the only pillar in her life.
She glanced toward her grandmother, who was waiting in the living room for her to help her to the dining table in the far corner. That evening, she had made tofu soup, fried gourami fish, and stir-fried lotus stems—Grandma's favorites.
Testing the waters, she asked gently,
"Grandma… what if I marry after Rinya? Would that be alright?"
"Girl, you'd better find a man first!" Her grandmother's tone was in doubt.
"Why?"
"I don't see anyone around you. You'll end up an old maid."
"Oh, so you look down on me that much?!"
"Bell, I've seen you since you were little. How could I not know the kind of person you are? So proud, so headstrong—what man would dare take you on?" Grandma teased sharply.
"Yes… but if someone were to propose, would you accept him?"
"Why would I refuse? In fact, I'd even throw in a bucket." Grandma pointed to the large washing tub in the kitchen.
"What for, Grandma?!" Kangsadan gasped.
"To cover your head—when you drive him away!"
"And me too… I'd need it to hide my face from the neighbors. You'd run off for a moment and come crawling back home!" Grandma chuckled bitterly, as though she already foresaw her granddaughter's heartbreak.
The Unexpected Call...
The next afternoon, Kangsadan's phone rang. An unknown number flashed on the screen.
"Hello, Kangsadan? Hold on a moment," a voice said—it sounded suspiciously like a call-center scam.
"What are you trying to trick me into now?!" she snapped before listening further.
"Should I give you a Pass… or an F?" A man's familiar voice rang out—the same one from yesterday.
"I…I'm sorry," her tone softened instantly.
"Tomorrow, 2 p.m. at the office. Present again." His curt reply came, and he hung up before she could answer.
That evening, she told Grandma she would prepare carefully and not disappoint her. She stayed up past midnight revising every detail, certain she would be tested again by that impossible man.
The Man Behind the Glasses…
The following day at noon, she stopped by the same food stall where she had once forgotten to pay.
"Ah… lemon green tea!" The same mocking voice called.
But now, without his black-rimmed glasses, he seemed like a different person—complex, just as the fortune-teller had foretold.
"Should I even accept this from you, Mr. Black-Frames?" she retorted playfully.
"Wrong person," he teased.
Standing tall—at least 180 centimeters—his gaze was sly, almost roguish.
"Tell me honestly. How many personalities do you have? I can't keep up."
"Take it or leave it," he said, offering the cup.
She accepted and sat. He pulled out the chair beside her.
"I paid for your meal the other day. Today's my treat, in case you don't pass…" He stopped mid-sentence.
"What? Am I going to fail again?!" Anger flared in her chest. She shot up and stormed out of the shop.
"Don't forget to put on some pretty makeup!" he called after her, laughing.
The Presentation…
Back at the office, her mentor, Bew urged her to freshen up and stay composed.
When the Q&A session arrived, he struck again.
"If you had suggestions, how would you improve this?"
She listed five confident methods, ending firmly.
"It must be proven before it can be improved."
"Give me an example."
"A simulation first—to test before applying."
He paused, then declared,
"Alright. I conclude… you pass your internship evaluation." Tears welled in her eyes.
"Meet me in my office at 4:30," he ordered curtly before leaving the room.
At the Executive Office…
At the appointed time, she arrived at the executive floor.
"Come in, Kangsadan," his voice greeted as he opened the door. Their eyes met—his gaze carried secrets and plans.
"This evening, I'll come to your house."
"What? Why?" she frowned.
"To meet your family." His tone was serious, different from earlier.
"For what reason?"
"Well… we're getting married, aren't we?" he said as if surprised.
"Sir, please. This is impossible. We don't even know each other."
"I'll make it possible."
He laughed when she admitted she had lied about her birthday.
"It happened to fit the lock anyway. I like it that way."
"You're the strangest man I've met at work," she muttered.
"I used to do comedy. You're part of the act now."
She sighed. "There's only Grandma at home. She doesn't even know I've ever had a boyfriend. What should I do?"
"Easy… just simulate it, as you answered me." His grin was wild, the executive demeanor gone.
At Grandma's House…
That evening, they drove to her modest two-story wooden home in the outskirts.
"Who's this you've brought?" Grandma asked, staring hard at the stranger.
"Good evening, ma'am. I'm Vishpan, Kangsadan's friend."
Playing along, she added quickly, "Yes, the one I mentioned last night."
With practiced ease, he won Grandma over, weaving a story of how they had met and spoken for more than a year. His performance was flawless, and Kangsadan silently admitted he played the hero well.
"Are you sure about marriage? Shouldn't Bell finish her studies first? I heard she failed her last subject."
"I was going to tell you, Grandma, I passed today." Tears filled her eyes as she hugged the old woman.
"Congratulations, my dear. I'm proud of you," Grandma said warmly.
"I'll invite you to meet my father this Sunday," Vishpan said simply.
Grandma eyed him carefully. "Have you truly decided?"
"Yes." His voice was resolute.
She turned to her granddaughter. "Bell, are you certain?"
"Yes," she mumbled, unable to meet her grandmother's eyes.
Father and Son…
Before Sunday came, his father confronted him.
"Are you sure about this girl?" Prapan asked, skeptical.
"Yes."
"You've taken many to fortune-tellers before."
"I only followed your advice."
"Blaming me again?"
Prapan sighed heavily.
"People who are meant to be together will find their way. This isn't
simulated love you're forcing into existence."
"I won't let it become real."
"And if it does? Who will suffer if not the two of you? Think carefully, son."
Prapan did not agree, yet he surrendered to the will of his son.