26 December
Today I taught two evening lessons. Mina and I did not go anywhere during the day and so Mina soon became bored and, during the late afternoon, started to think about her favourite activity – arguing.
“I think I’m going to go back to Pattani,” she announced. “I’m sick and tired of arguing with you. All you can think about is other girls. Any girl. No matter if she is ugly or beautiful. It’s like, oh this girl has no tail – I will put my nong chai into her…”
I held up my hand to stop her before she got too carried away. “Mina,” I said patiently. “I’m getting old. I’m going to be 32 next month. I haven’t got time to listen to other people. I don’t like to listen, I like to talk. Now I need to go and eat because I have a class soon. Do you want to join me?”
“No, I don’t want to join you! I’m not hungry. And I don’t want to eat with a jowchew good-for-nothing etc…”
I went to Pi Baby’s. While I was eating, Mina sent me a text message saying she was catching the 9pm flight to Pattani, that she was never going to see me again, and that she wished me luck with my future girlfriend.
I finished my meal and returned to my apartment. It was nearly time for my student to arrive. Mina was still there, looking pleased with herself. Two large suitcases stood waiting near the door.
“No, I’m NOT going to change my mind!” she declared. “When I walk out of this room, you’re never going to see me again! You can be happy with all you kiks…”
I interrupted. “You’ve forgotten to pack your jewelry,” I pointed out.
She started to tell me that she didn’t want it, that I could give it all to my future girlfriends when there was a knock on the door and my student entered.
“Good evening!” he smiled.
“Good evening, Simon,” I said. “Mina, this is Simon my student. Simon, this is Mina my girlfriend.”
Simon shook her hand and then eyed the two suitcases by the door. His smile widened. “You are leaving?” he enquired.
Mina and I looked at each other and laughed. “Shall I tell him?” asked Mina.
“Yes, tell him,” I said. “In English!”
Today I taught two evening lessons. Mina and I did not go anywhere during the day and so Mina soon became bored and, during the late afternoon, started to think about her favourite activity – arguing.
“I think I’m going to go back to Pattani,” she announced. “I’m sick and tired of arguing with you. All you can think about is other girls. Any girl. No matter if she is ugly or beautiful. It’s like, oh this girl has no tail – I will put my nong chai into her…”
I held up my hand to stop her before she got too carried away. “Mina,” I said patiently. “I’m getting old. I’m going to be 32 next month. I haven’t got time to listen to other people. I don’t like to listen, I like to talk. Now I need to go and eat because I have a class soon. Do you want to join me?”
“No, I don’t want to join you! I’m not hungry. And I don’t want to eat with a jowchew good-for-nothing etc…”
I went to Pi Baby’s. While I was eating, Mina sent me a text message saying she was catching the 9pm flight to Pattani, that she was never going to see me again, and that she wished me luck with my future girlfriend.
I finished my meal and returned to my apartment. It was nearly time for my student to arrive. Mina was still there, looking pleased with herself. Two large suitcases stood waiting near the door.
“No, I’m NOT going to change my mind!” she declared. “When I walk out of this room, you’re never going to see me again! You can be happy with all you kiks…”
I interrupted. “You’ve forgotten to pack your jewelry,” I pointed out.
She started to tell me that she didn’t want it, that I could give it all to my future girlfriends when there was a knock on the door and my student entered.
“Good evening!” he smiled.
“Good evening, Simon,” I said. “Mina, this is Simon my student. Simon, this is Mina my girlfriend.”
Simon shook her hand and then eyed the two suitcases by the door. His smile widened. “You are leaving?” he enquired.
Mina and I looked at each other and laughed. “Shall I tell him?” asked Mina.
“Yes, tell him,” I said. “In English!”
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