Chapter 16 A Scream That Echoed Across the Entire Field
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Faren spat out his drink onto the floor, yelling as if he had consumed poison, his face contorted with disgust.
"I'm sorry, I'm really sorry," P'Khem said, his face pale.
"I'll mix it again," he said, bowing several times.
"No need!!!" Faren shouted, and all eyes were on his table.
"Faren... what is wrong with you!" I sighed, looking at Faren and feeling worried for P'Khem, who had to deal with someone as unpredictable as Faren.
"Why do I keep hurting others?" I muttered to myself, feeling guilty as I looked at P'Khem.
The scene with Jae Dao replayed in my mind.
Just as I decided to run over and help, I saw the restaurant manager, P'Fang, already speaking with Faren. The manager called over the best waiters to his table, trying to calm him down.
"Acting like the world revolves around you," I muttered, feeling annoyed at Faren's behavior towards P'Khem and the others. Maybe he was behaving this way because of me.
"Ahem," said the man in the suit, realizing I had been muttering to myself for too long.
"You took the money, now pay attention to me," he said, wrapping his arm tighter around my waist.
He was referring to the money he had given me.
"Thank you for the tip," I said, raising my hand to give a respectful gesture.
The man got closer, but I tried to stay calm. I had to endure it for the money, money, money.
"Why is that pervert at the table? He should be at a hotel or a brothel," said the man with glasses, his eyes fixed on Faren's table.
"If I were with that woman, that would be enough," he said, almost drooling.
"It's clear he's rich, but why does he call over the best waiters just for himself?" The man with glasses stared at the woman next to Faren, Kat.
"I don't know, but I think tonight the best waiter is me," said the other man indifferently.
Then...
"What are you doing?" I realized he had kissed my arm and near my chest.
"You smell so good," he said, wrapping his arm around my waist.
"How do I get this scent to my bed?" he said, sliding his business card and the tip money into my belt.
END OF NAM KHING'S SECTION
Across the restaurant
"I want her to mix my drink!" Faren shouted, pointing directly at Nam Khing.
"But Faren, why her?" the woman asked.
Faren's glare silenced her.
"She's busy with another table," the manager said.
"But we have our best waiters here, who can provide excellent service," the manager added, understanding that Faren wanted the beautiful waitresses.
"Can't Kat mix it?" the woman asked, massaging Faren.
Faren pushed her hand away harshly.
Faren stood up, looked at each waiter, and leaned into the manager's collar. There was a dangerous look in his eyes.
"You're the manager, don't you understand?" Faren shouted, grabbing a waiter by the arm and pulling him to his table.
"I'm taking the waiter back because she's dealing with my table!" Faren said, pushing the waiter towards Nam Khing's table.
Faren pulled Nam Khing away.
However,
Another customer stood up and grabbed Nam Khing's arm. Nam Khing sighed, realizing she was about to lose her job.
"This waiter is handling my table!" the customer shouted.
"Are we going to fight?" Faren pulled the man by the arm.
"Because this woman is my wife..." / "You just want her to mix your drink, right?" Nam Khing interrupted, preventing Faren from finishing his sentence.
"I'll come with you," she said, trying to prevent a fight.
"Shall we go to your table?" she said, holding Faren's arm.
"Hmph," Faren grunted.
But as they returned to the table,
"What about my table?" the customer asked.
"I don't want another waiter," he said firmly.
Faren was ready to fight, but Nam Khing forcefully pulled him away.
"I'll take care of both tables," Nam Khing said, trying to resolve the situation.
"Normally, waiters handle multiple tables," she said.
The customer accepted but was not pleased.
"Hurry up," he said.
Faren glared at the customer angrily.
"Don't fight," Nam Khing said, pulling Faren away from the customer.
"You want to fight!" Faren said, gripping her arm tightly.
Faren returned to his table, furious.
NAM KHING'S SECTION
- At Faren's Table -
The woman stood up to go to the bathroom, looking grim as Faren and I returned.
"I feel sick, I need to throw up!" she said.
Faren sat down at his table and lit a cigarette.
"With soda or water?" I asked politely.
"I don't mix!" he said, smirking.
"You didn't like the other waiters' drinks, but you want me to mix it," I said angrily.
Faren didn't answer, continuing to smoke his cigarette.
"You've been working here for a week, right?" he said.
"How do you know?" I asked, pouring the drink into the glass.
"Would you rather resign or get fired?" he asked.
He held my hand.
"Let me go," I said, pulling my arm away.
"You're acting like a prostitute in front of others," he whispered in my ear.
"Faren, get a grip on yourself!"
"To be honest..." I said, gritting my teeth.
"I should call you a customer, not a husband," I said, pulling my arm out of his grip.
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