Luckily, there was a beauty salon right in the hotel. But of course, the Minister wouldn't go buy the stuff himself. I had to use my 'child-level' English skills to buy the best and most expensive hair dye they had.
The equipment was ready, and so was the stylist—me. I followed every step from a YouTube tutorial. It was my first time doing this, but it wasn't too difficult. In no time, the chemicals were applied. There's nothing Gawinthida can't do!
"You can take a nap while you wait. It'll be a while before we can wash it out. The stylist said that for long-lasting color, we should leave it on for an extra 10 to 20 minutes. I'll wake you up." That's what I understood, anyway—assuming my English skills weren't beyond repair.
I put a shower cap on him so he could lie down without staining the bed. If he had been wearing a sarong, I'd have thought he was about to go bathe in a canal. I couldn't help but laugh, but I didn't want him to give me a 'death stare,' so I secretly snapped a photo and sent it to the twins on Line.
'No Minister' was the name of our group chat. There are three members, and I don't think I need to tell you who they are.
'Whose dad is this?' The twins sent back laughing stickers.
'Sister Panin,' Jao Pat chimed in. I could barely stop myself from laughing out loud. If he knew his sons called him that, I wonder what look he'd have on his face.
"Hahaha!"
"What are you laughing at?" He gave me a warning look, and I quickly shut my mouth, acting as if nothing had happened.
"Nothing."
"Go take a shower. Someone's coming to do your hair and makeup."
"For me?" I pointed at myself, and he nodded. "Can I skip it? I don't really like these kinds of events."
"You have to go. That's an order."
"Ugh... I'm not confident. I don't even have a dress. Can I just stay in the room and watch a movie?"
"You're being difficult. Just do as I say. Go shower!" His voice started to get that 'stern' tone again. Fine, I'll do it! Is he my husband or my father?
I spent quite a long time in the bathroom; if I was going to a gala, I had to scrub every inch of myself. He's been treating me so well lately that I'm starting to trust him more and more. Or is this just his way of leading up to the 'honeymoon'?
I stepped out of the bathroom in a white robe provided by the hotel. Just then, there was a knock at the door. My Minister was still asleep, so I volunteered to open it. "Sawasdee-ka."
"Are you Nong Tim?" A man as tall as my husband asked. He was with a young girl who was incredibly cute—probably around Tongjai's age—and they were carrying two or three equipment bags.
"Yes, I am."
"I'm Ray. Panin sent me to do your hair and makeup." If he were a man, he'd be incredibly handsome. He had that vibe where he could pull off a feminine look or look cool as a guy. His skin was finer and more radiant than most women's. With his sweet features, if he ever decided to dress in drag, I wouldn't stand a chance.
"Oh, okay. He's asleep. Please, come in." I gestured for them to enter. P'Ray had the girl bring in lighting equipment and rows of makeup from various brands. Is all of this really just for me? "P'Ray, have you known Khun Nin for a long time?"
"Yes, we've been friends since high school. And I know you're his wife, too."
"He told you? I can't believe it." He started checking my hair; since I hadn't washed it in two days, it was a bit stiff.