"Help!" Aom Chinda tried screaming for help each time her head got out of the water.
Caught off guard, water entered Aom Chinda's mouth and nose ruining all her makeup.
Aom Chinda started to struggle furiously, but the hand holding her hair was extremely strong - so strong that it felt as if her scalp was about to be torn off as well.
Slowly, she was deprived of air, and the feeling of suffocation made her lose hope of living.
She tried, with all her might, to grab Chakrii Malivalaya's hand, but she could not grab onto anything.
Each time Aom Chinda tried to set herself free, Kiet Chomesri put more force making the pain more and more.
Just as she was about to fall unconscious, the person holding her hair finally decided to show mercy and pulled her head out of the water.
Aom Chinda's pupils dilated but just as she took a breath, her head was dunked back into the water before she could react.
One...two...three...four...five...six times continually non stop.
The person behind her was like a denom.
There was a smile on her charming face and a flash of happiness was seen in her eyes.
She lowered her eyes in a carefree manner and watched as Aom Chinda lingered on the border between life and death.
Her curled eyelashes cast a shadow on her lower eyelid, making her appearance exquisite like that of a porcelain doll in a shop window.
"Are you having fun, Aom Chinda? Huh?" Kiet Chomesri laughed as she titled her head and pulled Aom Chinda out.
Kiet Chomesri pronounced the two words 'Aom Chinda' in a disgusted manner.
Aom Chinda coughed for sometime before she regained her life back.
Aom Chinda's heart filled with hatred as her eyes unconsciously teared up and her nose became runny.
It took her a lot of effort, but she finally turned her watery gaze and looked unwaveringly into Kiet Chomesri's beaming eyes.
"Chakrii Malivalaya..." She held out her hand and pointed her index finger towards Kiet Chomesri but was at a loss of words so she simply put her hand down.
"Isn't it fun?" Kiet Chomesri inquired in a manner that seemed like that of a kid in a candy store.
Kiet Chomesri applied force, grabbed onto Aom Chinda's scalp, and pulled it back, forcing her to lift her head.
Partially cheek to cheek with Aom Chinda, Kiet Chomesri said affectionately, "Aom Chinda, why aren't you saying anything? I still remember the incident you planned by Khaji park's bridge."
Aom Chinda's immediately widened her eyes in surprise, she instantly looked down to avoid spilling the truth.
"Stop making up lies!" Aom Chinda replied fiercely.
"By saying you, it doesn't mean that it was you, why are being terrified over nothing?" Kiet Chomesri inquired as she smiled deviously.
She had caught her off-guard.
'What a fool!' Kiet Chomesri said to herself as she rolled her eyes in disgust.
Aom Chinda was a vulnerable state and she felt a moment of panic, she stared straight into Kiet Chomesri's eyes, refusing to admit that she had anything wrong.
It was not proven whether it was her or not.
Perhaps, wasn't she alive and not dead.
"Chakrii Malivalaya, you've lost your mind!" Refusing to admit defeat, Aom Chinda fought back and tried to claw Kiet Chomesri's face.