Niramol hid as the man who had given her food a week ago came out of the house as usual, most likely to sell his paintings, which she had seen him with when they first met, so she assumed the paintings were for sale. She has been spying on him since the last week. He was unaware that she had followed him home, but she still lacked the bravery to confront him. Every time he goes out to sell his paintings, she goes into his apartment and leaves when it is time for him to get home. Even though all of the furnishings appear to be very antiquated and outdated, she still adores the place—possibly because it reminds her of her own home in Thailand—and it looks less intimidating than many other people's apartments. The absence of photographs on the wall suggests that the man does not take pictures. She walked over to his painting to see what he had drwan at night.
It is what she enjoys seeing when she gets inside the house. The painting of the man. She finds the man's talent very admirable, and it seems to tell a story. Upon reviewing his previous works, she noticed one depicting a child isolated from other children playing. She was deeply moved.
Since she passed away ten years ago, she has had the ability to see things that a normal person cannot, and based on her experiences, this man may be depressed. She had been drawn to him in some way the day he met her at the restaurant, but she did not understand. She knew it was not because he was attractive because she had seen many attractive men, but rather because he had left her speechless by giving her the last of what he had. She knew this because she is a ghost, and all ghosts see and know everything, which is why their generation frequently appeases them for protection and other reasons. Despite being brutally murdered by some unidentified men, she never felt the need to exact revenge. When she was younger, her only goals were to care for and see her parents happy. However, her dreams were cut short when her best friend Jutharath sold her into prostitution without telling her, leaving her without money to eat or even to return to her parents. Her travel documents were destroyed by her alleged "employer," so she had no way to return home.
Despite her refusal to work as a prostitute, she begged the authorities to find her a legitimate job and reimburse them, but they refused and used violence instead. They would starve her and beat her. Thinking about it now, she felt sad—not because of her experience, since no one can hurt her now unless she lets them, but because she missed home and had let her parents down.
Lying on the bed, she threw herself joyfully from one end to the other. Though she does not know why it feels so natural, she should not be doing this. There are other things she does not understand why she is doing, such as sneaking into a stranger's house when he is not there and leaving hurriedly when it is time for him to return. Although breaking into people's homes or sneaking in is a ghost thing, they do not flee like a thief when the owner returns; instead, they leave whenever they feel like it and frequently create mayhem for their own amusement. She used to do this to express her frustration at not being human, but she stopped and accepted her fate, instead attempting to find ways for her to fulfill her promise so she could finally rest.
Niramol wants to remain in that bed and never get out. She came up with a plan while lying on the bed because she enjoys the way the bed feels and does not want to be caught. She was planning in her head how to convince him to let her into his house when the door suddenly opened, and Niramol hid next to the bed. Jesus it's him. she thought,as the man entered inside. He wasn't supposed to be home now .
However, the man had returned home and was even making his way to the bed after removing his shirt. She had to escape to the other side of the room. She had the option to leave, but she preferred to stay and get a close-up look at him. She watched him open the drawer beside his bed, take a few pills, swallow them all at once, and then recline on his bed. He appears pale, and she wonders if he is sick or just tired. She wanted to help this man because he appeared to be frail. She approached him to see if he was sleeping and discovered that he was. To lower his temperature, she went to the kitchen sink and got a towel and some water. Every time she and her siblings, including her father, had a high fever, her mother would do this to them.
She soaked the towel in the water while she sat close to him, then laid it over him until his body finally relaxed. She then carried the water to the kitchen, disposed it in the sink, and spread the towel.
The bowl she used to fetch the water must have made a noise while she was attempting to keep it in the sink because the man came right into the kitchen, asking who was in there, but she vanished before he could see her.
She gave herself a little smile as she watched him go back to bed through the window outside. But she asked again: what if he saw the wet towel and realized someone was in his house? Suppose he discovered it was a ghost. No, she does not think a man like him takes ghost stories seriously. He may simply be a little perplexed as to why the towel is damp, but he will not start obsessing over strange tales.
She would come out of hiding and convince him to let her live with him tomorrow. Despite the fact that she has never done anything this crazy in her years as a ghost, she is willing to try it. Ghosts are not afraid of dangers like humans are; they are ghosts and will not die again. Believe it when they say that humans have no duplicates, especially since they are not cats, who are said to have nine lives. Once a human dies, they will never die again.