I’m “Kunja Fa,” but everyone just calls me “Fa.”

I just returned from France after completing a perfume-making course, fulfilling my dream.
But when I got home, I realized my bag had been switched with someone else’s—
and to make things worse, the swapped bag opened with the same code as mine.

While trying to contact the owner, I received a strange call—
someone saying our bags got switched.
That was the beginning of our detective game,
not revealing who we are or where we come from.

As we played along, strange feelings crept into my heart—
feelings I couldn’t explain—
until I realized something was off.

Then one day,
my best friend, with whom I had agreed that if we were both single at 30, we’d marry each other, called to say
he’d found a woman he wanted to marry.

I wasn’t sure I believed him—he falls for everyone easily.

But the person he introduced made my heart race just by our first glance.
From someone who didn’t believe in love at first sight,
I became lost in daydreams from the very first meeting.

I felt fluttery over the owner of my bag—
and also over this new woman I just met.

Crazy, right? What kind of person am I?
And all the people I feel this way about—

Both of them… are women!!!