Tatiya

“Fatten her up nicely…” Ja’s sharp eyes watched the woman eat incessantly before he lowered his eyelids. His lips, touching the rim of his teacup, curved into a cunning smile.
Ja disliked slender women. He was rough and heavy-handed. Even though he loved Ninsipan like the apple of his eye, sometimes when he hugged his sister, he had to be gentle, careful not to hurt her. His mother was so frail, so delicate and small. She would fall ill at the slightest change in weather, causing him and his father immense worry. Despite their care, she passed away prematurely. Since seeing his mother’s frail body on the hospital bed, Ja, his eyes red and his jaw clenching to suppress the pain of loss, swore that if he ever loved someone, he would find someone strong, not weak, fragile, easily broken and gone forever!

Ja’s woman, Lean, if weak and fragile like a glass doll… would die millions of times a day… Ja glanced at Lanta’s plump figure and round cheeks and smiled… This kind of stuffed doll is perfect.

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