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16 February 2008 :: 18:02:35 pm 6938

“Tear Drop,” Thirty Karat Blue Diamond Pendant

‘Tear Drop‘, aptly named since thousands of the slaves in her family‘s factories have shed tons of tears in a recent strike to demand some improvement in working conditions, welfare and an increase in their wages.
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To the late-riser, the morning seemed bleak. At nine when Sunita, clad in a white, fluffy bathrobe, came out to the patio of her seafront villa, the sun had already changed the sea’s mood. The breeze stirred the fronds of coconut trees that lined the beach while the frangipani stood darkly dappled with white flowers, some of which fell into the swimming pool. Somehow the sight of the gardener cleaning the pool, while his small cassette- player/transistor radio kept nearby was loudly playing Esarn music from his favourite recording, annoyed the woman.
She had told the housekeeper to make sure that the idiot must finish his work on the beach side of the estate by eight o’clock of each day, particularly when she was in residence. This measure was aimed not only to ensure privacy but also to prevent the Lao-speaking Esarn peasant turned gardener from gawking at her or her guests as they sunbathed by the poolside. You never knew what a yokel, raised in poverty in such an awful and hideous part of the country, might have thought and what he could have done when temptation was too much for him.

Some- how this morning, her fragility had suddenly been shattered by the blasted mohlam song blaring away and the lady of the house went to the poolside, picked up the offending wireless, and bashed it several times against a bole of a golden-shower rain tree. As if she was not satisfied with the soundless state of the damned thing, she swung it down on the ground and then went after it, stamping vigorously on it as if she was absolutely consumed by the envy of someone else’s simple joy. It did seem a rather unladylike exertion, that stamping and kicking which she repeated several times before returning to repair her shattered self on a rattan chair on the calming patio.
When the maid appeared, kneeling on the marble floor at a respectful distance, the riled, fiery mistress could not help vent further her anger: “I’ve told you several times to make sure that the cretin does not work by the pool area after eight. How many more times do I have to tell you? In what language did you tell him? Was it in Thai or in Lao? Since you are also from Esam, speak to him in Lao, he may understand it better!”
“He has neither a watch nor a clock, ka nai, “
said the trembling housekeeper.
It was obvious that the cowering woman was familiar with the flaring temper, the foul moods and the abrasive croaking of her Ladyship. Having been reduced from serving in the palatial house in Bangkok to a servant in a seaside villa, the poor soul was being made more humble once again.

“I’ll get him a watch, and take it out of his wage. Tell him that. Have we plenty of fresh orange juice?” Sunita said ruefully and in the tone of those who had the prerogative of great wealth.
These days she could easily lose her temper due to the increasing tensions from the volatile financial situation and the insidiously manipulated stock exchange plus a court case involving a sibling feud. On top of them all her thought of suing her husband for divorce had been gnawing at her. It seemed too that those whom she had liked were attacking her behind her back. A journalist joined in as well making a nasty remark in a social page that at a party she had been seen adorned by a diamond necklace that had a thirty karat blue diamond pendant called ‘Tear Drop’ after its shape.

How could a name like that become the thin end of the wedge?
That bitch of a social columnist dared to make a snide remark in the gossip column.These days she could not put on a piece of jewellery without being criticized! Oh dear, oh dear. And what had her collection of precious stones to do with her slaves in factories? Envy, pure envy. “I’m sure the bitch” Sunita reconsidered              

 

We have been blessed with a chance to gawp . at Sunita Panichakulkosol-Charlton’s diamonds, particularly the one called ‘Tear Drop’, aptly named since thousands of the slaves in her family’s factories have shed tons of tears in a recent strike to demand some improvement in working conditions, welfare and an increase in their wages.

 

  

There was no point in trying to read while she could not stop thinking of other things. Putting the novel away, she looked around the patio as if to allow something else to catch her attention. She checked the cushioned rattan chairs and a sofa to see if they had been neatly arranged, whether the glossy magazines on the coffee table had been attractively displayed. How nice it was that the colour scheme of cushion covers matched that of the flowing bougainvillea on the terraces. Awnings and colourful beach umbrellas had been put up. Four chairs surrounding the round table were empty, however, she could not see her husband, Charles and the guests, Edwin and his wife, Rebecca. Sunita saw on the wrought iron table at the open part of the porch, tea things left untended, and thus guessed that Charles and the visitors had had their breakfast. Where could they be then? Her ladyship got up and walked towards the sea, leaning against a ceramic rail, scanning the length of the beach. No, there was not a single soul in sight.
          

 

  

Reporter : Sirithanon   Photo : Internet   Category : Stories

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