I last saw Fabo at the Buffalo Bar. He was with Gai, his mia noi.

“My wife she knows nothing.”

“I wouldn’t be too sure of that.” Thai wives have ‘naak-suab’ or spies everywhere and Thai women love to ‘waa raai’ or gossip about other women’s philandering husbands, especially if the woman is not present.

“Poo never say anything about it.” Fabo had been with his wife 3 years, although really only half that since his life is split monthly between an oil exploration ship and Pattaya.

“Just because she doesn’t say anything, doesn’t mean she doesn’t know.” My wife never says anything either and her silence is not a good sign.

“Quais, but what else can I do other than pretend she doesn’t know and deny everything?”

“Tell the truth.”

“Never. I say nothing, which is not lying, is it?”

“I’m no saint.”

We drank several beers and he wandered off with Gai to the Sawan Suites above the Buffalo Bar. I tried calling him the next day. No answer. Several of his friends asked if I had seen him. I said no, which I would have said, if I had seen him. No news for a week. Two weeks. I drove by his house. No one was there and the neighbors said nothing. They were well-trained for discretion.

I asked Gai about Fabo and the buxom 24 year-old smiled without an answer.

Fabo was MIA.

Finally I received an email. He was on a boat off Viet-nam.

“I had to leave fast. Poo had a spy. I don’t know who.” Poo had cut all his clothes to shreds.

“Wise decision.” Hell wreak no wrath greater than a scorned Thai woman.

“Have you seen Gai?”

“One time.”

“You see her again, tell her I miss her.”

“Whatever you want.”

So Fabo survived his wife’s wrath and will run the gauntlet again.

Why?

Because he likes the danger.

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