Three Sisters:

Angels don�t need to suffer. I have believed this since I was small. Nothing backs up that belief that what I have witnessed with this old man�s daughters. The middle child is about my age, maybe a bit older. They all are really pretty and very nice too. If I wasn�t taken right now, I would ask them out or something. Two of them seem like my type. But, that�s not the point. They don�t deserve to be conned out of their money. After talking with each one, that point really drove it in clearer.

The first sister was named Buppha. She�s about twenty-six years old, about my sister�s age. A very elegant woman here. In fact, she served us all lunch. Her father invited us to the table in celebrations. The �king� and the �duke� happily accepted. Sappoto-san couldn�t even touch her food. I glanced over at her. �It�s okay,� I wanted to tell her. I doubt that would�ve helped at all. I needed to tell her something at least. I looked down at my own rice. The oldest looked up at me.

�How is everything?� she asked. I stared at her for a moment.

�Yeah!� the �king� cut in. �You�re cooking is the best, dear sister!� I have to admit, I cringed when he said that. Creepy, that�s just creepy man! Buppha looked at him with such surprise.

�Really?� she asked. The �duke� nodded at her.

�Yes, my lady,� he replied. Buppha became overjoyed.

�I�m so glad you like it, brother!� she exclaimed. I rolled my eyes when she said that. Is she really buying all of this crap? Isn�t anyone even slightly suspicious besides me? The father finished his bite of food.

�This is good, Buppha,� he said. �You�ve gotten better at cooking.� The woman�s cheeks slightly turned pink.

�Thanks, Papa,� she said.

�You really have been working here,� he said. �I keep wondering why you�re still single.� His daughter�s cheeks turned even redder.

�Papa!� she exclaimed. The old man�s wife patted him on the arm.

�Dear,� she whispered.

�But it�s true,� her husband said. I couldn�t help but to smile. Somehow, it just all feels amusing to me to hear all of this. The embarrassed look on Buppha�s face looked so cute. I almost wanted to take her aside and kiss her on the lips. Right then, I felt my hear string. I can�t let those creeps cheat her out of her parents� money. I had to do something.

The second sister was named Malee. She�s about my age as I said earlier. I get the feeling that she�s checking me out with the way that she looks at me. I can see it in those hazy brown eyes of hers. Her smile is enough to make my heart melt. But don�t worry, I�m not tempted. I won�t chest; I have a girlfriend back at home. I won�t cheat on her. I promise won�t! I�m not that kind of person anymore!

Anyway, that�s beside the point.

I can�t let her get ripped off like her older sister.

The final sister, Sroy, was about sixteen or seventeen. She�s rather�

Sroy-chan and I were cleaning up the kitchen table. That girl hadn�t said anything the whole time. She kept giving me cold looks. I think she knows something is amiss. Yet, I don�t really have all of the truth. I didn�t want to push her and give too much away. I figured that I would play ago until the right moment came along. Unfortunately, Sroy-chan was the one who decided otherwise. I finally couldn�t take her staring at me intently. I threw down the rag on the table.

�Look,� I said. �Do you have a problem or something?� That little snort looked up at me and snorted.

�Come on,� I said. �Tell me.�

�Why?� she snapped. I shrugged at her.

�I get the feeling that my party and I have done something to offend you,� I said. The rotten brat turned away.

�You have!� she snapped. I looked at her perplexed.

�Is that right?� I asked. �How so?�

�By you just being here!� she snapped. I could tell that the little brat something smelled like a rat. However, I can�t let her know that she�s dead right. I gave her an innocent little look.

�And why would you say that?� I asked. The rotten brat began scrubbing the table in big circles. I watched the surface as she did as such.

�Oh, missed a spot,� I said. She looked up at me, sneering.

�Shut up, I know!� she barked.

�So, are you saying that was on purpose?� I asked.

�Of course not! You distracted me!� the little brat snapped.

�Oh really?� I asked.

�Yes!� she snapped. I shook my head at her.

�Boy, you little bra�er� Sroy,� I said. �You really must hate me, don�t you?�

�What gave that one away?� I heard mumble under her breath. I raised an eyebrow at her.

�Pardon?� I asked. She rolled her eyes.

�Nothing!� she snapped as she scrubbed the table.

�You�re going to ruin it like that,� I spoke up.

�Shut up!� the little brat snapped at me.

�Sroy!� a woman�s voice snapped from the doorway. The spoiled little brat and I looked up to see Buppha and Malee watching us. I felt my heart flip when I looked deep into the younger sister�s eyes. The rotten little bitch gritted her teeth at the nicer sisters.

�What?!?� she snapped as she began scrubbing even harder. The eldest had her arms folded across her full bust.

�Behave yourself!� she hissed at her baby sister. The rotten brat frowned at her.

�And why should I?!?� she barked.

�They are out guests!� Buppha scolded her. �You know the rules. Apologize right now!� The baby brat groaned aloud.

�Do I have to?� she wailed.

�Yes!� both sisters said in a rushed tone. The spoiled brat looked over at me. I waited with a small smirk on my face. It took a long pause before she dropped her shoulders in defeat.

�Fine,� she hissed. �I�m sorry!�

�Say it like you mean it,� the elder told her. Sroy forced herself to sorry this time.

�I�m sorry for being rude to you,� she said in a fake and sweet tone. I couldn�t help but to smile at her.

�Good enough,� I said. I could�ve listen to her apologize all day long to make myself feel superior to such a rotten brat like herself. Yet in that moment, I realized something. Even though Sroy was a bit of a brat, she didn�t deserve to be cheated out of her parents� money by those creeps that latched onto them. That was it. I had to save the family from this con before the trap closed down on them with its bitter fangs of betrayal.