When he received a report that Mak Qori was still delivering food containers to the soldiers, Pang Min became furious again. That afternoon he went down to the village near the army post. No one recognized him there, just like the other guerrilla leaders who were free to move anywhere, sometimes without any disguise at all. The soldiers who were assigned for several months only heard their names.
Before darkness fell, he was already sitting in a coffee shop located not far from the army post accompanied by several of his men. He had to wait for Mak Qori and her daughter to come out of the army post and follow them for some distance. The further from the post, the better because the sound of gunfire would invite the soldiers to come faster. Pang Min often dreamed of getting a silenced pistol like in the movies, but so far that dream had not come true.
On a motorbike, Pang Min and one of his men followed Mak Qori's motorbike. The slightly plump woman sat behind, with both hands holding four food containers, two on the left and two on the right. They passed through the village roads that were rocky and muddy in the rainy season and dusty in the dry season. Before darkness fell, residents began to rush home because gunfights between soldiers and guerrillas often occurred at night.
Pang Min secretly held the gun hidden under his shirt. When approaching Mak Qori's motorbike ridden by his son, Mak Qori's motorbike suddenly hit a large rock. The motorbike swerved a bit, but Mak Qori survived. Only the four aluminum food containers in her hands fell and were scattered on the rocky road.
Pang Min's men were also shocked to avoid the scattered food containers. He stopped right behind Mak Qori's motorbike who was now collecting her food containers again. Mak Qori's gaze briefly turned to Pang Min and his men, but he did not feel disturbed, let alone threatened.
The aroma of goat curry from the unwashed food containers wafted into Pang Min's nose, reminding him of the close times with his commander who was now in who knows where in the forest. Over time, the aroma of the curry became thicker as Pang Min's grip on the gun loosened.[]
