章節 45: Chapter 42 : The Army House
"I'll be back later today!"
"Where to?"
"Go to Brother Kong's shop, the whole band, and probably talk for a long time."
"Hmm!"
"You can sleep first."
"What time do you get back?"
"Going to wait for me is it?"
"Ai'Sat!"
"I'm not sure."
"Whatever you say."
"You can't let me go!"
"Looking for death?!"
"Woo-hoo-hoo..."
On an evening when the sun was still up in the sky, these members of the college football team were still practicing hard, only the freshman, who had just joined the team last semester, lazily coming to sit and play on his cell phones, with a water bottle with ice cubes next to it that he had to carry it to the seniors.
Allow me to be lazy for 5 minutes, I won't let myself die of thirst!
The teammate tried to temporarily press off the incessant phone calls, and when the object of deep affection died of anger (and almost wanted to kill him), sending Line to say he'd be back late today, Type didn't say anything, knowing that he'd been busy with the store band lately, and himself with the football team, so to speak, that evened the odds against anyone.
Both have been feeling distant lately.
It's been a week since San's affair. Not only is each on the side also busy with their own business, they are entering the exam season, so, although they are together, Type instead feels that lately they each have each gone their own way, busy with their own business, he is also busy with his own business, only the only thing remains the same as before.
That's the bed sport!
No matter how later he came back, he was able to crawl into bed and himself, and when Tharn brought it up, Type said yes every time.
The man who bent down to look at his phone thought about quite a few of that disgusting Great Wall, and even missed the last time he went to Sister Jeed's shop so much that he had to keep typing.
"Don't be cheeky, okay."
"You're talking about yourself, right."
"I'm not shameless, I'm sxxually impatient."
When Tharn returned the message, the southern boy cocked his lips and replied firmly, "Well, I'm anxious, but don't you be cheeky enough to bother anyone, because this anxious person will be as anxious to show you that word."
"Ai'Type, what are you doing, you're so addicted to playing with your phone these days oh!"
Interacting with Tharn in an almost friend-like, intimate tone before, more often than now, like Champ is famous for turning back, even watching the jersey he's fluttering back and forth until he sees the coolly built, former boxer that the crowd thinks is cool, but all Type thought was: dude, you can't beat Tharn.
What a man Tharn is, with nice muscles but no strength, and Champ's arms are like crab pliers, surely not sure if it's an arm or a thigh, then again, what am I to admire Tharn for.
"Oh, talking to that girlfriend you were talking to, huh?" He spoke to himself, making the audience nod their heads reluctantly in acceptance.
"Say, is she pretty, and does that Puifai compare?"
Before rolling his eyes, Type was puzzled for a moment. That guy thinks my date is a woman!
"Shouldn't she be pretty?" One thought of the current lover's face, then almost laughed out loud at the thought of the image of Tharn being a woman, gloated "If she had a long hair, haha..." and then couldn't help but laugh, the more one thought of Tharn with long hair draped over his face like a pendant for the listener to interpret as something else.
"Oh, short-haired girls who like short hair don't talk much either."
"Hmm, say, what's the matter with you?" When he pulled away, Type immediately changed the subject until the former boxer guy hit that how-are-you-sad face, snarking instead of pitying.
"For the exam, just help me with cramming." Back to the point, of course Champ, who didn't come here for nothing, said as much, then raised his hand to join in, speaking in a violent tone.
"Well Ai'Type, who would believe that someone like you who is late and skips class every time would score best in exams, help me out, at least let me pass." Well, who would have thought that someone who had a physical problem last semester and was afraid to go to class would study so well until the grades came out and everyone was in awe.
In fact, Type was the kind of person who was good with brains, and then for a while was with the Tharn who would only use force without brains.
Ding dong...
Before answering his friend's words, the phone rang again, causing Type to bend down to look at the phone screen, then unlock it to look inside.
"Let's go on a date together after the exam."
A short message, the person reading the message frowns, but must reply.
"What date?"
"Just going on a date with my lover is it that hard to understand?"
"Stop joking!"
"I didn't."
"I invite you nicely."
"Going?"
"Why should I go?"
"Because I'm going to make you soft in the heart."
"Am I hard?"
"Wait until tonight I will help you get soft."
"Ai'Shiaa."
"Go for it."
"It's been over a week since I've been out with you."
"Good to talk about it this time."
"Hmmm!"
"You come back early tonight."
"Yeah."
It wasn't soft on him, just the thought of Tharn talking to him in polite terms made him laugh until he had to agree!
The man who had collected his phone and put it in his bag pondered, then raised his head.
Oops! Forget about that Champ guy.
"I just learned that you also have a look of someone in love." He was talking while making smiling motions with his fingers and smiling happily.
"What is this being in love, did you kick the ball too far today and made your eyes see things?" Of course, Type switched tones for a short time, but wasn't sure what he was going to do about it, until trying to strike the relentless face, speaking in a tone that coldly made that Champ guy think about joking, and then he asked the same question again as before.
"Agree to give me a cramming lesson, you will be blessed, your lover will love you and love you oh."
"There's also such a... ah, whether I give you a tutorial, my lover will love me dead or alive, you think you're the magic oil ah," Type hilariously replied, causing the former boxer to laugh.
"Then help me and when I recite the sutra every night and I will pray that the Buddha will bless the object of your love for you through death and life." He also kept pleading, so that the man in the right mood just smiled at the corners of his mouth and got up to carry a water bottle with ice cubes about to walk to the rink, but nodded kindly and said.
"Hmmm, I'll help you, but you don't have to waste your time praying for me." Thiwat finished and turned his head to look at Champ with a frown, before shrugging confidently, "Only then my lover would love me too much to love."
"Oh ooh, you guy, since when did you become such confident xsshole!"
The southern boy wasn't interested in the shouting of his friend coming from behind, and just took the water bottle with the ice to his older siblings, hearing Techno ask what was wrong with Champ and racking his brain on the other side. He didn't answer, just smiled slyly, and confidently.
That Tharn guy is obsessed with me more than anything.
I used to think that a man's obsession with him was too awful, but now, FFS it is better than expected.
"I'm glad you're willing to come."
"I am a compassionate person who sees that certain people are annoying to death, so I am soft-hearted and kind."
"You can't spit ivory out of a dog's mouth!"
Inside a luxury car, a couple of boys were chatting happily, happy for two reasons.
One was that the midterm was over yesterday afternoon, and the other was that the two of them happened to be hanging out together, as promised.
Since everyone was busy with their exams, Tharn then asked his roommates the same question he had asked before: Are we going on a date together?
At first, the southern boy still cursed about the date was, and then every time they went out to dinner together, it wasn't what a date was, until Tharn just sighed heavily and looked at the guy who didn't understand romance, but remained calm. After many days of repeating the question, the listener was still willing to say yes, and agreed from the first invitation.
It's fine to go out for a walk once in a while, than mope around the room, and then do something similar until you can't stand the atmosphere.
"The dogs don't even eat, and here you are eating." Type smiled sinisterly and looked at the man who sighed heavily, then Tharn nodded and laughed too.
"Mmm, delicious."
"Huh!" As soon as the fight was over, he was defeated, and the southern boy turned his head out of the window and looked at the strange street, and asked.
"Say, where are you taking me, you haven't told me." The man driving the car turned his head and smiled, while his eyes glittered with satisfaction.
"If it's said, it's not a surprise!"
Tharn said that, and if it was anyone else, he would have been excited to see where he was going to take the surprise. But instead Type had a bit of a sense of inaccuracy; the Tharn guy seemed too overzealous and eager to bring him on, and seemed more of a conspiracy to be trusted.
If Tharn wasn't sinister, I'd be a fairy!
"Where are you going to trick me?" Having to suppress a tone of questioning, the person driving just shrugged and turned back to look at the road ahead, pretending to be focused on driving for no reason.
"Where are you taking me?!"
"You'll see when you get there." Such an answer makes one feel uncomfortable at heart, and one has to console oneself that it should be too much. Ai'Tharn is good at taking care of people, and adding something romantic should not raise goosebumps on his sweetness.
Just curse him if it gets too cloying.
The man who was trying to silence himself thought and kept looking at the scenery on the road while his own hunch was accurate.
"Tharn, whose house is this!"
At this moment, he wanted to ask Type how he felt, he should be even dumber than a buffalo's head. The second the red Lexus car drove into the aristocratic village, he felt how stupid he was. Because he wouldn't have brought a swim in the village club, or a dinner in the village restaurant, I suppose. He must have brought it into a house somewhere, and he wasn't stupid, so Type quickly figured out what he had brought.
His house, Ai'Shiaa! It's his house.
Mentally aware, but asking him anyway, just to be sure, the man driving the car just pulled up to the gate of a house, rang the doorbell twice, and the closed door pushed aside, making the rag doll in front of the car suddenly turn around and look like he wanted to pick a fight.
If someone opens the door, it means someone is home.
If anyone was home, they must have known they were coming before he did.
And if anyone knew Tharn was coming, how could he not know Tharn was bringing me along.
Is he trying to trick me into coming home?
"Ai'Tharn, turn around and tell me right away!" Type's thoughts prompted him to tug on the driver's shoulder to get him to turn around, and then just tilted the corners of his mouth and smiled, quietly, not saying a word, not a word, except to back the car into the garage with one hand, not caring about the other arm that was pulled so hard it nearly broke.
It looked like Type was angry, pissed off enough to want to choke him, but afraid to let the pretty car push against the garage.
"As far as you can see, we are on a date."
"Ai'Hiaa, this is your house!" Type shouted, now that the flesh on his chest was so hot, he felt worried and disturbed, and he was afraid that someone would come out of the house and get upset, so that both hands tightly pulled on his arm, and even tighter than before. The drummer frowned slightly, then turned his head to make eye contact.
"Hey, why ask when you all know what I brought you here for."
"Ai'Tharn!" cried the listener in a restrained voice, telling you that I was angry and pissed off, and that the owner of the house only responded with a smiley face, and
Boo! (Kissing sounds)
Pop! (Slapping)
"Bastrd!" He then bent down and pressed his nose against his cheek, allowing the quick-handed man to slam the back of his hand against his neck, and even Tharn himself grunted softly, but it was no more than Type cursing out, staring him in the face for trouble, and glancing at the house for fear someone would pry his head out.
The man who looked to be watching also stopped snickering, as his face began to turn serious.
"You don't need to be so angry."
"If you were me, you wouldn't be angry? You lied to me!"
"Then, if I didn't lie to you, will you come?"
"No!" Of course, who would dare to go to the lover's house, and I repeat, the lover is still a man who is an xsshole like a buffalo, even himself, only he is a white buffalo and he is an ordinary buffalo, who would accept a man like that as the lover of their son?
Inner thoughts made the eyes flash a sharper light wanting to cut the neck, and Tharn just sighed.
"That's it, I want to bring you to meet my brother, he wants to see you."
"Why did you want to see me?!"
"He wanted to know who had such a charisma that he could make his younger brother lose his mind and not want to go home." Tharn's answer made the listener go pale, for how it sounded was like he was the one who had made Tharn slip in his character, and watched as the drummer reached over and patted his shoulder, then said in a reassuring tone.
"Brother Thorn really wants to see you, Brother San told him beforehand, so my brother wants to know what you're like, don't worry, Mom and Dad aren't here today, my sister has gone to piano lessons, and the maid isn't coming on her day off, it's just my brother alone."
"Then why not make an appointment somewhere else!"
Um, if he had told him to come alone to see his brother in the first place, Type himself would have been calmer than he was now, when several times he had told him that Brother Thorn had been clear between the two of them in the first place, so that it wouldn't have been the same as meeting everyone in the family and feeling deeply spine-tingling fear.
"My brother is too lazy to go out, and he says at least you can know one of my family this way." The Tharn guy said that, and even Type himself wanted to argue to be sure it was for that reason, but not before he could do something about it, or something more serious than hurt Tharn's body.
Sincerely pissed off
The knock on the window glass on his own side rang softly, causing the person leaning against the window to turn his head to look.
Ai'Shiaa!
He cursed not to the person knocking on the window, but himself, and his heart was about to jump out of his chest when he saw another face.
Now, needless to say, Type also knew who this man was, it was Tharn's brother.
Brother Thorn, a man who looks different from Tharn, the younger brother looks more like the American grandmother, but you can tell that there is a Western blood flowing in the blood, while his older brother, looked like he was inclined to carry a little Chinese blood, Thai style, only the eyes that were staring through the car window are brown, giving Type the impression that the two brothers are the same.
Although they didn't look alike, his body resembled that of his brother.
"How's it going, Brother Thorn." The owner of the car walked down first to say hello to his brother, asked the man with his arm propping up the door armrest to lift his head, then stepped back to let Type breathe.
"Saw you guys weren't getting out of the car yet, so came looking, Tharn is my face is weird or something?" Thorn asked his brother that, making the listener laugh.
Tharn's brother's face isn't weird, it's Type who's weird.
This is what the person who opened the door and got out of the car, trying to calm himself down, understood what it was like to go to the lover's parents' house, that's how it felt!
If meeting outside and he didn't know that the man in front of him was Tharn's brother, Type vowed to argue that he wasn't afraid, but upon learning that it was the lover's family, the look on his face was about to change.
Knowing to be polite, knowing to be good, knowing to impress the in laws.
This is how it feels when you enter the lover's home.
"Uh, brother, hello!" Even raising their hands in a polite curtsy, not quite able to smile.
"Hello, my name is Thorn, your name is Type, and I have seen your picture many times before, you look better in person than in pictures." His brother smiled in greeting, but looked him aside from head to toe, the look that made Type feel a chill run down his spine.
The brother's eyes were more terrifying than human.
"Seen the pictures?"
"Whoa, Brother Thorn, he's following up on your IG," Tharn the bastrd replied in his brother's stead, being the object like this makes one want to shave their face.
Why didn't you tell me he came to follow up on IG!
"Haha...I love gossip, and being particularly nosy about my brother. Come inside the house, it looks like Type didn't know he was being brought here." The friendliness made him start to relax a bit, fast-tracking to keep up with the owner of the home and enter the big house, like...
"Humph!"
Snap
"Ouch!"
The man next to him laughed indebted, so Type kicked him in the elbow joint until he fell down.
"Ugh, what happened to you Tharn?" His brother turned his head and asked, just shaking hands with the man, even though he couldn't help but want to burst out laughing.
"No, Brother Thorn, nothing." When his brother said that, his brother nodded, but before entering the house, the tall figure stopped and then turned his head to look.
"Oh, the princess is at home today and won't say anything about this." His elder brother said, causing the listener to frown, and turned to look at the lover with a bewildered face as if asking who the princess was, and made Tharn frown as well. "Alas, there were not piano lessons today."
"Brother omitted to tell me Tharn will bring... Special friend to the house, so the princess wants to see him." Brother Thorn was silent for a moment, then a little embarrassed, but even more difficult was Type, who was beginning to guess who the princess was, it was Tharn's sister.
"Brother Tharn is here." As soon as he finished asking, his sister walked out of the house.
Pretty cute little girl Thanya did complete this pair of brother's sister act very well, the little girl has a pretty face, small size, sweet smile, but delayed her steps in because saw the brother has a guest, just then she stood in the doorway to raise their hands to do the wai, until Type quickly returned the wai. The shyness begins to multiply when three siblings were encountered and gathered together and he was in the corner alone.
"Sawtdee kha!"
"Well, Sawtdee khrap!" Type spoke in a hoarse voice and couldn't believe he was afraid of a ten year old, who turned around and smiled at his brother who stood in the middle.
"Brother Tharn, if Brother Thorn did not tell me first when you get home, I won't even know if Brother Tharn was here."
"Thanya, I just came back for a second." The person standing in the middle didn't expect his sister to be home either, but because he thought she was still a child who hadn't grown up and didn't know anything about lovers and couples, he walked over and hugged her, beckoning Type to introduce her to her.
Bam.....
Before Type could walk to stand next to Tharn, the gate to the house was opened, so the two brothers turned their heads to look.
"Ai'Shiaa!" Thorn and Tharn called out at the same time, and even the guest himself physically stiffened as a result of the car coming into the house, indicating that someone must have come back, thinking that and he just heard the little sister had said.
"Brother Thorn said Brother Tharn was bringing a special friend, so I called Mom and Dad and told them to hurry back."
Ai'Hiaa!
That's really all Type can think of at the moment.
It's been bad enough meeting siblings, but now that even Mom and Dad are back, it sucks major!
At this time, the atmosphere inside the family's living room resembles a quiet cemetery, plus it's more secluded at the cemetery, rather than before Qingming Festival, while Type is sitting on a single sofa, opposite a pair of elders of the family who are sitting together, down a bit is the family's second son, equally unable to laugh.
That Tharn guy didn't know Mom and Dad were coming back, and Type even less so, he had no idea why the man brought him to his house.
"Your name is Type, isn't it?"
Hooei!
"Yes, khrap."
Type who was just feeling a little nervous, surprised and exhausted, sweaty and stammering even to reply, not daring to look at the elders face, had to look at the orange juice in front of him.
But please, who dares to drink?
For Thiwat, who wasn't originally someone who could easily get close to people, let alone deal with elders, it wasn't like he was the guy who could get into bed with anyone, so the two hands that rested on his lap squeezed together nervously, glanced at the doorframe, then found the older brother and younger sister not far away observing the situation.
Who is this talk going to be directed at?
That Tharn guy brought him without saying a word.
His brother's mouth wasn't tight to tell his sister again.
His sister called Mom and Dad about the rumor again.
Should I take it out on these three fvcking guys!
Although on the surface Type still managed to remain calm, several holes were swallowed up in his inner feelings as he really understood what it was like to go to the lover's house for the first time.
Jesus I'm freaking scared of everything, what if his parents don't like me, they can't possibly, and I'm a man.
Ask yourself questions and even feel like you're about to be eaten.
"You have known each other long?" His mother was a beautiful woman, and a smile made one think she was a gentle woman, but the look that came over made the one being looked at fear to even look back.
"Well, not long ago, met last semester."
"For living in the same dorm?" And Tharn's father was a big-boned man who made Type know at a glance who Brother Thorn and Tharn had inherited after, along with an eye so sharp it seemed to perceive everything that the visitor could only gulp.
"Yes."
"So you are now living together in an outside apartment?" His father continued to ask, causing Type to take a deep breath.
It's all at this stage, what's there to be afraid of, at best he'll throw you out of the house.
"It was me who wanted to live outside at first, it was just that my dad wouldn't allow it, he wanted me to meet more friends and it just so happened that Ai'... Tharn was willing to share the apartment, so my dad allowed me to live outside." Almost super politely called Tharn... Ai'Tharn and had to change his name.
This act resulted in the hearing of a grunt of laughter from the other side.
Sudden
Of course, Type turned his gaze away mercilessly, but could do nothing to him, coming out to pass through the eyes: I'm nervous as hell, and when I'm relieved, I'm going to put the pressure on you!
"Come and stay here, is your home far from school?" His mother asked.
"My parents are in Surat Thani."
"Actually, I should say his home is on Pang'an Island, Mom." The Tharn guy added, and his mother nodded, then turned to look at him with more than a little unwarranted concern in her eyes.
"Then you have no relatives in the city Nong Type."
"Uh, no, I have an aunt here, in fact I've been coming to Bangkok since junior high school, and then I came over here to live with my aunt and asked my dad to live outside only after I went to college." Type hurriedly shook his head, said to them, and felt no sense of being investigated, and would definitely pursue the past.
"Well, at least there are relatives on this side, and people to help with any problems." Tharn's dad also said.
"Ah, yes." At the same time, Type could only answer with a dry smile, his heart thumping, on the other hand, I didn't think he would ask a question like that, right?
"How does it feel to live together?"
That's the problematic question.
The southern boy looked at his lover for a moment and thought about it, unsure which answer his father needed.
Oh, it's sweet, we have been screwing more than three times a week, or it's nothing, it's just we have been together, like a normal married life, it can't be said here or there.
"I mean Tharn didn't give you any trouble, did he?" Although his father added, the listener was also aware that an investigation was underway into how he and Tharn got along, and what was uncertain was whether his parents were aware of the relationship between the man sitting in front of them and his second son, and what was certain was that Type was overjoyed that the subject had not told the family directly to who he was to Tharn.
If he says it, he will die tonight.
Even if Thiwat now dares to tell people that he's in a relationship, it's not that he's prepared to be hated by his lover's parents at the first meeting, and honestly, he wants them to like him, but not think of him as a daughter-in-law who's talking about getting married soon!
All the thoughts were tangled together, making the person dumbfounded and unsure of how to answer, and although the living room was cold with the air conditioning on, Type felt cold sweat permeate his entire back.
"No, Tharn didn't give me a hard time."
The powerful man also made no move, his body shriveled up and almost engulfed by the sofa, causing the two elders to glance at each other as Tharn interjected at the same time.
"The two of us divide our work oh dad, I'll do the housekeeping, Type he does the dishes and cooks, and the clothes we take turns taking down and whoever is free to wash them, but my school uniform goes to the shop to be ironed, Type's he does his own." The son of the family expanded, causing his mother to turn her head curiously.
"Nong, can you still cook?"
"Ah, yes, it just so happened that my aunt, mother, brothers and sisters are busy with work, so I became the one who cooked.
"It's awesome, Tharn can't do anything, living alone I worry if he only eats convenience store food." His mother seemed more pleased with him than before, making the boy who wanted to say thank you to his mother, born for kitchen work, begin to be a little more relieved.
"It's not, I cook just so I can eat."
"But Tharn doesn't know how to cook so badly that he can't even scramble eggs as well as her sister." When the subject came up, Thiwat glanced at the man who was a terrible cook, then cocked his mouth and smiled.
"He can fry food, too, but there are pretty ones and ones that look like burnt leaves." As soon as he started the fire, Tharn turned to look at him menacingly, but the corners of his mouth smiled instead, and it made the hearts of those who watched feel a twinge.
The smile was handsome, but the face was fierce, both a bit threatening, and Type was still rejoicing in his heart when he was talking about it.
"But the charred one I ate myself, so you could have the nice one."
Don't bribe me in front of your parents, asshole!
The damned Tharn you have a look of delighted indebtedness, eyes clearly saying the dog was more than just a friend, until the man who'd laughed out and started to slowly retract his grin, glanced at his parents as if observing, and then properly his mom got up and he scowled darkly.
"It's..." What excuse are you going to make!
All he could do was speak, and then shut up at a loss for words, knowing it was just too much anxiety for fear that the elders wouldn't like what they heard.
"Well, I think it's better if I go into the kitchen and see that my son isn't thinking like this and then making your life hard, it's better if I go into the kitchen and make a big show of it, but I are am a gold medal chef." It seems that Tharn's mother instead looked more angry than dissatisfied, and walked quickly to the other side, leaving the guest speechless.
"Hmm."
"Stay for lunch either way, no, stay for dinner, and this mother should be happy if someone comes to help with her." Meanwhile his father chuckled. The listener can't even go back to the apartment if he or she is reluctant to accept it because the way the request was framed was do or die!
"Okay."
"No need to be polite, I just wanted to chat, didn't say anything else." His father said that, and it shocked the whole audience!
So that means you know about my relationship with Tharn.
This thought caused Type to only keep his head down and continue talking to the lover's father in a very nervous manner.
The second son also sat cross-legged and looked at him with a wholehearted fondness.
***** ****** *****
每周推薦票狀態
-- 推薦票
榜單 
-- 推薦票