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ลำดับตอนที่ #2 : Ch5: Too many problems
(Loud Door Slamming)
"Shiit!!! I wish he got Fuxked by his bosses. Or... Got sick... Or... Or cannot get his fuxk up. Fuxk!!!"
"Easy... Type."
At first, Type wanted to go back and talked to Tharn, but he called Techno, his best buddy, instead. Then stormed out to meet Techno. Type started pouring and drank like a fish. He kept on drinking and drinking. Until he started to feel a little bit tipsy. Then he slammed his glass in the middle of the table loudly and that caught attentions from people around them.
"What the Fuxk do you mean? Easy? That Fuxking bastard tricked me. Shiit. I hate him. More and more in every Fuxking single day. What type of supervisor is this? Blaming me for what I didn't do. Treat me like a piece of shiit. If I wasn't worried about being unemployed, I could have punched him on his face long time ago." Thiwat growled loudly and started to drink another glass he just mixed, but Techno stopped him first.
"Hey... Hold on... That's enough. You have had enough to drink, buddy. I cannot handle you when you are Fuxking crazily drunk." Techno spoke with his serious tone of voice. He turned his face to his young boyfriend and wished he could help, but KengKla seemed to ignore the conversation Techno had with his best friend.
"Hey... Kla... Help me, would you?"
KengKla, AKA Techno's boyfriend, the worst tricky bastard who used his money and every approaches he came up with to get Techno, the captain of college football team, to be his 'wife'. And also he hates Type.
Of course, because of Type, who fixed Techno's love issues and made KengKla to pay back from what he did to his best friend. And that scared KengKla. Yet, when KengKla saw Type being this frustrated he seemed to happy and had a good time all in sudden.
Come out from that lavender field already and take a careful look at your childish husband. He pity me.
Type just thought of but never said it. Only used one of his fingers to comb his hair up a little.
"Me? I don't think P'Type would appreciate anything I say."
Shut up, Kla.
"What about Tharn? Have you called him yet?"
"..."
That idea came out from Techno and completely sealed Type's lips. But then...
(Sigh)
Techno saw Type sighed.
"What? Fighting again? What's the matter with you two? How long have you been together? 6 or 7 years already, right? Still have a fight?"
"Not my fault this time!"
"Sure... Sure... Never your fault. Never will. Never be."
Techno babbled quietly, yet loud enough for Type to hear.
"Fuxk you, Techno."
Type spoke loudly and made Techno jumping up a little. Techno shook his head refusing that he didn't say anything and made a conversation to his best buddy.
"A conversation helps solving the problem. Remember? You told me that once."
Type silenced and started drinking again. That gesture told Techno to stop talking about Tharn. So he changed the subject back to the root of trouble.
"What will you do now with the problem at your office?"
Type was stunned for a few seconds before speaking something he had told to himself for months.
"I will quit."
"Whoa... What? Your salary is freaking high. Your base salary was so much higher than me when you started this job."
Type's best friend stopped him immediately. But Type's situation was much more complicated. It's true that his based salary was so much higher than Techno who had been working as an government officer for 3 years, Techno's job has less issue than him. Techno has good co-workers and his boss is so nice. Besides, Techno's personality is always friendly, which is polar opposite to him.
"When they said 'a happy hut is better than a gloomy castle,' I never got that until today."
"So you have made your decision?"
"Of course, yes. That Fuxk treats me like a shiit. He must be desperately looking forward for me to quit or something."
Type sighed again. He was absolutely down in that moment. Yet because of Techno who seemed very concerned about him, which he didn't want that, so he decided to stop that conversation. Techno is a kind of guy who always carries people's feeling back home with him. Type didn't want his best friend to worry.
"I'll be all right. What about you? Seems like something is bothering you."
That paused Techno a little. He gave Type a forcing smile and glanced at his boyfriend a little before quietly speaking to Type.
"I'm thinking about... err... talking to my mom about KengKla."
"Did he force you to do that?"
"..."
There! Techno was stunned. Type was right. A not-quite-smart ex-captain like Techno would never come up with an idea of coming out to his mother unless a handsome but tricky bastard boyfriend like KengKla told him to do so. The one who was sitting and eating his food quietly next to Techno. That evil smile always look like a fox, cunning and dictate.
"I just wanted to be fair for him. I want our relationship to be known. Everyone in my family knows that I'm dating P'Techno."
So full of Shiit!
Type rolled his eyes up. He was too tired to have an argument with them because he didn't want Techno to lose his face in front of that kid. Also, it looked like Techno had already had an argument with his boyfriend about this already. So, Type decided to help him.
Since I had involved since the beginning. Fine. I'll help you again.
"And you believe your mom doesn't know about this?"
"Hmm??"
There... Idiot.
Type sighed deeply and pointed the alcohol glass to KengKla.
"Do you really believe that he wouldn't act anything weird in front of your mother? How many night do you stay at his Condo? It was like you are moving in with him. And this fuxking kid always be jealous of you. Don't you think that your mom would possibly or suspiciously know about your relationship? I don't know, man. You might be the last one in the family to think that you were still in the closet. Do you wanna bet? I believe your mom would say something like... 'Of course, I know... You stupid son.'... "
Type letted go of his thought out loud and felt sorry for his best friend that couldn't quite follow his boyfriend's game. While KengKla made an innocent face and shook his head refusing Type's accusation.
Such a fuxking liar.
"That's so not true. I never once thought of that terrible plan to harm you. He's accusing me for what I don't and never will do to you."
Shiit. Why am I feeling that you have already talked to Ai Techno's mom about this?
Of course, Type was so giving up on this fight even though it hadn't started yet. He shook his head and looked at his best friend and the boyfriend. Techno tried to ask if KengKla had something to do with this plan. But KengKla played innocent, kept on lying, and tried to prove that he wasn't guilty or did anything Type said... And, finally, Techno believed KengKla.
"You should try to believe Kengkla for once. He had and learned his lesson. And he will never lie to me again. I'm sure."
"Whatever."
Thiwat replied and stopped focusing on Techno's issue, but came back to think about his issues. He didn't know where to start though between Tharn, Job, or going back home. That first option upset Type. So he drank, drank, and drank heavier.
I'm so tired with everything now. I cannot even put these into words.
"Tharn. I'm truly sorry, buddy. I didn't stop him from drinking."
"That's...um... Ok."
Yeah... Right... Your face is saying something else... Ai Tharn.
Techno didn't want to mess up with this upset boyfriend, who's unhappily looking at his drunk boyfriend. Techno wasn't aware that Type would be drinking this hard, so he talked to Kengkla. Before Techno knew about this Type had already been drunken. Techno wasn't sure whether he should tell his best friend's boyfriend about this, but he had to.
"Whatever issue you guys are having. I suggest you to talk about it nicely. You know that Type is a kind of hot-headed guy. If he said something that's upsetting you, you should ignore those sometimes."
The former college football team captain warned Tharn although he knew that Tharn wasn't that kind of guy. Otherwise, he wouldn't be able to be Type's boyfriend for years. Yet, Tharn sighed.
"I know that. Thanks for taking him home."
Tharn clearly didn't want to talk about it. So Techno nodded and decided he should leave.
"Of course. Just clear this out. Talk. You once told me this. Remember? Now it's your turn to do it too."
Techno planned to smile, but Tharn sighed even heavier and asked Techno for help.
"Not in this week. I have to take care of something and be out of town tomorrow. Can you please keep him a company while I'm away? If he calls you, please."
Techno looked at Tharn and nodded.
"Don't you worry. He's my best friend. You know?"
Techno confirmed and looked at Tharn carrying his drunk best friend back into the room. It's Techno's turn to sigh and murmur.
Hopefully, these shall pass without any more issue. (sigh)
Techno walked to the parking lot, because KengKla was parking and waiting for his return. He couldn't stop to think.
Why do I have to be in the middle every time when these two had a fight? From the college until now. (sigh) Is this going to continue until we are retiring? (sigh again)
Hang over should give enough headache to Type, but the message on a post-it right in front of their fridge was even worst.
Out for town. Will be back next week. Then we talk.
"(Sigh)"
Type sigh deeply and use his fingers to rub on his temples to release that hang over feeling. It wasn't help, yet even made it worse. He pulled out the post-it note to read closely, squashed, and tossed it into a garbage bin. It wasn't that Type was ignoring Tharn's message, but Type is not that kind of guy who keeps any note from his boyfriend as a souvenir. It was just a note.
"Perfect timing (sigh)"
Type opened the fridge to look for something refreshing, but there were only his boyfriend's favorite drinks. So he had no choice but open a bottle to drink. It's a little bit annoying for him because it's not him to make him felt better, but his fuxking drink.
"One week?"
Type sat down on a sofa and put his feet on the coffee table. Leaning and relaxing himself while thinking exhaustively. He put the bottle on his forehead to use the cool temperature of the drink to release the tension in his head.
This is so fuxked up. Being separated during a fight. x... x... x... Hate it.
He'd learned for years and this wasn't the first time Tharn went out of town after having a fight. Somebody might think it's just a week, but the misunderstanding may grow out of control. They should have cleared things up before leaving. And spending their time on the phone while they were missing each other. Asking how was the day or something like that. But having a fight like this, Type knew so well that no one would be the first person to call to another. The last time they fought they ignored each other for another week. Fortunately, Tharn was the first person to speak to Type. Otherwise, they could had had another break up already.
Once again, this current situation was so fuxked up. Worst idea ever to fight before Tharn went to work. Some one might suggested to give each other some time alone to think about it, but that technique never works for Type. He is a kind of guy that needs to clear thing as soon as they argue about something.
Type shook his head looking at the squashed note in the bin. If Tharn forgot about the fight, he would woke Type up to give hime a wave before he left and annoyingly asked him again and again to keep the phone on, so he would call Type exactly the time he repeatedly said before he leave. But when those didn't happen. It sucked and drove Type crazy even more.
"So it's my turn this time to say sorry, right?"
Type gave himself a solution out loud. It was his turn to call Tharn. And he had to keep things cool for the whole week. So when Tharn came back they wouldn't have another fight.
Rather forget about going back home. Have to wait until Ai Tharn is back.
Type sighed and finished the drink before getting himself ready to go to work. However, in order to go back home, he had to ask for the permission to leave from his boss first.
"Songkhran? You are kidding me, right? I cannot grant it. There is a long waiting list here. I cannot sign that leaving form and you have to work during the break."
It was exactly as Type expected. Not surprised him at all. Type nodded and turned around immediately. It wasn't because of the bias inside his mind, but it did make sense since most of staffs planned a trip earlier like months ago, but he just came up with this idea. So it's unlikely at all.
See you after Songkharn then, dad.
It's quite typical to take turn to have your vacations when you are working in a hospital. It's not like a normal office or private company. We need staffs to stand by 24-7. Fortunately, a physical therapy office has an appointment system, so we kind of knew our schedule before hand. Same as our vacation break.
"What's the matter with that moody face in the morning like this?"
"About the Songkharn break, P'Teng. Dad called and wants me to go back home during the break."
"Seriously? Asking for a vacation break now? How's that possible?"
A senior colleague shook her head. Of course, everyone knew it's hardly possible. Type sighed again.
"Forget it. I'll leave after Songkhran break then. The thing is that I want to go with my 'Fan'. But now we both do not have the same schedule."
Teng nodded. It's not the first time Type mentioned about his 'Fan' ('Fan' in Thai means boyfriend or girlfriend) People knew they stayed together but never know if that 'Fan' is a guy. A very handsome one.
"When was the last time you visit your parents?"
"Since working here."
"What? That's like what? A year already. Of course, your dad wants you to go back home."
"Yes, they called and complained."
Type was upset too. He couldn't bear to think about how much they missed their only son. It's so unfortunate. And he couldn't do anything about it.
"Do you want to swap the shift with me?"
(Turning his head to Teng really fast)
"Do you mean...?"
Type looked at Teng and couldn't believe what he had just heard. She nodded to confirm.
"At first, I planned to take a trip with my family, but my passport is expired and I forget to extend it. So, I have to stay home alone. So I think it's such a waste. I'm not into getting wet during Songkhran anyway. This vacation should be more meaningful and useful for you more than me. Take it."
(Standing up so quick)
"Are you sure?"
Type stood up and grabbed Teng's shoulders with both hands to confirm. Teng smiled and nodded again.
"Sure. I rather go around after Songkharn if I don't want to get wet from that water fighting."
(Hug)
"Oh my god. I love you, P'Teng. Thank you so much."
Type hugged his colleague tightly and screaming out loud happily. Teng was also shocked and laughed after Type did that to her.
"Hey. Even though, you are not my type, but you are still a good looking one. Please don't shake my heart like that."
Type laughed and about to kiss on Teng's both cheeks, but Teng stopped him from doing that and laughed. Type was so happy from this news. It's such a big relief for him to know he was going back home with Tharn. This could make Tharn happy.
Yet, Type was happy for only one hour.
"No. You cannot take any vacation."
But I'm exchanging my vacation shift with P'Teng. Here is her signature."
"But I'm saying that you are not allowed to leave."
"..."
Type squeezed his both fists tightly and looked straightly to his boss's eyes. They both stared at each other. Type wanted to beat him up so bad, while the other didn't even care about the fairness. He just wanted to get the respect from this young man.
"May I ask for a reason?"
"Because we do not have enough staffs."
Bullshiit!
Type wanted to swear that out loud. Because he knew it's not the real reason. His boss just enjoyed watching him to be under his control. Type knew so well that his boss never like his straightforwardness and guts. People around here respect him because of his seniority. Whatever he said, that's the final order.
"You really want me to quit, do you?"
"Watch your language, young man. I'm your boss."
(Grinding teeth madly)
Type was trying so hard not to beat this man to death. He had to close his eyes and took several deep breath. Keep repeating to himself that he needed a few more months then he'll quit from this office. Type decided to turn around and walk away real quick from his boss before swearing out loud in that office.
He left the hospital angrily. Of course, Type couldn't hold his mad feeling inside. His face showed it all out and nobody wanted to talk to him all day. Type even left the office without saying a single word to anyone. He called his best buddy as soon as possible. He really needed someone to talk to.
"Ai Techno. Where the fuxk are you now?"
[At my mom's. I told you last night. What's going on?]
Type tried to tone his voice down because he knew he was scaring his best friend with that angry voice. He knew right away that Techno couldn't meet him. Techno had already had that Damn kid to deal with. Type didn't want to bother asking Techno to come over to see him.
"Don't worry. I just wanted to have a drink with you."
[That doesn't sound right. What's wrong? Where are you now? I can go to see you, you know?]
Techno started to seriously worry about his best friend. He sounded like he wanted to leave his mother's house, but Type heard someone clearing his throat and it sounded like KengKla.
"No. Just be with your mother. And I'm sure she won't be mad at you. No need to be nervous.
[You really think so?]
"Yes. And by the way, I'm sure that when you are stressful. KengKla will comfort you. And he'll feed you with sex."
[H...How... How do you know!?!?!]
Type smirked after Techno screamed out loud through the phone call. That confirmed to Type they had sex last night. Type really wanted to change his mind and go to see that kid's face. Type wanted to listen to another lie he fed to his best friend. But...then... he had already had a full plate for himself.
"When you have had enough of that kid, then you'll see the light of truth."
Type hung up. He wasn't in a mood of explaining anything to Techno and put his phone into his pant pocket. And silent for a minute to think. A moment like this, there was an only one place he was willing to go. Type wasn't sure if he would be able to control the amount of drink he was about to have. Of course, he didn't want to be crazily drunk and got thrown out of the place by the owner, yet going back to the room alone was the last option Type would do. And he wouldn't stop being mad at Tharn from leaving him without saying anything. So... There he was... P'Jeed's bar.
"P'Type"
What now?
Before Type called for a taxi, there was someone stopping him. It's a voice of someone he wasn't familiar with. When Type turned around, he saw one of his patient standing and smiling at him.
"Fiat"
"You are making my day, P'Type. You remember my name."
Of course I remember you. You are P'Teng's favorite customer.
"You are my patient. Of course, I remember you."
The handsome southern guy replied politely. Because Fiat didn't know he's not in the mood, so it's completely not his fault.
"What are you doing here? We do not have an appointment today, I believe."
"I came to see a doctor. I want to make sure I'm all right. Because it hurt in this morning but then the doctor said everything seems ok. So I believe I moved too much."
A bright handsome young man smiled at him.
"Ok. That's good. Take a good care and I'll see you later."
"Hold on, P'Type!"
Fiat made a sad face.
"Why haven't you replied my LINE message?"
"I'm sorry. Quite busy lately."
To be honest, Type wasn't care about his message at all. No matter who sent it. These kind of messages came up as always, but Type wouldn't even bother care. He had enough problems for himself to solve and not in the mood to chat with anyone. The more stickers these people sent, the quicker Type wanted to block them.
"I want to discuss with you about my knee's problem. I wasn't sure if it hurts again because of my wrong movement. I was waiting for the whole day and thought you would reply me. So..."
"Excuse me?"
"Yes?"
Before this handsome young man would finish his sentence, Type decided to interrupt and stopped the sentence. Type's tone of voice was totally blunt. Fiat had no idea that Type was about to release his madness back at him.
"Who do you think I am? Your doctor? I'm not hired to reply your message 24-7. Do you know anything about being considered? Don't your family teach you how to keep your manner with people? I'm truly sorry to say that I'm not available to reply anyone message. I have plenty of my own problem. I'm already being tired of them."
Thiwat couldn't stop it. Everything came out as he felt. Louder and louder. He released everything and now he felt sorry. Fiat didn't cry. He only looked down to the floor.
"Sorry. Really sorry. I didn't mean to do that to you."
Now, it's Thiwat's turn to feel sorry. Because at that moment, everyone was looking at him and judged based on what they were seeing. An adult was yelling at a young man, who's standing like he's completely sad. Type tried to look around and saw some security guards moving a little. If he had another problem, then his boss wouldn't stop at yelling. He would do something even worse.
"(Sigh) I'm sorry. That came out wrong. I didn't mean it."
"No. You are absolutely right. I didn't be considered. I should be blamed. Sorry, P'Type."
Fiat wai-ed to Type. Of course, Type felt sorry for what he did and started to bring out a 'kind' version of Type out. Fiat reminded him of his younger member of his college football team members like Can or Aeh.
"That's enough. I'm already apologised to you. I'm leaving now. See you."
Type told Fiat and about to leave. Again he was called by Fiat.
"What now?"
"Do you need a ride?"
"N..."
"Please, I really want to apologise to you. Please let me give you a drive today."
Type shook his head again, but this kid quickly offered Type again.
"Please... Please... The traffic is so bad today. It should take you a while to get a cab at this moment. Please let me give you a drive. I want to do this. Please."
This sounded familiar. This technic reminded him of KengKla.
If I'm not going with you, you wouldn't stop bothering me, right?
Type wasn't sure anymore about what happened earlier. But this kid acted like his fault was extremely unforgivable and he really needed to repay him back of something. Type looked to the street and he was right about being difficult to get a cab. And it would take hours to get to P'Jeed's bar. Type nodded.
"Ok. Thanks."
Once again that Type wasn't sure if that's the right decision, because Fiat smiled widely and his eyes were sparkling. They looked like Tharn's eyes when he was very happy.
I am missing you very much, Tharn.
Type took his phone out to check and hoped to see some name or missed call popped up on the notification, but no. There is no one call. No message. Nothing. Tharn must be very mad at him. No... Just a little mad. And while Type was thinking of his boyfriend, he didn't realise that someone was smiling happily at him.
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