Enjoy chapter 4...

The song's Carry you Home by James Blunt. Read the lyrics while listening to the beautiful song :)

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Arthit sat on the chair that was placed beside his husband's sickbed, the latter still didn't wake up till yet. Hope should be lost at last but the shorter man already gave up on hope because he finally realized that his husband would never open his eyes again. He sat there, surrounded by gloomy atmosphere, his head leaned against his man's chest, his eyes closed and his hands still holding at his husband's hand that was slowly feeling cold as if his body temperature would never raise again. The shorter man opened his eyes, they were fixed at the motionless man laying on the bed. His eyes were red as fire since he didn't sleep the whole night. How should he sleep if he lost his love? Beside he would like to keep him alive for a longer time but he couldn't resist seeing him laying here in a coma. His husband would never want to be left in such a condition either. For his husband it would be better to give his heart to save someone else instead of laying here with every hope gone for him to wake up again.

The door to the patient room opened, revealing Nawin, his brother-in-law in front of the entrance. He entered the room, waiting behind Arthit, looking at him with sadness reflecting in his eyes. It pained him to see his brother's husband sad and lifeless too. Arthit, the always joyful young man who loved every lame joke of his older brother, seemed lifeless now. With his older brother gone, there went Arthit's soul, smile and laugh too. For him Arthit wasn't just his brother-in-law but his older brother too because his parents took the shorter man in the family from the orpahanage as he was two years old. One could say that the brothers were protective of each other, always looking out for the other but now that Arthit needed someone strong beside him to calm him down, he couldn't help him like he would want to. For the firt time Nawin felt helpess too. Why does he have to suffer? P', you said you won't never make P'Arthit suffer. Please wake up so P'Arthit can regain his smile again. But no matter how much he called for his older brother to wake up, the latter still didn't move. So you want to leave him here? In this sad state while you're gone?

Nawin was angry at his older brother for not waking up, turning away to avoid looking at the shorter man's sad face. Arthit, swallowed in his mourning, didn't notice N'Nawin till now as the latter by turned away. He wipped off the tears that was about to roll down from his eyes.

„You're here? I'm sorry I didn't notice you sooner", now that he was councious again, he looked around and noticed that his parents-in-law were gone too. „Where are Mae and Por?"

Nawin turned to face him, he scratched nervously at his head. „They're... I don't want to lie to you P'... They went to meet the family of the man who caused the accident", the younger man decided to not lie to him like his parents wanted him to. According to him, Arthit was suffering enough because of the man who caused his brother to die. He had every right to find out that they were about to negotiate with the other side's family.

„Why're are they meeting him without me?"

„The other side wants to negotiate with him to avoid any lawsuit and trial."

Arthit boiled in anger, he clenched his hands to fists. He wasn't angry at his parents for hiding such important agreement from him but his rage was directed at the perpetrator's family. How could they try to hush us even though their son killed my husband? I would never let such negotiation happen while I'm alive. Their son needs to pay for his crime. I don't mind that he rot in the jail either.

Arthit knew his parents-in-law well, they were too soft and could negotiate without knowing that they were making a big mistake. Beside they would fear to lose against them in the court so they would want to make it quiet as possible. He had to be there to support them.

„Where are they?"

„You're not thinking to go there, right?"

„I..."

„I don't want you to suffer more than you do now... You didn't eat anything in the last days and didn't sleep either. What if the family hurt you by saying some evil words to you? What if you collapse again?"

Arthit tried to calm him down by smiling at him but he failed to crack a smile. He finally realized that his smile and laugh were gone with his husband's condition. His husband was the only one who could make him happy but now that he wouldn't be here for him anymore, he lost his joy too. Would he ever be accustomated to his lonely life now? Would he ever accept his death someday?

„Don't worry about me. I won't let them hurt me", he promised him whereas Nawin gave him the whereabout of his parents.

Without thinking much about the consequences, the shorter man stormed out of the room, leaving the intensive care unit behind. His body hurted while moving too much and recklessly but he didn't think of having a break to catch his breath. As he took the elevator to the last floor, he arrived at the director's office. Here they were also. Unbelievable. The director even rent them the office where the physicians had their meeting to negociate amicably. Surely they must be from a wealthy family.

He remained outside, catching his breath then taking a long breath before entering the room, adverting everyone's attention on him as soon as he stepped in. To his surprise they were only 3 people in the room, his parents on one side and another man in his end fourty opposite to them. The man wore a dark suit, his suitcase and a folder were placed on the table.

„Arthit...", his mother stood up, was surprised since she didn't expect him to be here.

Arthit mustered the man in dark suit from head to toes, came to the conclusion that it wasn't a family member of the man he expected to meet. It must be a lawyer. But where was the man or his family? His eyes wandered around the big office to see if they were hiding somewhere. But they weren't anywhere to be found. He couldn't believe that none of the family came to talk or apologize to them.

„Where are they?", he asked with a calm voice. He had to force himself to not snap out from anger. According to himself, he didn't need to scream or destroy anything because it wouldn't bring back his husband even if he let out his emotions on the lawyer.

„They...", the lawyer began but stopped in the track. He stood up to be more repectable to the victim who lost his lover too. He cleared his throat before speaking again, „They want me to apologize that they couldn't be here today because of important matter they have to take care of. I came here on their behalf to negotiate with you."

„They have important matter to take care of?", he was perplexed that they didn't think of his case as important enough. It seemed that they didn't seem to care for them so they sent their lawyer here to represent him.

The shorter man approached them. With every step he took forwards to them, his mother's heart beated faster. She was worried about her second son. She feared that he would lose his calmness and worsen his weak condition. Arthit almost lost his balance when his head ached from too much stress. As she went to support him, Arthit gently yanked his hand out her grip. He faced the older man in front of him, glaring at him with tears filled eyes.

„They could have at least show themselves to apologize to us first."

„Listen Mr. Rojnapat. The victim...", the lawyer began talking.

„The victim?", Arthit interruped him. He raised his voice, „You're calling the man who killed my husband a victim? Then what about us? Aren't we victims too?"

„You're misunderstanding me. I'm just telling you that the young man is badly injured too so his parents had to be there for him instead of being here. They sent me here to negotiate with you and your family in their place."

„Don't make me laugh. It's common sense that you would beg for forgiveness if you did something bad to your fellow human."

The lawyer heaved a sight, he seemed irritated from Arthit's behaviour. According to himself, he came here to take care of their need instead of fighting with Arthit. „The family is ready to pay for the hospital bills and every needs you have in your mind". He turned the black folder to them. It contained details about their agreement he was supposed to sign. „It's better to sign and end everything instead of going to trial and drag it on."

The younger man took the folder to his side, reading the information written on it. As he expected of them, they were generous people. Not generous in a friendly way but in a cruel way. They offered them 2 Mio Euro for his injury and his husband's death. So much worth were both of their life. I never knew we would be worth this much money. But there were many conditions for the money: They would never reveal about the accident in the future nor hold grudge against them or else they would be sued if they breack the agreement. They want to hush us by persuading us with so much money. Do I look like a gold digger to them?

Actually Arthit didn't come here with ill intention. At first he wanted to see the person who caused his husband to be in this bad state, not alive nor dead either. He wanted to see him in the eyes and tell him how much pain he brought onto him by causing the accident. Surely he would accept his apology if the man begged for mercy and his family showed concern and rumors towards them. He would have let him go if he promised to be careful the next time he was driving. But now he changed his opinion towards them after seeing that they left them alone in their pain to take care of their own business, offering money to make them shut up.

It hurted Arthit to know that they were being treated like trash from rich people. He hated it that they promised them money instead of a simple apology. It sounded like an insult to him. For him it felt like they were mocking them for being poor people who needed money anyway. Of course he never saw such huge amount of money in his life. Of course his family was poor and they needed money but he had his pride too he wanted to protect. With the insult threw at them, he promised to never forgive the man who destroyed his life. The man who made him widow overnight. The man who took his happiness away.

He closed the folder, „I won't sign it. Tell your wealthy family that I won't agree to anything. They don't need to pay for our hospital bills either because I'll take care of it by myself. We'll see each other soon in the trial", Arthit said with a serious voice, he was so fierce that his own mother didn't recognize her sweet son in him again.

„Arthit, please stop it", she begged him, was worried about the aftermath of his rebellion.

The father interuppted too, „We can't afford something like that, son..."

He looked at them, determination burning in his eyes, he hold the tears back, „Mae, Por... If you insist of taking the money then do it. I don't need the money but know one thing before you take the dirty money. I'll break tie with you and you'll never see me again if you sign the argreement."

I know that I'm threatening my own parents-in-law who raised me with love but I can't accept the fact that they want to close everything quietly by taking the money. Arthit hated himself for being ungrateful towards his parents but he couldn't shake off the feelings that they were selling his husband's life if they accept the dirty money. Money wasn't important to him as keeping his pride. For him money wasn't worth as a simple apology. Only a simple apology like „I recognize my fault and will change in the future" was enough to make him forgive them. But they refused to give him the simple apolofgy he wanted from them.

Because they didn't want to lose another precious son, the parents couldn't oppose to Arthit either. They let him handle the situation like he wanted to satisfy him.

„You'll regret it later if you take the matter to court. It's not like you are innocent in the accident either", the lawyer suddenly threw in the silence.

„What do you mean?"

„We found out that your husband drove too fast as allowed in the rain too just like my client. Since both of them were at fault, the judge wouldn't punish anyone at the end."

Arthit's eyes widened in shock. Chill ran down his spine, his hands shook at first. „It's a lie... I was there and my husband abided to the allowed driving speed."

„How do you intend to make them believe you?"

Of course Arthit was saying the truth. He was there and witnessed the accident with his own eyes. Beside his husband would never drive faster because he knew Arthit hated it if a driver drove too fast. Silence returned in the office. Arthit came to finally notice that the older man was threatening him, telling him he should give up and sign the agreement or else he would embarass himself in the court. Since today the shorter man came to learn that wealthy people were insane. They were capable of fabricating evidence to make it look like they were at fault. He was the only one who knew the truth but they would use every excuse against him to make him lose the trial.

The younger man wanted to speak but couldn't speak nor move from shock. He gathered his strength to deny the lie, a smile appeared on his lips. It wasn't a happy smile but a smile filled with disappointment, sorrows and sadness. The lawyer looked at his watch, realizing that it was late and he needed to be on his way to his next client. He took the folder, stuffing it in his suitcase, telling them that he would come back later to make them sigh the agreement. Before he left the room, he waited at the entrance, telling them that they should think about it and make the right decision instead of suing them and regret it later. The door slammed behind as the lawyer left.

Arthit couldn't take such unfairness anymore. It didn't last long till he broke down from weakness, falling down onto his shaking kness. Tears kept streaming out of his eyes. His heart screamed in pain, squeezing and making it hard for him to breath. He felt a lump stuck in his throat, he hit on his heart, crying and trying to ease the pain. Maybe he was trying to injure himself to not feel the big pain in his broken heart anymore. Why can't everyone see that I'm suffering? Why do I feel like I'm left alone now with you gone to a faraway land?

His parents ran to him, each of them sitting beside him and hugging him to calm him down. His mother took his hand into her hands, preventing him from making his injury worse by hitting himself. It pained her to see her son tormented because of her older son's death. She didn't want to settle an agreement either but she feared the aftermath of Arthit's grave injury. Where would they find money to help him if his injuries turned worse or he had to take more treatment in the future? She thought it wouldn't be cruel if they took the compensate money to help Arthit later. Would I be a bad mother for trying to save my other son I care so much about?

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Arthit laid next to his husband on the bed, cuddling in to him like he always did in their own bed. This time something was different about the way they always slept in their own bedroom. His man wasn't placing many kisses all over his face, telling him he was too cute or hugging him to give him warmth. His husband wasn't moving, something he would never do again. In a few minutes he would never see him again. Because today was the day they would take his heart to give it to another patient who needed a heart transplantation as soon as possible.

If it were for Arthit, he would let his man in coma for a while so he would see him everyday but after thinking for awhile about it, he decided to end his lover's life to save another person. It wasn't even a life his lover was leading. It was just a machine that was keeping him in the vegetative state forever. It wouldn't be different than him being dead. His husband would never want him to see him everyday in such a sad state so he decided to follow his wish and give up his heart.

The sun shone through the window, its light fell on Arthit's and the man's face as if teasing them to wake up because morning was already here. They should wake up and part from each other, telling their goodbye. The door to the room opened, two nurses and two physicians showed themselves in front of him. Behind them were his parents and his younger brother Nawin. They were sobbing as they saw how close Arthit clung to his husband. Even the nurses couldn't contain themselves anymore, they hold back their tears to not break down in front of the patient and his relatives. The physicians managed to contain their composure.

Arthit ignored them as if they weren't there. He refused to take his attention from his husband, his red eyes that cried the whole night welled up with tears again. His mother went to him, touching him on the shoulder, telling him that it was time to part ways. Arthit wanted to change his opinion, teling them that he would like to keep him for a few more days but he didn't protest as he recognized the red eyes of his mother. He finally realized that he wasn't the only one suffering. His family were in pain too but they just hide it from him to help him so he wouldn't break down.

Without protesting, he calmy stood up, bending down to his husband, caressing on his cold cheek, holding his hand into his other palm while looking at him for a long time. He then gave him a passionate long kiss on the forehead. A kiss filled with love, affection and sadness. It was their goodbye kiss. „I love you", he said before he stepped back, giving the physicians pace to take the squabbles off from him.

After the nurses took off the quabbled and turned off the machines hanging around him, they rolled his bed to the direction of the exit. Arthit and his family followed them to the door, waiting there. There he went. They would bring him back to him in a few hours later but not alive or in a vegetative state but only as dead. His body empty because they would take his organs that were needed to save the other patients.

His mother broke down in tears now that she saw her son being taken from her. Only now did she realize that he was gone with the wind. She would never see him again, yell at him for breaking a promise with Arthit or nagging at him for being a petty man who saved money to buy a gift for Arthit instead of buying her a juwelry she could brag about. Sometimes she would jokingly ask him if she really his mother since he took care of Arthit instead of her.

His father couldn't hold back his tears anymore. His memory about his eldest son flashed back in his mind. He remembered the day his son was born, the day he raised him and played basketball with as he was a teenager. Someday the baby he hold into his arms grew up into a fine young man who fell in love with their adoptive son Arthit. The same baby protested that he loved Arthit and they should give them their blessings for a wedding. The same boy he loved so much was gone now. He hugged his wife, patting on her back to support her, giving her the feeling that he was there for him.

His younger brother reminisced the days he played with his eldest brother but began to feel jealous as he found out that he was in a relationship with P'Arthit. He hated him so much because he too developed feelings for Arthit, thinking he stole P'Arthit from him. But after he distinguished his feelings, realizing that he didn't love Arthit but only had brotherly feelings for him, he made peace with his eldest brother. The brother he would fight with for the shorter man's attention was gone, leaving him the duty to take care of their family now. A scream almost escaped his mouth but he managed to hold it back in the last moment.

Arthit watched his husband for the last time till they disappeared from his sight by bending in the corner. He turned back to walk back in the room but couldn't take any more than the few steps he took. A strong headache tortured him, he touched on his forehead to. All the sudden a noise echoed in the air. It souded like something heavy falling onto the cold ground. When the Rojnapat turned back, they found Arthit laying on the ground, gasping for air.

„Arthit?", the woman screamed, calling him many times, her tears falling onto the young man laying on the ground.

His father and younger brother called for him too but the latter couldn't reply to them. He felt too weak to even lift up his finger. His physician Chaiyasan and two male nurses ran to his rescue, shouting name to wake up. The doctor took out the pen lighter, lightning it in his eyes to see if the were responding to the light.

Don't worry mae... I won't die. I won't die and leave you like he did. The doctor will say that I just lost consciouness due to fatigue, dehydration and lack of energy since I didn't eat nor sleep well in the last few days. After sleeping for a few hours under infusions and some pain killers, I'll wake up again.

Arthit slowly closed his eyes, wishing to follow his love but couldn't since he didn't have the heart to leave his family behind. Beside his husband would hate him and himself if they met somewhere again, knowing that Arthit gave up on life because he couldn't live without him.

While they were preparing Arthit's husband for the surgery, another young man was laying on the bed in the operation room, his eyes closed due to the general anaesthetic. The young man waited for his heart transplantation his parents eagerly wanted him to have. He would have another man's heart his mother shamelessly took to give to him. The director of the hospital was among the 3 physicians that would do the sugeries soon. A few minutes after the older man was brought in the operation room after they prepared him with the anaesthetic. Now the two men who were fated to meet each other, were laying side by side on the bed.

Before they began with the complicated surgeries, they kept a minute of silence for the older man who's life would end soon to save the rich young man. This day one of them would die, leaving his family behind while the other man would wake up soon, enjoying life to its fullest.

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A few days later

While they had to wait for the crematory to give them his husband's ashes back, Arthit left the crematory to take a breath outside. Since he felt too suffocated with the many acquaintances around them, he decided to wait outide. There was an empty park close to the crematory. He went there, choose to sit on the ground under a tree instead of sitting on the bank, bending up his legs. Tears filled his eyes, he leaned his head on his lap, sobbing by himself. Only now could he vent his emotions he hold back during the funeral. Somehow he couldn't cry earlier no matter how much he wanted to.

„Are you mourning?", a voice spoke all the sudden.

Arthit ceased with the crying, wipping off his tears from his face, his eyes wandering around, searching for the source of the deep voice.

„I'm closer to you as you think", there was the voice agin.

Only now did he notice that he wasn't alone under the tree. There was another man sitting under the same tree. Somehow the shorter man was too tired to stand up and go look at the man behind him.

„Someone important to you died, right?"

„Yeah... My husband", Arthit answered, didn't think much about the identity of the stranger behind him. For him, it wasn't important to know more about the man since he was too busy grieving for the lost of his precious husband. Today was the last time he saw his husband's face so he didn't want to look at another man that could cloud his memory about his husband. If he didn't want to never forget him, he shouldn't see another man's face yet.

All the sudden a hand was stretched out from aside to him, holding a chocolate bar in his palm. It seemed like he was offering him the chocolate to eat.

„Many say it can relieve you from stress", the stranger talked to him. Somehow he had a deep voice that calmed Arthit down in the moment filled with sadness, anger at himself, sorrows and fear.

Arthit wasn't interested in something like chocolate nor eating today. He wasn't in stress but in pain. It was great pain that no painkiller would relieve anyway. His broken heart would never be healed because his husband would never come back. Although he ignored the sweet given by the man, the stranger refused to back away either. When his arm began to feel heavy because it was held too long in the air, he retired his arm back. Rustling could be heard closer to the man. As Arthit thought he could mourn in silence now, the arm was back again. This time not far away from his nose. Arthit was taken aback, almost jumped away from surprise when the hand was stretched out to him all the sudden. Confusion was written all over his face, he couldn't believe the man's stubborness.

„It's Kinder Schokoriegel. A chocolade bar for children", the unknown person tried his best to persuade him to eat the sweet chocolate.

Arthit's eyes went over the chocolate. Kinder Schokoriegel was written on the chokolate. It was one of his favourite as his husband brought it as gift for him from overseas some years ago. It was so sweet that he craved for it but couldn't find it anywhere since it came from another country. It aroused his interest, his hands were trembling to take the sweet. One could notice how tempted he was to see the Kinder schokoriegel offered to him. Feeling embarassed that he craved for a children's chocolate bar in this kind of time, he cleared his throat before taking the chocolate then taking off the cover from it. After he stared at it for a while, his stomach rumbled from hunger, embarassing him more than he just did by taking a children's sweet. His face reddned from his cheeks to his ears. He couldn't believe that a mere sweet giving by a stranger made him waver and embarass him that he wished to dig a hole to hide himself deep in the earth. It was so much like him that it would be too bad it he didn't laugh about it. His lips curved up, a little smile appeared, making his face look more brighter, more like a living human being instead of a pale walking dead. It was the first time that he smiled without grieving or feeling guilty for killing his husband to save another person.

He took a bit from it, it was smooth that it melted in his mouth as soon as he chew on it, the sweet flavour spread in his mouth. It was so sweet that he smiled again, this time his dimple showing for the first time in a few weeks. It was the first meal he ate for this day. When he finished eating it, he realized that he was hungry and couldn't neglect his health anymore by refusing to eat. However the stranger giggled behind, couldn't believe that a grown up man was tempted by a simple Kinder Schokoriegel. He giggled, the laughter was so faint that Arthit failed to hear his sweet laugh. It was the first time the stranger laughed without looking down at someone. Today he laughed in happiness.

Like the stranger said, the chocolate released him from the negative emotions for a minute. Somehow Arthit was grateful towards the man for giving him a minute where he could be himself again, forget his husband for awhile and smile too. How could it be that an unknown man managed to bring back his smile, something his family failed to achieve, with such a simple gesture? He felt like he should express his gratitude to the stranger but a female voice calling for him, broke the conversation, taking his attention away from the man to the woman. It was his mother, holding the casket full with his husband's ashes in her hands. His arms slumped down when he saw the casket in her hands. His sadness and guilty feelings returned, overwhelming him and making it hard for him to breath. As he was about to stand up, there was the hand of the stranger stretched out to him again. This time there was a whole package that contained 8 remaining Kinder schokoriegel in his palm.

He smiled again as he spotted the pictue of the smiling kid on the package. „Thanks at lot... You helped me today a lot", he expressed his gratitude without knowing the meaning behind the Kinder Schokorigel. He then approached his family, leaving the stranger behind him.

Although he didn't see the young man's face who was mourning for his husband, the heart of the young man sitting under the tree beated fast for a moment. He placed a hand on his chest, a smile cracked in his face. Why he was smiling although nothing much happened between them? It's the first time someone thanked me for helping him instead of cursing me for being an arrogant man or a spoiled rich bastard. It's the first time a man brought him to laugh without having any ill feeling hiding behind it.

As Arthit and his family were out of his sight, another man's voice resounded in the park, screaming for a man's name. There he was! He finally spotted the man he was looking for sitting on the ground under a tree.

„Why did you run away again?", the other man asked him, hitting his fists on his hips, showing his best friend that he had enough of him running away all the time.

„Oh Ai'Aim, I didn't run away. I'm here to take a breath because I'm feeling too suffocated from the hospital's air", the stranger stood up, revealing himself to his best friend. He was a young man in his early 20, still handsome even though he had a big accident a few weeks ago. Even though he had a big surgery a few days ago, he was still careless as if he wasn't on the verge on dyiing some weeks ago. The young man wipped off the dirt from his hospital's clothes, taking the way to the hospital that was nearby.

„Kongpob?", Aim called him, couldn't understand why he to wanted to return to the hospital without protesting like he always did.

Kongpob took a look behind to see if the young man he talked to was still somewhere in the proximity but he wasn't nowhere to be found. Arthit was already gone. From this day on they went seperated ways but the would meet each other in the future again. This time they would fall in love with each other, not knowing that Kongpob was living with Arthit's husband he killed by causing the accident.

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1 ½ years later

Arthit, still working in the „Children's smile" orphanage, was called by the Diector of the orphanage to gather in the dinner room of the orpahanage. Arthit, his five colleagues and the elder man in his end sixty who was also director waited in the dinner room for the new worker who was supposed to be here ten minutes ago. According to the elder man, the young man came from a rich household. He was condemned to work here to repent for his wrongdoings but he didn't show himself in the first place. Arthit crossed his arms over his chest, gritting his teeth at whoever that should come through this entrance to present himself for being the new worker. Instead of being here punctual, the new man was brave enough to let them to wait for him as if he was some kind of royality. The shorter man promised himself to show him some manner after he arrive here.

A black car was parked in front of the orphanage. A young man sat on the beack seat with an elder woman sitting next to him. She looked at the old house her son was supposed to work through the black window. Apparantly she wasn't content about her precious son working in such a filthy, poor looking house but she didn't have any choice as letting him accept the agreement with the judge or else the would face bigger problem like the citizens demanding for thougher punishment for her son. The judge could be charged as being soft towards rich people but harder towards the poor people too.

„I don't want to go in such digusting place", the young man protested, crossing his arms around his stomach, refusing to leave the car.

„You'll just have to work here for a few weeks", the older woman told him, trying her best to convince him to stay here instead of running away like he would always did whenever he was condemned to work but prefered to play with woman instead.

„Why do they have to let me suffer in such a place?"

„Do you prefer to work in a retirement home and taking care of elder people or work in an orphanage to look after children?", she gave him the ultimatum to choose for himself.

The young man thought hard about it, he didn't like both options. Elderly people would be too much for him and the children would irritate him with their digusting smile or disturb him to play with them. He hated the choice the judge gave him after they arrested him for driving too fast. It was the fourth time they arrested him for breaking the law but every time they would let him go because of his good connection. Because he almost caused an accident this time, the almost victim demanded the court to punish him according to the law. Since the judge himself was an old anquaintance of the young man's family, he decided to give him the lowest punishment, hours of community service. Before he issued the verdict, he consulted with his mother if she was alright with his decision, letting her choose between working in the orphanage or for 2 months.

The young man inhaled a beep breath, exhaling it before leaving the car without bidding farewell with his mother. He trampled angrily in the orphanage, sulking while entering the house. A young woman brought him in the dinner room where he was supposed to be fifteen minutes ago. As soon as he stepped in the room, he realized the heavy tension laying in the atmosphere. The tension came from the youngest member of the workers. He was a young shorter man in his own age, staring at him with anger burning in his eyes, mustering him from head to toes. Tsk! What's his problem? Why's he looking at me as if I'm a bad criminal who mudered someone?

Instead of welcoming him, the workers waited for him to introduce himself first, eying him to see if he was a bad criminal they shouldn't lower the guard around.

„Hello, my name's Kongpob Suthiluck", he introduced himself to satisfy their curiosity. Arthit was about to reprimant him, asking him if he didn't have a watch to look at the time but the director interupted him when he noticed the shorter man's nasty temper was about to raise again. This time he didn't want Arthit to snap out and scare the new worker.

„Welcome to our orhpahange, Kongpob", the director welcomed him with a big smile.

Who are you to call me by my first name, old man? Kongpob didn't like the surroundings at all, it looked too digusting for him. Since he came from a rich household, he never set foot in such filthy place before. The air even smelled like children's vomit for him. He nearly puked when thinking that a child could have urinate in the ground he was just standing. His strange behaviour irritated the shorter man so much that he clenched his hands into fists. His mouth itched to reprimand him but the director clearly warned him not to take his temper out on Kongpob because he was the son of one of the generous sponsor for the orphanage. Yeah, you heard him right. Kongpob's mother donated money for the children so the director didn't want to anger their generous sponsor by making her son suffer while being in their care.

Arthit ruffled his hairs messy in frustration, he had to grit his teeth to not lose his temper at him. When everyone introduced themselves to Kongpob too, the eldest man went to him panting him on the shoulder, giving him one of his warmest smile.

„From today on you'll be in P'Arthit Rojnapat's care..."

Arthit's eyes widened in shock when he heard he would be the one to take care of Kongpob from today on. No way! Why me? He went to the director, gazing at him with confusion written all over his face. Even though he nudged the eldest man to change his decision, the director ignored him, playing the deaf man.

„He's the one closer to your age so feel free to ask him anything you want to know about", the director said before turning back to face Arthit. „You're his senior so teach your junior with much care and patience", he warned him through gritting teeth, a wide smile played around his lips. It wasn't a smile filled with happiness but a smile filled with warnings.

The director and the five other workers left them alone in the dinner room. A little girl, maybe 4 years old, approached Kongpob. She looked at him with amazement, she pinched on his leg whereupon the taller man jumped back in pain, hissing at the girl for being unedicated. The little girl approached him again, asking him if he could play with her, showing him her most favourite doll.

Kongpob felt irriated by her for being persistent, „Don't bother me. I'm not interested in your cheap toy. Go away", he hissed at her.

She didn't reply to him but tears filled her eyes. All the sudden she cried loud.

Now he did it! Arthit took the first step to him, taking the girl in his arms to calm her down. As she hugged him back, he turned back to Kongpob, showing him his furios expression. „Hey, who do you think you're to tell a kid to clear off?", he yelled at him. „Why do I have trouble that you'll cause trouble for me later?"

„You seem not to like me. How can you dislike me after meeting me for the first time?", Kongpob raised back his voice, apparantly he disliked the shorter man too for screaming at him without any reason.

„I don't need to have more information about you before knowing that you're just an arrogant spoiled brat", Arthit clashed back.

Really Arthit hated this kind of person. The rich person who would act spoiled without considering their fellow human being's feelings. They would hurt everyone for their own sake. He was even scared of such people since they would do anything to fulfill their own wishes. But not only Arthit hated Kongpob. The taller man loathed Arthit for judging him even though they just met for the first time. According to him, he would regret it choosing to work in the orphanage instead of the senior's home. Heavy tension surrounded them, one could see dark clouds emerging above them, thunder crackling above them. A storm was about to raise between the two young men.

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Now Arthit's husband died but he met Kongpob again twice. First he made him smile, something his family failed at no matter how hard they tried to make him laugh. The real story will begin from their second meeting. They hate each other but it would turn into love later :D :D

The Kinder Schokoriegel is a german words, it's a chocolate children love so much. I wanted to give it children for halloween but ate it myself :D

Here is the meaning behind Kinder Schokoriegel (It meant Chokolate kiss milk-Kongpob kiss Arthit :)