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His mother received Warut who asked her not to tell her son about his arrival and asked him to book a room for him in the resort on the second floor. She nodded and let him go up to Virutt's room quietly while ordering the workers to carry Warut's bag of clothes to his room in the resort.
Warut entered with soft steps and stood in front of the bed looking at Virutt sleeping hugging the pillow which was the same pillow that Warut used to sleep in when he shared the bed with him. He smiled and slowly lowered himself to kiss his temple then left fearing that he would wake him up.
In the morning Virutt woke up very early and left the house. He did not know if his mother was awake or not but he wanted to go for a swim. He had a bad dream.. very bad.. he walked barefoot towards the sea as he used to walk barefoot in his home.
Warut was awake and explained to Virutt's mother why he agreed to Virutt leave but they were silent as they watched Virutt walk barefoot towards the sea. He was going deeper into the water and diving deeper. Warut was nervous and he wouldn't lie if he said he would die of fear for Virutt.
His breath came out in one go as he saw Virutt coming out of the water and swimming away from the water towards the shore. Warut looked at Virutt's mother who was smiling so he looked away from her and she laughed as she left saying
(You are both exposed, son.. you are both exposed)
Warut kept watching Virutt after he returned from the sea and sat on the rock, pulling his legs to his chest and hugging them. His shirt was transparent and when it got wet it clattered to his body revealing his skin and he pushed his wet hair back with his hand and stared at the sky.
Warut sighed in annoyance and entered. Throughout Virutt's stay in his country, Warut kept watching him from his room and usually went down to look for him and watched him from afar. Day after day until a week passed.
Pravat was also not well since they arrived, the doctors started examining them and injecting Ated with chemotherapy first before the transplant, Ated did not say anything and did not tell him but Pravat knew, the traitor was the family doctor, in the last surgery the doctor fixed Ated with contaminated blood which changed the course of his life.
In the middle of the night after Ated vomited and Pravat put him back in his place, Ated said that he felt cold and Pravat knew from him that his vision was blurry and he could not see well. Pravat covered him and he remained sitting holding his hand, there were three days left for the stem cell transplant.
Pravat feels that he will die if anything happens to Ated and Ated's silence worries him more as he does not speak unless he has to and is absent-minded on the ceiling or sleeping all the time. In the morning, Pravat woke up and saw him sitting and playing with his hair and a smile on his face, he does not know why he was worried about the younger and that this smile does not bode well.
He got up and sat on the edge of the bed, his hand playing with Ated's hair, addressing him, but he was silent when Ated bent his head, causing some strands of hair to fall between his fingers. He was shocked, Ated had only taken two doses, the first when he came and the second the day before. Pravat raised his head and addressed him.
(Ated.. Ated, look into my eyes.. Don't be sad.. He will come back and will be more beautiful.. Just trust me, please)
But Ated didn't speak, he just hugged him and cried. Pravat shared his tears while stroking his back until minutes passed when he saw Jayet enter carrying a bag that he put on the table. The doctor followed him and entered, speaking.
(Pravat, can you come for a moment?)
Pravat shook his head and got up then lifted Ated's head a little wiping his tears with his thumb and kissing him leaving, after closing the door Ated spoke to his father
(Did you bring what I asked you for, dad?)
His father answered him while carrying the things to the bathroom then returning to him
(Yes, my little one, come on.. let me help you)
His father supported him towards the bathroom, when Pravat returned he saw Ated sleeping on the bed with a hat covering his head and his eyes red and his father as well and before everything Pravat asked Jayet
(Where did you put the Shaver?)
Jayet wanted to try to convince him not to shave his hair but Ated's words silenced them and made Pravat obey and sit
(If you shave your hair I will not forgive you and I will get angry with you then I will not allow you to enter the room.. because then I do not want to see you.. I am fine)
Jayet left quickly as he remembered his son's sentence when he took him out of the bathroom after shaving his hair .
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Flash back
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Ated
(Dad, I want to ask you something.. I hope you don't refuse it.. If anything happens to me.. Anything.. Take care of Pravat because I leave my other part with you if anything happens)
Jayet spoke with slight anger
(Why do you say that.. You will be fine.. I trust that)
Ated continued his speech
(I feel like it won't work, Dad)
His father hugged him while crying so Ated could cry with him, Jayet was unlucky because only a few weeks had passed since he knew that his son was still alive and he was feeling happy but that happiness was ruined by the traitor who is one of the scoundrel Vodis' men.
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End Flash back
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Warut went out with his father, Virutt, begging her not to reveal his location, but they froze when they saw Virutt standing and staring at them, then he spoke, addressing Virutt
(Watching me???!! There is still fear in your heart of my betrayal or... or...)
Warut left them without saying anything and went up. Virutt approached his mother, intending to catch up with Warut and talk to him and discuss, but his mother prevented him and asked him to follow her. He sighed and walked to sit on the chair in front of the sea, and his mother was beside him. He pulled his legs to his chest and leaned his thoughts on his knee and listened to his mother who spoke calmly.
(Why do you think he is watching you, suspicious of you? There are those who watch us out of concern or out of love. Didn't he say that he loves you? Don't try to escape, Virutt. Say that he confessed to you, my son. He didn't come to watch you out of suspicion, but out of love. He loves you and can't stay away from you.
When your father and I had a fight before our marriage in the last year of university, he used to watch me and buy me lunch and sweets. And the flowers, although we do not talk and we are in a quarrel, the important thing is, why don't you sit with him and talk and tell him about your feelings and let him express .. I know the reason for not expressing his feelings the first time .. Virutt, I know many things that you hide from me .. The sparkle in his eyes when he sees you reveals you.
Take this key and go sit with him and talk until you solve your problems .. I know that it is difficult for you to get over San's matter, find a way to forget him .. You and Warut create a way to forget the matter .. This is the second copy of his room key.)
Virutt looked at her and patted his cheek. Virutt smiled and took the key from her hand and got up to hug her, saying
(I love you, mom)
He walked with slow steps as he remembered all the good things he got from Warut, he did not take the elevator but chose the stairs. He arrived and stood in front of the room then opened the door quietly and stood staring at Warut who closed his phone saying
(Fools.. they are all fools)
He looked towards the door quickly and stared at Virutt who closed the door and advanced to the middle of the room for Warut to get up and advance towards him trying to justify his presence in Virutt's house
(Listen Virutt I didn't...)
Virutt interrupted him saying
(I know you are not watching me out of suspicion, out of something else)
Warut spoke approaching Virutt touching his hair strands that had grown noticeably long recently saying
(I am watching you out of concern or love or passion)
Virutt pushed him saying while looking at the ground
(Stop, if it was love and passion why didn't you speak from the beginning)
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