Five Years Later...
Kongphop stood in front of the full-length mirror, carefully adjusting his appearance before stepping backwards and having a long inspecting look at himself. Dull and dead eyes stared back at him in the mirror's reflection. It was, indeed, a gloomy day. His father had passed away a few days ago, and today was his funeral.
During the past five years, his father was the only member of his family he had regularly kept in contact with. Each of his sisters, busy with their families and personal lives, kept minimal contact with him mostly over the phone since he had stopped going to the family house. Though she was released two years ago, his mother hadn't seen him since she was sentenced for her involvement in his husband's case.
Kongphop let out a deep sigh. Today would be the first day in a long time that he would face his entire family and be forced to spend the night in the family house.
"Kong! Kongphop!" —Kongphop snapped from his thoughts upon hearing his husband's sleepy voice calling— "Kongphop, where are you?"
Shaking his head, he quickly pushed all his grim thoughts to the back of his mind and forced a slight smile on his face before exiting the walk-in closet and into the bedroom.
"I'm here, Oon," he said calmly as he walked to the bed and sat on its edge next to the half-sitting man. "Why are you up at this hour, Honey? It's too early."
"You're ready to go?" Arthit asked instead of answering his husband's question.
"Yes," Kongphop replied, sliding an arm behind the older man and wrapping it around his waist, pulling the other man into his embrace.
Feeling the other man's warmth engulfing him, Arthit rested his head on Kongphop's shoulder, letting out a soft sigh.
"I should come with you," he said softly.
"Arthit, we've already agreed—"
"No, we haven't agreed!" Arthit exclaimed angrily, pulling away from his husband's embrace. "You're the one who decided alone that I shouldn't go to your father's funeral! I'm your husband, and I should be standing next to you at this hour of grieve. What would the rest of your family think when your husband isn't present at your father's funeral?"
Kongphop let out a deep sigh. He knew that the other man would keep pressing him about attending the funeral. However, during the past five years, he had managed to keep Arthit, and the rest of his family separated utterly, and he wasn't going to stop now.
"None of my family has the right to decide what my husband should or shouldn't do. It's a matter between the two of us. Plus, your health issues restrict you from mingling with a big crowd that will surely be present today at the funeral. If you stand next to me at the funeral, then you will have to encounter many people whom no one can guarantee that they don't have a contagious illness that you can contract."
"I'll be wearing a mask!"
"No!" Kongphop said. "A mask, even a surgical one, will not effectively block all the microbes 100% if you came in close contact with others! You can ask any doctor about this if you don't believe me."
Arthit let out an annoyed huff, unable to rebuke his husband's argument. His private doctor, Dr Pai Kulkaranyawich, had indeed reminded him over and over again to avoid crowds at all costs, even while wearing a mask.
"Is it my health that you're concerned about, or you don't want me to be seen by your side?" He asked softly with downcast eyes.
Kongphop let another sigh. Since their marriage, Kongphop made sure that the identity of his spouse remained hidden from the public. Everyone was aware that he was a married man due to his wedding ring, but no one outside his inner circle of family members and friends knew his spouse. When the news of his separation from his father's business became known, many media linked it with the scandal of his mother's imprisonment; however, none could guess why she was arrested or why he had left his father's company. Yet, those events were enough to put him in the spotlight for a considerable amount of time. In a way, it was good advertising for his new business, but on the other hand, Kongphop felt that it would threaten his husband in one way or another. Thus, he was careful not to let everything become public news.
Many people were shocked when he appeared with a wedding band wrapped around his finger one day. Media personnel flocked like moths, asking questions about his spouse, where they met, and when the wedding was, which Kongphop had carefully and tactically avoided answering. And to make sure that none would be able to know Arthit's connection to him, Kongphop employed a top security agency to protect his husband and his house from prying eyes. And even when Arthit started to work in The Gears, none of the employees knew their actual relationship.
"Well, that is part of it," Kongphop replied honestly. "Besides, what would the employees of the company think when they attend the funeral and see you standing next to me?"
Arthit rolled his eyes upon hearing his husband's question. "And what would they think if I was the only one to miss the funeral of our boss' father?" he asked back.
"They know that your health won't permit you to be in a crowded place," the younger man argued. "So, they will understand if you weren't present."
"You will spend the night at your parents' house?" Arthit asked with a pout after a few moments of silence, changing the subject suddenly.
"Yes, I have to," Kongphop replied, smiling slightly as he realized that he had won this battle for now. "If you want, you can spend the night at your parents' house as well."
Arthit's pout deepened. "I don't know. I'm not in the mood to listen to Father and P'Siri's bickering all day long!"
"Well, you can ask your friends to come and spend the night here or go out somewhere. But make sure not to go somewhere crowded," Kongphop said as he stood up. "and P'Bright's bar, or any bar for that matter, is off-limits. I'll inform P'Knock and P'Korn that you'll be going out with your friends."
"Fine!" Arthit grumbled.
Kongphop smiled at the cute expression his husband was making as he sulked.
"Don't frown. I don't like it!" he said as he tried to smooth the area between Arthit's eyebrows with his thumb. "It's still early. Go back to sleep. When you wake up again, you can call your friends. And don't forget to take your medications. I'll ask N'Mark later." With that, he planted a kiss on Arthit's forehead before he stood up, picked a small duffle bag that contained some clothes and other personal accessories, and then left.
As soon as the bedroom door was closed behind his husband, Arthit threw himself back on the bed, groaning. He stared at the ceiling for a few moments before his eyes sparkled with determination.
"Huh, if he thinks that his two bodyguards will stop me from attending his father's funeral," Arthit grumbled softly to himself. "He is extremely mistaken! Just wait and see, Kongphop Rojnapat-Suthiluck!"
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Kongphop took several deep breaths as he sat inside his car in front of the temple where his father's funeral was. It wasn't only his grief over his father that was threatening to overwhelm him, but his apprehension and angst at meeting his mother for the first time after a long time as well. Even after five years, he still couldn't decide how he felt towards his mother after her involvement in his husband's ordeal that plunged them into a vicious circle of pain and tears.
Shaking his head, Kongphop braced himself before climbing down the car and entering the temple.
"Kong!" Kik called as soon as she spotted him at the temple entrance before rushing towards him and taking him into her embrace. She buried her face into the crock of his neck and released a muffled sob.
Wrapping his arms around his sister's waist, Kongphop tried to comfort his sister as much as he could before he pulled away to wipe his sister's tears.
"Everything will be alright, P'," he said gently. "As long as we remain together, everything will be alright, I promise."
Kik forced a sad smile on her face as she observed her younger brother's handsome face. Because Kongphop was the youngest in their family, everyone pampered and showered him with love and affection. They never ceased to see him as the cute innocent baby he once was, even though he had grown into a strong and accomplished man. Somehow it saddened her to realize that her ever happy and easy-going baby brother would have to take the responsibility of being the head of their family.
Driven by a selfish wish to preserve her innocent youngest brother image, Kik hoped that such responsibility would land on her sister's husband instead. Little did she know that her innocent easy-going brother had long gone after what he had been through five years ago.
Besides, she knew that Kongphop wouldn't accept that his father's place would be taken by some stranger rather than him, her father's own blood and flesh.
"Where are the rest?" Kongphop's question snapped Kik from her musings.
"They are all in the main hall," she replied. "I couldn't stand the atmosphere inside, so I came here to wait for you."
"Let's go inside together, then," Kongphop said with a small smile.
Kik nodded her head before she peeked behind her brother.
"Where is N'Arthit?" she asked as they made their way to the main hall. "Why didn't he come with you?"
"He can't attend the funeral," Kongphop replied. "You know that he's not allowed to be in places crowded with people."
"Oh," Kik replied simply, deciding not to comment further.
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Entering the main hall, Kongphop saw that everything was ready to begin the funeral. His grandfather, mother, eldest sister, and brothers-in-law were already seated in their assigned places in the corner reserved for the deceased's direct family members. Taking a deep breath, Kongphop strode to where his family were sitting.
Pressing his hands together in front of his face, he waied at them in greeting before formally condoling his mother, as if he was condoling a stranger, then his eldest sister. Taking his seat next to her and his sisters, he looked ahead, waiting for the ceremony to begin.
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"Arthit, are you sure?" Knott asked for the umpteenth time as he sat in Arthit's bedroom while the latter changed his clothes inside the walk-in closet.
"For the millionth times, Knott, yes, I am," the other man replied as he got out. "I'm not going to miss my father-in-law's funeral."
"If your husband wanted you to attend his father's funeral, he would've taken you with him!" Knot commented.
"You know that Kongphop is obsessed with the idea that someone may learn the true relationship between us, especially the employees of The Gears," Arthit said. "Also, for some reason, he doesn't want me to mingle with his family."
"You mean his mother?" Knott asked.
Arthit let out a deep sigh.
"It's not only her," he replied. "I haven't seen his sisters since our wedding. His father was the only one who visited us. I strongly think that Kongphop had forbidden his sisters from coming here." —Arthit let out a sigh— "At any rate, Kongphop told me to go out with you guys. It's not my fault that you are going to his father's funeral!"
Knott observed his friend silently for a few moments as the latter continued to adjust his clothes. "Arthit, are things going well between you and N'Kongphop?" he asked in a solemn voice.
Arthit looked at his friend, surprised by the question. "Of course," he replied. "Why would you think otherwise?"
Knott shrugged.
"It's just a passing thought," he said casually. But deep down, he was anxious. Of course, he was aware of the pact that Arthit had made with Kongphop to heed whatever measurements the younger man thought necessary for his safety without objections. And regardless of how crazy this notion sounded, Arthit had actually followed Kongphop's rules to the letter for some time. But lately, the bulky man had noticed that sometimes his friend started to rebel against his husband, which wasn't very surprising in the least. However, for some reason, those incidents struck Knott the wrong way. He felt that his friend wasn't rebelling against his husband's decisions because he wanted to or because he was bored with all the strict security that Kongphop had set around him, but rather to prove something. It almost felt to Knott that Arthit was trying to prove someone wrong by defying some of Kongphop's decisions, especially the ones that were related to Kongphop's family and circle of acquaintances.
"KNOTT!"
Knott snapped from his thoughts at Arthit's loud call.
"Where did your mind drift away?"
"Nowhere," the bulky said with a smile. "Are you ready?"
"Yes," Arthit replied. "Aren't we waiting for Bright and others?"
Before Knott could answer, his phone started to ring.
"Yes, Bright?" he answered.
"Hey, Knott, we're standing in front of the fortress Arthit and his husband insisted on calling home," Bright said. "Are you guys ready?"
"Yes. We're on our way out," Knott replied as he gestured to Arthit. Ending the call, the two left the room.
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Waiting for the two at the villa's main entrance stood Korn and Knock, the personal bodyguards that Kongphop especially hired to guard his husband.
"Good morning, Arthit, Knott," Knock said with a smile.
"Good morning," the two waied at the older men before the four left the house.
"So, where are we going?" Korn asked as the four seated themselves in Knott's car, and the latter started the engine.
"Out!" Arthit replied casually.
Knock, and Korn exchanged looks before shaking their heads. As part of their job, they must know where they were heading beforehand; however, from experience, they knew that when Arthit refused to disclose where they were doing, it usually meant that he wanted to go somewhere his husband wouldn't agree upon.
"We're not going to any place that sells alcohol," Korn said strictly. Though Arthit had never drunk since his operation, he would sometimes sneak into bars with his friends behind his husband's back, just for the sake of rebelling against him.
"We're going to a temple," Arthit replied casually. "Afterwards, maybe we will go for lunch somewhere."
Frowning, the two bodyguards still stared at the car's front seats with doubt and apprehension, feeling that they had an impending appointment with a furious Kongphop later on.
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Kongphop let out a small sigh as he accepted the condolence of one business acquaintance after the other. He was exhausted from trying to keep his emotions under control all the time. He was exhausted from hearing the exact often repeated emotionless condolence words that most of the present didn't feel or mean. He felt broken from the inside. He had no desire to see anyone. He wanted nothing but to crawl inside his bed, wrap his arms around the warm body of his husband and cry until there were no tears left.
As the long line of mourners moved along, Kongphop spotted his high school and college friends standing in line. A small smile crept to his face as M, May, Tew, Oak, Praepailin and Maprang stood before him; each was offering their sincere condolence. The genuine looks of concern on their faces were enough to quell some of the pain he felt in his heart.
"Be strong, buddy," M whispered into his ear as he hugged him tightly. "We're all here by your side."
Pulling away, Kongphop smiled sadly at his friend. "Thank you," he said before his friends took their turns in hugging him and offering their support.
After his friends came his seniors from college and his father's company, then came in his own employees from his office.
"My deepest condolence, Mrs Suthiluck."
Kongphop's body tensed upon hearing the soft-spoken words beside him. Looking at where his mother was standing, Kongphop gritted his teeth upon seeing his husband standing with his friends and bodyguards.
The older man, seemingly unaware of his husband's glare, moved forward and stood before his fuming husband.
"My deepest condolence, Mr Suthiluck," Arthit said formally, waiing at Kongphop before he moved to offer his condolence to Kongphop's grandfather, his sisters, and their husbands.
After that, Arthit took a couple of incense sticks, lit them, and stuck them in front of Mr Kerkkrai's portrait before he knelt in front of it. Pressing his palms together, he then prostrated.
"You've always been kind to me and treated me like a son," he whispered softly as silent sobs tore themselves from him. "And despite everything that it had happened because of me, you still accepted me as part of your family. Thank you." —A tear seeped from his closed eyes as he remembered his first meeting with Mr Kerkkrai— "Please, forgive me for stirring strife amidst your family." Quickly wiping the tear away, Arthit stood up and walked to his waiting friends.
"N'Arthit!"
Arthit looked behind him and saw Joss, a senior employee in his department, walking towards him with other employees working in The Gears.
"Hello, P'Joss," Arthit waied at the older man before he greeted the rest of his co-workers, then proceeded to introduce his friends to them.
"I thought you wouldn't come, N'Arthit," Joss said as they sat with the rest of the mourners in wait for the cremating ceremony.
"Why would you think that, P'?"
"Well, I tried to call you several times to ask you if you needed me to pick you up," Joss said. "But you didn't answer."
Arthit smiled awkwardly. "I'm sorry. My phone was on silent mode," he lied.
"Frankly, I didn't think P'Arthit would come because he never attends any of the offices' outside social functions," Mild, another co-worker, said, gaining the concurring of the rest of the employees.
"N'Mild, when are you going to stop teasing N'Arthit about this matter?" Itt, an engineer working in the Production Inspection Department, asked. "You know that N'Arthit can't hang out in crowded places because of his health!"
Mild rolled his eyes at Itt but said nothing.
"By the way, Nong," Nan, The Gears' counterpart of Ocean Electric's Somoh, spoke, breaking the sudden tension that hung above them. "Where is your wife? Why didn't she come? I was hoping to meet her finally."
Arthit's expression twisted in evident discomfort. Because of the presence of a wedding ring on his finger, everyone in the office knew that he was a married man. But he had never put any personal pictures on his desk or shared any with his co-workers; they all were curious about his spouse.
"I'm afraid my spouse can't come," Arthit replied courteously.
"But—"
"That's enough, Nan," Joss interrupted tersely, giving her a warning glare. "It's not polite to snoop on others' private matters."
The woman pouted in clear annoyance but wisely decided not to comment.
Arthit smiled gratefully at the older man. They all sat in complete silence when suddenly, Arthit heard a lady sitting behind him talking to her companion.
"I never imagined that I would witness such disrespect in my life."
"What are you talking about?" another lady asked.
"Didn't you notice that Kongphop's wife is absent?" the first lady asked. "How can a woman be so ill-mannered and rude to her husband's family and miss her father-in-law's funeral!"
"I see what you mean," her friend said. "But couldn't it be that she was forbidden from attending? I heard that Mrs Waen isn't pleased with her son's marriage because apparently, Kongphop had married a woman from a lower class without his parents' permission. That's why there was no engagement party or even a wedding! My heart goes for Mrs Waen! She must be devastated!"
"Kongphop was engaged to Ms Mayuree Chansungnoen. Do you know what happened between them?"
"Well, I know that after six months of engagement, he called off the wedding," the second woman said. "Many talked about him having a secret love affair."
The first woman tsked in disapproval. "Ah! Youngsters these days! When I first heard that Kongphop had married, I thought that he had married Ms Mayuree. But later, one of my nieces told me that Ms Mayuree is engaged to someone else. When I inquired about whom Kongphop had married, no one seemed to know."
"Well, if his wife is ill-bred, then it would be understandable that he doesn't want anyone to know her!" the second woman said.
"By the way," the first woman said. "do you know why was Mrs Waen imprisoned for three years?"
"There are many rumours about this matter, but no one knows the truth," the second woman replied. "But almost all of the rumours are related to her new daughter-in-law one way or another!"
"Oh! How so?"
Arthit was snapped from his concertation when a hand was placed on his shoulder. Looking at his side, he saw Knott looking at him pointedly.
"Let's go," the bulky man said solemnly.
"I want to wait for the cremation," Arthit replied.
"No!" Knott said sternly. "You shouldn't stay any longer here! It's overly polluted in here!"
Seeing the determined look in his friend's eyes, Arthit let out a sigh before he stood and left with Knott, Knock and Korn.
On his way out, though, Arthit saw Mayuree, Kongphop's ex-fiancée, hugging his husband in front of everybody.
"Arthit?" Knott called worriedly, also seeing what Arthit had seen.
"Let's go!" Arthit said tonelessly before he walked away.
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Kongphop threw himself on the couch in the living room and let out a sigh of relief as soon as he arrived in his parents' villa after the funeral, trying to subdue the rollercoaster of emotions he was feeling inside. To an outsider's eyes, the funeral had been carried out decorously without a single glitch. But to Kongphop, it was a nerve-wracking disaster. Aside from being forced to hide his emotions all day long and hold back his tears, he had almost lost his temper when his eyes fell on his husband, who attended the funeral, despite his warnings not to.
Kongphop sighed again. He had seen the way Arthit prostrated in front of his father's portrait and noticed the slight shakes that rippled throughout his body when he was in that position. Guilt had filled Kongphop's heart at that moment for trying to prevent Arthit from coming, despite knowing how much his husband loved his father. Nonetheless, he was still angry that his husband had defied him.
Then came the other shock that almost made Kongphop scream at the top of his lungs...Mayuree!
The two hadn't seen each other since their breakup in the hospital over five years ago. All he knew about Mayuree was what he heard from people's gossips around him, not that he cared to know anything about the woman who once was his fiancée.
But frankly, her appearance at his father's funeral wasn't that much of a shock. After all, the Chansungnoens were old friends and neighbours of his family before anything else. So, the presence of their daughter was very much expected. However, what almost sent Kongphop berserk was how suddenly Mayuree hugged him in front of everyone when she certainly knew that he was a married man, regardless of whether his spouse was present or not. Not to mention that, as far as he knew, she herself was supposed to be married as well!
Kongphop did try to free himself without causing a scene, but Mayuree tightened her arms around him, effectively stopping him from pulling away. When she finally let go, he shot her a death glare, at which she simply smiled in response.
Later, Kongphop discovered that Arthit had abruptly left the funeral with his friend Knott and bodyguards. It struck him as highly odd that Arthit would leave the burial before it had ended, so Kongphop sneaked for a few moments to contact Knock and ask him about the reason. The bodyguard informed him he didn't know why Knott and Arthit left early because neither offered any explanation. When Kongphop asked about his husband's health, the bodyguard replied fine.
Kongphop wondered if his husband had seen Mayuree's stunt or not. But no matter how much he was curious, Kongphop knew that calling Arthit now wouldn't be wise. If Arthit had seen him and Mayuree, then he would be still angry, and Kongphop's mental state wasn't that good either, so a fight would undoubtedly erupt between the two, which was something Kongphop didn't want to happen, especially over the phone. So, Kongphop decided to postpone any talk until he was back home tomorrow.
"Good evening, Kongphop."
Looking up, Kongphop saw Mr Sitwat, his father's lawyer, standing in front of him.
"Good evening, Sir," the young man greeted back as he stood up. "I'm sorry I didn't notice you when you arrived."
"Yes," the older man said with a smile. "I noted the faraway look in your eyes. Where is the rest of the family?"
"In their rooms," Kongphop replied as he gestured for the man to sit. "I'll call them for you." —he turned around to leave when Sitwat called him.
"Kong," the older man spoke. "Be sure to come back with them. I want you to be present when I read the will."
"Why?" Kongphop asked. "I have nothing to do with my dad's will."
"Even so, your presence is important," Sitwat said.
Nodding, Kongphop excused himself and left.
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The family sat in the living room, waiting for the lawyer to read the will.
"Mr Kerkkrai had written a will about seven years ago when his son Kongphop had graduated and joined his company," Sitwat began. "However, upon Kongphop's request, Mr Kerkkrai had written another will five years ago which cancelled the older will." —taking a set of papers out of his suitcase, Sitwat continued- "In this new will, Mr Kerkkrai had given this villa with all its contents and attachments to Mrs Suthiluck. As for all his financial liquidity, which it's currently deposited in Mr Kerkkrai's personal bank account, he had requested that it would be divided into equal sums between his wife and two daughters."
"Wait!" Kik interrupted. "What about Kongphop? Why isn't he included?"
"Mr Kongphop had taken his inheritance upfront five years ago," the lawyer replied.
Kik looked at her brother, astonished. "Is that true, Kong?" she asked.
"Yes, P'," Kongphop replied calmly. "I needed the money to start my new business. I didn't think it would be fair for the rest if I took a large amount of money and remained in Dad's will. That's why I asked him to cut me off!"
"But—"
"That's enough, Kik!" Kaew cut her sister off. "It's useless to say anything now. What's done is done!"
"You knew?" Kik asked, noticing that her sister and her husband weren't surprised for the first time. "You knew and let him go through with it?"
"There was little that I could do!" Kaew almost snapped at her sister. "Kongphop had already signed the papers when Aat and I learned about it."
"Why didn't you ask Father to revoke it?"
"I did, but he refused!"
A heavy, tensed silence shrouded over the living room before Sitwat cleared his throat. "Let's continue, shall we?" he asked before continuing. "Four of the family resort houses, six in total, were sold. The remaining two were registered under Mr Kongphop's name."
Kongphop looked at the lawyer with surprise, who simply smiled back at him.
"The money in Mr Kerkkrai's bank account will be divided among Mrs Suthiluck and her daughters once all of Mr Kerkkrai's debts and financial obligations are settled," Sitwat said. "And with that, we're done."
"Wait," Aat spoke for the first time. "What about the company?"
"The company?"
"Yes, Siam Polimer," Aat said. "What will happen to it? Who will run it?"
"The one who will run is its owner; I'd imagine," Sitwat replied mysteriously.
"I don't understand," Aat said. "Dad was its owner."
"I'm afraid you're mistaken, Sir," Sitwat replied with an almost gloating smirk. "Mr Kerkkrai hadn't been the owner of Siam Polimer group for five years. He had sold it. But as per an agreement with the new owner, Mr Kerkkrai remained to run it as its CEO until his death. Naturally, he had taken a monthly salary for his work which was transferred regularly to his personal account, which now will be divided between Mrs Suthiluck and her daughters."
"That's a lie!" Kik exclaimed, standing up. "My dad would never sell his company! This company is his heart and soul." —tears slid down her cheeks— "My dad would never have handed the work his life to a stranger!"
Sitwat stared at her for a few moments before he pulled out a couple of papers from among the stack he was holding. "This is the contract of the deal," he said in a calm, collected voice. "Mr Kerkkrai had sold his entire company with all its branches, offices and other facilities to his son, Mr Kongphop Suthiluck."
A heavy silence shrouded the room once more as seven pairs of eyes stared at the lawyer with utter shock.
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To be Continued...
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Glossary:
Nan (F.): A person who has grace and poise.
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New Characters in order of mention
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Dr. Pai Pantoon Wongworawet
Arthit's Private Doctor
Itt's husband
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Mark Siwat Jumlongkul
Arthit's live-in Private Nurse
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Korn and Knock
Arthit's bodyguards
Married to each other
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Joss Sangngern
An Employee in The Gears
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Mild Jinna Pichit-o-Pakun
An Employee in The Gears
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Itt Ittikorn Jiyacharoen
An Engineer employed in The Gears
Dr Pai's husband
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Aat Leelawat
Director of the Human Resources of Siam Polimer
Kongphop's oldest Brother-in-Law
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