Spring in PHUKET

Chapter 8

They had just finished dinner, so many side dishes with rice varieties and not to mention noodles, soups, meatballs and desserts. The crowd was more languid now taking up seats, trying to relax and shed the inertia after eating...

"That was a fine spread, but a man can never get enough.." Papa Boon sighed..

"Nobody stopped you from eating Papa Boon, though there's something called decency and you look quite full to me too."Namtarn replied sarcastically looking at the old man's belly..

Papa Boon gave her equally killing looks, it was no secret that he hated her as much as he had hated her sister.."Shows how much u know girl..I still weigh the same as I did 30 years ago."he scoffed puffing out his chest proudly..

"It's just distributed differently, right dad?"smiled Singto, teasing him, taking the bite from the cold looks being exchanged...

"Careful boy ur not gonna stay young either.."he laughed back punching his son in the arm playfully..

Namtarn ignored the by play and started scanning the crowd for Khun Chan..she found him near the balcony doors bending attentively, listening to wat his wife was saying...

Seeing her opportunity Namtarn turned to Singto "I ll be right back P'Sing, I need to talk to Khun Chan about something, "she said and started walking.

Singto knew she was not asking him for permission but he nodded anyway...

He then started scanning the crowd, and suddenly he heard the all too familiar bubbly laugh..

"Kit's here.." he smiled at his dad..

"Krist? Where? Come on let's go say hello" Papa Boon said,finally spotting him and making a beeline for the group of people laughing carelessly..

Singto followed his father,his heart clenching at seeing the man again.

Krist saw them approaching and walked forward to hug Papa Boon.."Papa you look handsome as ever..why don't u have a bunch of girls squabbling over you yet?"he asked laughingly..

"You're the perfect medicine for an old man's heart Kit..how have u been?",he asked smiling at the boy he loved as much as his son...

"I am doing great Papa " Krist said smiling and then nodded at Singto who stood by his father's side.."P'Sing wadee ".

"Hello Krist ", He nodded back his eyes threatening to disappear in half moons at his joy of seeing him..but he controlled it..

Anyone who saw Singto and his dad could say that they're truly father and son, cut from the same cloth right down to the last detail..

"Aren't you going to introduce us Krist? " Mike prompted, he was eyeing Singto rather curiously..

"Sorry," Krist said as he went to stand between Papa and Singto linking his arms through both theirs .."Guy's I would like u to meet two men who have known me since the day I was born..Papa Boon's the owner of Fah lahwy stud farm and P'Sing is his son, he practices law but the farm is his true passion..they're my neighbors..

Papa, P'Sing..these are my movie friends from Bangkok. You must be knowing P'Earth,  he's obviously famous. This is Mike my friend from GMMTV,  this s Tutah my manager,P'Jane our film's director and P'Yui our publicist."he finished as they waiied each other or shook hands.

"Were you down in the meadow when our plane flew over your farm today? We sure saw some men and horses.."Mike asked Papa..

"So it was you who pulled the stupid plane stunt and spooked the horses?"Papa pretended to glare at Krist, who in turn hid behind Earth..