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Chapter Nineteen - The Breakup (Numerus Unus)

Hi Readers,
Sorry this took a while.
Picture above taken from Google so it belongs to the original uploader.. Borrowing because I thought it matched the mood of the chapter.
Dedicated to T (My Chingu) :-)
Enjoy
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Note: The father is an actual real person but the son isn’t. I’ve used actual facts from Google for the father and I tried to keep it as low key as I can.

'Sometimes good things fall apart so better things can fall together'
                                          - Marilyn Monroe

‘I really needed this....”Arthit thought to himself. He was supposed to be relaxing, shutting his brain off from any unnecessary thoughts. The closing of the store, BK152’s recent E-Mail, his feelings. He didn’t want to think about any of it. Just him and Frank on a much needed date night. They were walking through a large shopping mall, on their way to the local muti-plex cinema. The thought of sitting through a film both felt like pure bliss and just some kind of sick torture . He knew that this probably won’t help him with feelings in any way shape or form but still he hoped in a childish belief that he would at least enjoy himself and maybe all his problems would float away...however he realised non of that was going to happen when he was suddenly brought back to his surroundings.     

“The Mafia?” Franks voice floated past the mist of his own thoughts and he had to quickly remember what they had previously been talking about. Visions of the lunch date he had had with Bertie and the boys came back to him. Bertie’s secretive encrypted love confession, suddenly comes back into his mind and he remembers the conversation.

“Yes” Arthit sighed, shrugging his shoulders.

Now, he was deeply regretting that conversation.

They were walking along with a large crowd of people going in the same direction and Arthit couldn’t help paying attention to the guy walking next to him. Something had been off with Frank, ever since he had come back from his last overnight (away for work) trip. He seemed quiet, saying he was tired and he had also been irritable which was not like Frank at all. He defiantly had something on his mind but Arthit didn’t want to press him into telling him. He knew if there was something really plaguing his boyfriend’s mind then he’s sure Frank would tell him in due course but he already had small idea what was happening.

As they stepped onto a escalator and rode it up to the second floor, Frank had not once stopped talking about Bertie. It was starting to bug Arthit that Frank had to carry on. That he wouldn’t get past the fact that this was Bertie’s business. They step off the escalator and make their way through the throng of people heading towards the cinema.

All of a sudden Frank stops walking, grabbing a hold onto Arthit’s arm so he has to stop too. “You know who it could be. Rocco Provenzano”.

Arthit looks over at him, puzzled “Who?”

People walking behind them move out of the way quickly, giving them both dirty looks as they tried avoid bumping into them.

“Bernardo Provenzano” Frank replies, as a way of an explanation.

When Arthit still looked puzzled Frank sighed.

“You said Bertie dated the son of the Sicilian Mafia chief and this was probably around the 90’s. Bernardo Provenzno was the Mafia chief at that time so who else could it be? ”

Arthit didn’t even know who that was but the way that Frank was talking about him that alone would of suggested that he wasn’t the best of people..... Still Bertie hadn’t been in love with the father so what did it matter who the father actually was. He starts walking again towards the cinema with Frank trying to catch up with him. Arthit shook his head “We don’t know that for sure”. He says.