Tin is back in Thailand to resume being the Medthanan heir. He is finally ready to deal with all of his past misdeeds, including the mess with Pete Pichaya and his boyfriend, Ae. He now has the skills to fight his brother, Tul, for the family compan...
Tin had enough. He was not used to being ignored. Can was ignoring him. He decided that he needed to face those women and go and get his man. He dressed in his most casual suit, another Hugo Boss, put on sneakers and met a dilemma.
"Tapi," He said slowly, wondering if he was insane asking his butler for dating advice, "If, mind you, if I was meeting your parents properly for the first time, what car would be best?"
Tapi almost dropped the soiled laundry he carried. "Young Master? I think it would be better if you drove yourself, but not in the sports car. Parents like solid, reliable people." There, he thought, that should be safe.
Tin nodded thoughtfully. So far, Tapi had proven to be reliable. If he was reporting to Tul, nothing had made it into the papers. "Good. Have the Benz Class A ready."
"Sir?" Tapi couldn't help himself. The sneakers were totally wrong with the suit. Are you sure those are the footwear you wish to wear?"
Tin looked at the shoes in his hands and smiled. For seeing Can, they were the right choice. "Yes, I'm sure." He strode out of his suite and sighed. Popping his head back in, "Tapi, no one is let in here without my permission. Lock up immediately after you leave."
Tapi nodded, surprised Tin left him in here this morning. It was the first time that had ever happened. Not five minutes after Tin left, Tul opened the door. "Get out, Tapi."
"No, Sir. I have my instructions. Please leave, Master Tul."
"Leave, Tapi. I hired you, I will fire you." Tul sneered.
Tapi pulled out the butler's radio, having been warned by the senior master of the house. "Sir, Master Tul is in Young Master's suite. What should I do?"
Tul heard his father's voice, clearly. "Did he threaten you, Tapi?"
"Yes, Sir."
"Thank you, Tapi. Tul, see me immediately." Tul, in a fit of rage, grabbed the radio and smashed it pieces. Tapi's expression never changed. His master was never Tul. He had seen how mean he was to the Young Miss, boy, and now, with the Young Master.
"You'll pay for this!" Tul hissed as he stomped out of the suite, slamming the door. Tapi sighed and bent down to pick up the pieces. Then, he noticed the small piece of paper that had fallen out of Tul's pocket.
He opened it, his mouth fell open, and he carefully slipped it into his own pocket. He wasn't sure what to do with it. What he did know, was that he had to protect the Young Master. Too many people were going to get hurt, even Master Tul, himself. What would cause such bitterness?
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Tin trembled at the site of the iron gate. He clenched the steering wheel a bit tighter. He hadn't been this nervous since he stepped on the plane to that fucking boarding school when he was eight years old. If this is what love did to a person...
No! He clamped down on that thought. It was a weakness. He wasn't weak. He was strong. He was in his prime. He snorted. Aloud, "Keep reminding yourself that, Idiot. Maybe someday it won't be an act anymore. It will be true." He gathered up his quickly diminishing courage and swiftly opened the door.
He walked to the intercom and pressed the buzzer. In his hand, he carried two small bags. He had never done this before. It was traditional to bring something. Again, he had depended on Tapi.
"Oh hello," Mrs. Kirakorn's cheerful voice came across the intercom. "It's the Prince Charming! Gate's open. Come on in!"
Tin heard the low buzz and opened the gate, ensuring he closed it behind him. He cast his gaze around, noticing that the yard was slightly unkempt. Suddenly, a huge, shaggy dog came bounding towards him.
Tin immediately dropped to knee level and stuck out his hand. The dog skidded to a stop, tongue lolling happily and sniffed his hand, and bounded away. Tin slowly stood, carefully watching the dog. It turned, bounding back, sat down and panted.
Tin laughed and bent down, scratching his head. "You need a hair cut. It's too hot for you with all that hair." The dog just panted as if in agreement. Tin forgot about Ma Kirakorn waiting for him, playing with the dog.
Ma stood at the kitchen window, watching the young man play with Gucci. In her book, any person the dog liked, was a good man. She sighed, as Lemon came up to the window.
"Is that..." She asked, excitedly.
"Yes, Lemon. Go seperate him from Gucci." She turned to put the kettle on the boil. "And don't ask a single question. He will tell us why he's here when he's ready." Ley turned to leave. "Ley?"
"Yes, Ma?" Ley's voice was moving towards the door.
"Is Can up yet?"
"No, not yet. He was really drunk last night. I'm going to get the prince now."
Ma nodded. Should she find out why he was here or wait to wake Can? They were used to having a few of Can's friends drop by, but she had a feeling this was going to be different.
Tin stared silently as Ley offered him slippers. He quietly changed footwear and followed the young lady. Ley kept a running commentary as she led him to Ma. Ma stood in front of a table set with a tea service.
"Good morning, I'm not sure if you remember me, Mrs. Kirakorn," Tin started to re-introduce himself when Ley cut him off.
"Don't be silly. I looked you up. Tin Medthanan, 22 years old, only heir to Medthanan Industries. Several nicknames but the one I like best is Prince of Ice. Disappeared three years ago, recently returned. No one knows why. I'd love to know how you know Can." Ley batted her lashes in what she thought was flirtatious.
Ma had enough. More than enough of her youngest child. She swatted her behind, hard. "Lemon! We do not insult guests in this house. Apologize now."
Ley rubbed her bottom. "I'm sorry, Mr. Medthanan. Very sorry," She bowed deeply. "I am over enthusiastic about meeting a rich, handsome man." Then, she bolted from the room, cheeks red.
"First, young man, call me Ma. I keep looking for my mother in law when you're so formal." The kettle began to whistle. Ma turned and poured the water over the tea leaves. "I am sorry about Lemon's behavior. She's been really excited to properly meet you."
Tin felt his ears turn. "Actually, I came this morning to properly meet you. Also..." He hesitated, not sure how to bring up Can.
"Tin? Why are you here?" Can's hair stood up everywhere. There were lines imprinted on one side of his face from his pillow. Tin could smell the sour, stale beer from where he sat. Suddenly, Can's eyes glazed over and he pitched forward into a dead faint.
Tin leaped forward and caught him seconds before he hit the floor. Maneuvering him to lay on the floor. Tin started to laugh. He caught Ma's eye. Ma was fighting back a smile. Tin took in a breath and said, "Does he drink often?"
"Thankfully, no. But when he does, this is the result." Can suddenly let out a loud snore and snuggled into Tin's leg. Ma caught Tin's eye. They dissolved into giggles.
"If you can show me to his room, I'll take him back to bed." Tin offered. Ma was ready to leave Can on the floor. That was the usual procedure. He was used to waking up there, anywhere in the house. At least today, he was wearing more than just his briefs.
Then, with her usual smile hiding her true thoughts, "Sure, his room is the second door on the right, just up the stairs." Why not see how it plays out? It's not like he can HURT her boy, especially with Ma Kirakorn right here!
