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 was having a hard time holding back the tears at his father's brief statements. He wanted more details but fear was holding him back. He brought the whiskey glass up and had another sip.
"I had an obsession with recording everything about my sons at the time. I wanted to show my boys I loved them. I wanted them to see the love that I had, the way my mother never had time for me." He finished his glass of whiskey.
"After your mother died and that bitch moved in, the tapes all disappeared. I don't know who destroyed them, Tul or her, but they are all gone. All my memories are now trapped in here." He tapped his head. "First words, first steps... first teeth, first time being called daddy."
He looked at Tin blearily, "Remember, boy, that those are the important things in life. Your first time: with your lover, making your first million, your first time making up after a fight." He smiled reminiscently. "Your first time holding your own child in your arms."
"I wish I could see those tapes again. Well, it doesn't matter. There's still the bitch to tell you about." He poured another glass and whiskey splashed onto his big, oak desk. "Oops, I missed. She tricked me. But I tricked her. I had a pre-nuptial agreement. I knew she did something but I didn't know what. Couldn't find it."
His head was bobbing up and down. "Tul had it all along. Why didn't he give it to me? Stupid boy. Didn't trust me. Jealous boy. Stupid bitch's fault, you know."
He looked up and stared at Tin. "I need you to turn me in without going into the dining room. Don't look at her, Tin. Don't. She's dead and gone. You're free. Love freely. Be who you wanna be and talk with Tul."
His chin hit his chest and he began to snore.
Tin sighed and stood up, putting his half empty glass on the desk. He couldn't tell his father he had all the video tapes. Now, he wanted to watch the ones labeled Tul, and see if they were just like his.
He walked out into the hallway, and called the police. Then he called his father's personal lawyer and explained the situation. As an afterthought, he called Tul. Finally, he called Can.
Neither Can nor Tul answered the phone. Tin wasn't surprised.
It was a very, very long night.
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Pete sat down in the meeting room with a coffee and sighed. It had been a long night, listening to Can alternate between throwing up and crying. He did not sleep much. He was ready to give Tin a good piece of his mind.
Putch Pichaya did not walk regally into the room as she normally did. Today, she had a newspaper in her hand. She was obviously flustered as she tossed it down in front of Pete. "Have you read this yet?"
"Ma, I don't read the paper. It's old-fashioned."
"Be quiet." She snapped. "It's over everything, including the internet. Read it." She reached over and took his coffee. Sighing softly, she rang for two more coffees.
Pete gasped. "It can't be true. This is..."
"Your friend's father. He killed his wife last night. I think, if anyone needs a friend right now, that boy does. How, though, you are going to get to him, I have no idea. There would be swarms of reporters all over that home."
Pete snorted. The one time he was at the Medthanan Mansion remained in his memory. "Ma, it's not a home. They couldn't even get close enough to bother anyone inside the mansion. The driveway has to be over a kilometer long."
Putch sighed. "Where is your compassion? The boy has just lost his step mother and his father did the deed? How confused must he be?" There was a subtle knock on the door and Pete sighed in relief at finally being able to drink his coffee.
"You will, right after this meeting, find a way to help that boy." Her voice meant business. Pete sighed. Why did it sound exactly like Ae's when he said the same thing when he left for work?
Tin stared at the call display as his phone rang for the hundredth time this morning. So much for having an unlisted phone number. How the reporters found it, he would never know. He was just about to ignore it when Pete's name finally sunk in.
"Medthanan." He snapped out, all the nicety in him gone. It had disappeared during the night, during the endless questions from both the police and the lawyer.
"I'm sorry to bother you, Tin, but my mother means business. She will know if I don't make the attempt to offer both my condolences and assistance." Pete had give a lot of thought how to word his opening statement, knowing Tin's short fuse.
"Keep your condolences. You can help. Tell Can. Tell him I'm sorry, very, very sorry. I will be too busy to see him any time soon. And," Here Tin hesitated and then blurted out, "I love him." He hung up too fast for Pete to reply.
Pete frowned at the phone. Why was he the one telling Can? Oh right... Can dumped him. Now what should he do? Sighing he dialed Ae. "Have you seen the papers or the story on the net?"
"What are you talking about?" Pete sighed.
"Just open any news site, right now." He could hear Ae's frustration with him as he did so. "What the fuck? Pete? Is this true?" Pete's silence was all the confirmation Ae needed. "Do we tell Can?"
"Tin never mentioned that. He did say to tell him he was very sorry and that he couldn't see him." Pete hesitated and continued. "I don't think it's our place to say the rest of his message."
"For fuck's sake, Pete, what did he say?"
"That he loved him. Then he hung up on me." The silence was deafening between the two. Ae spoke first.
"So what do we do? Wait or tell him?"
Can coughed. "Tell me what? I gather you are talking about me?" His voice was loud enough that Pete could hear it.
"I'm sorry you're alone to handle this, my love, but I know you will make the right choice." Pete hung up. He knew he took the coward's way out.
Ae looked at Can's ravaged face from his night of debauchery. He really was not a good drinker. Ae also knew that, for as much as he hated Tin, the two were good for each other. Decision made. He handed Can his phone, opened to the article.
It didn't sink in. Not the first time he read it. Nor the second time. The third time, he had tears standing in his eyes. "This... it can't be true. Where's my phone, Ae? I need my phone." Can started to look for his phone.
"Don't bother. Pete called him this morning." Ae said, pulling Can back down to the couch. "Listen, Can. Tin had a message for you."
Can swung his head around and faced Ae directly. "What?"
"He will be too busy to see you and that he's very, very sorry."
Can's face fell. "Was that all?"
"No. That was what we were debating about actually. The rest of the message." Ae's ears were turning red.
"Just fucking tell me." Can's stomach was churning. "Say it."
"I love you." Now it flamed. "Not me, Tin does."
"Oh." Can blushed. "I got that. Ihavetogothankyouforlookingafterme."
He grabbed his coat and left. Then a knock came on the door. "Ae? Where is my damn phone?" Ae held out his phone. "Thanks, man." He gave him a light punch on his bicep and was gone.
