Reversed

VP 03 (Macau)

Pete's POV.

Several days have passed since I went to see Vegas. His condition stabilized after four days, and he has been moved into his private room. Apparatus and beeping machines are still connected in his body to support him. There's bandages all over his broad chest, wrapped neatly to cover the gunshot wounds.

Since the moment that I saw him again after the incident, I knew that from that day onwards, I couldn't live my life the same way anymore. He already took everything from me. He's a psychotic jerk I am willing to risk even my soul and sanity.

I am currently at the funeral of Khun Gun, to at least pay homage. With me were Khun No, Arm and Pol. I already know the whole situation at the Main Family, it was briefed to me by Khun Kinn and Porsche. I am happy to know that Porsche and Porschè's mother is alive. They said she lost her memory due to the effect of  overdose, but as long as they're finally together again it should still be celebrated anyway.

People at the Minor residence weren't many as what I pressumed. But those that attended were still important guests. I've seen P'Chan earlier, talking to Nop.

They said he's the one in charge for the funeral of Khun Gun.

Khun No nudged my arms, "Ai Pete, do they have more delicious food here? I don't like the food they're serving. Full of greens! What am I, a goat?! "

He's been nagging me nonstop since we arrived here. He couldn't even stay still for a moment. Arm and Pol looks like a couple having a lovely conversation behind us. These idiots, really.

I deeply sighed and smiled at Khun No, "Can you excuse me for a bit, Khun No? I'll just go to the restroom. I'll also try and find you something to eat. Then we'll go home. "

He looked at me annoyed, "Fine! "

I nodded and smiled again as I walk away. After distancing myself, my smile faded. I sighed over again. I've been lacking of sleep these days.

Instead of heading straight towards the restroom, I found myself at the garden.

I took out one stick of cigarette, and looked for my lighter. Shia, I think I forgot to bring it with me. I am about to throw my stick away when someone from behind offered a lighter.

It was Macau.

I took it from him and lit my cigarette, he sat on the bench just few inches away from where I am standing.  He looked exhausted.

When I saw his face earlier, I can already see how tired he is. Dark circles were visible in his eyes, pale lips, and he seemed to lost a bit of weight compared to the last time I met him at the temple.

He's just eighteen. And for sure, everything's stressing him out. Kids at his age should be out there relishing their moments with friends, or playing games and enjoying their free time. But Macau's different. Instead of those things, he is here supporting P'Chan manage his father's funeral,  plus his dear brother is in a state of comatose and confined in the hospital. Let's also add the fact that he's still studying. There's no time for him to rest. The thought of it made me pity him. Just because of his status as part of the Minor Family, he's experiencing this kind of suffering.

I puffed out some smoke. We were both silent as I finish my cigarette. I also don't want to talk to him, I wanted him to rest even from making conversations because I witnessed how he entertained the guests, for sure even his throat is as tired as he is from talking for hours.