Marriage Contract

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After finishing his shower, Arthit came out to see kongpob -once again
-nesting in his original position, writing something. The clip that held up his
hair had already been taken off, the hint of childishness he had before, was
no more. Once again, he transformed into the cautious fellow he was when
they had first met.

On the dining table, and still steaming hot, laid his dinner. The spread had
egg-fried rice, and greens along with a saucer of cucumbers mixed in a
soybean paste. Next to those were a bowl of hot chicken soup, as well as,
egg-fried rice with peas and carrots mixed in. Judging by the color alone, it
all looked quite good.

Those kinds of simple dishes arranged on the dinner table, appeared exceptionally warm an fragrant, allowing the originally cold mien worn on the man's face to soften.

After drinking two mouthfuls of soup the uncomfortable feeling in his
stomach calmed down. Arthit then tasted a bite of the fried rice, the
flavour was extraordinarily good.
Arthit used the spoon to scoop yet another bite of rice.

Indeed, it was just as the information gathered about kongpob said, he was
truly a very good cook. At that moment kongpob, still focused on his work, began, "There were no more ingredients, so you'll have to make do by eating this little right now.
The soup was made this afternoon though."

After saying that he stopped at
once, then raised his head to look at Arthit, "Sorry, I...forgot you were
coming back today."

After that last sentence was spoken, Arthit's smoothed brows once
again creased. He took the rice filled spoon to his mouth, leisurely chewing
then swallowing, then somewhat mockingly spoke, "You simply didn't
remember?"

Kongpob was speechless, he really was, but this time all he could do was
lower his head in silence. He didn't know what he should say, after all, the
two were still unfamiliar with each other.

Even if he could say something he
wouldn't know how or what to. All he knew of Arthit Rojnapath was just a brief introduction he found in a Finance magazine, and the impression he got
when he signed the contract that day.

Seeing him once again lower his head, Arthit felt a bit agitated. The
delicious egg fried rice from just a moment ago, suddenly became tasteless.
He looked towards kongpob, "Have you forgotten who you are?"

Who he is?

The man's words to kongpob made his heart turn in circles, the corners of his
mouth slipped slightly, pressing themselves together even tighter.
Yes of course, who he is, was Arthit Rojnapath's contracted wife.

At that time as payment of the debt, Kongpob believed he was sold to Arthit be a form of labour and such, but in the end the contract's contents startled him. It was not that of a labourer, but one of a marital relationship.

Although same sex marriage was allowed by the law since two years ago, and if both parties were willing, they could use medical methods to extract sperm to have their own children, kongpob had grown up in a small village.

There, for such matters like marriage, the understanding of it was quite traditional.

It was always about the balance between Yin and Yang, and he had never
thought about the same sex in that way. In fact, strictly speaking, kongpob
cannot be said to be homosexual or heterosexual, he simply never liked
anyone. Whether be it man or woman, in his lifetime, feelings of affection for
another were totally nonexistent.

He spent almost twenty years just studying and making money. Although he thought that later he would marry a cute, clever, and kindhearted girl but
that too was nothing but a short lived idea. What he wanted to do the most,
was to keep that old man--who for many years took care of him--by his side,
giving that Grandpa Sun a peaceful place to stay for the rest of his life.