Marriage Contract

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In that instant, once he laid eyes on Arthit, Kongpob's mind drew blank. That was a given, since someone who was once far away all of a sudden appearing before one's eyes, would of course seem as if it were a dream.

"Aren't you going to get over here and give me a hug?" Arthit's voice travelled through the phone held tightly against the lad's ear...huskily carrying with it a titillating heat on that cold winter night, penetrating his ear, going all the way to his heart.

Before Kongpob came to his senses, his body reacted one step faster. He ran
with large strides, pulled open the gate of the front yard then bolted straight
into Arthit's waiting arms. Arthit's body carried a cold air, yet all Kongpob felt was warmth-a warmth that only came from Arthit.

The lad held on to the man's waist tightly, his face buried within the other's
chest as he inhaled deeply, his eyes heated-teary. Arthit held the back of the smaller man's head with his palm, stroking slowly. The split second in which the youth tossed himself into his embrace, made all the longing of those days past appear as if they had at last found their place of rest.

"Kongpob" Grandpa's voice sounded from inside the house, waking the two.
Kongpob released Arthit, turning to answer the elderly man's call,
before pulling Arthit inside the yard.
Grandpa had just exited the kitchen with a sweet potato in hand. Not seeing
Kongpob once he came out, he simply thought that the lad had gone somewhere else, not at all expecting the young man to bring another back
with him, and so, for a short while he was shocked, after which he asked,
"And this is.."

"Grandpa, he is Arthit.." Kongpob explained, tugging Arthit by the hem of his scarf then saying to him, "This is my grandad."

"Hello, Grandfather." Arthit gave a humble, respectful bow as he
greeted the older man.

Grandpa, upon hearing this name his own granddaughter-in-law replied
with, was immediately taken aback by the respectful approach he had taken,
waving quickly: "Hi, hello, there's no need for you to bow; come in and have a
seat first, alright."

Kongpob pulled Arthit to sit in the seat next to the fire, saying, "Hurry,
warm up. Your hands are frozen stiff."
Such a display of affection by Kongpob , in normal times, would have definitely resulted in more than a few sentences out of that cheap mouth of Arthit's; but before Kongpob's grandfather, he would never be so impudent; hence he simply nodded and placed his hands beside the fire.

"Why did you come here all of a sudden, huh?" Kongpob asked him, feeling
the urge to reach out and help the other man rub his frigid fingers, but with
his grandfather directly beside them all he could do was restrain himself in
the end.

"l just passed by to have a look," Arthit replied while the heat from the
charcoal fire dispersed the cold air which lingered on his body, allowing the
crinkled space between his brows to finally flatten.

"...." Kongpob peered at the other man silently. Where could he have been
going that it allowed him to pass by this family's front gate, huh!

Arthit did not meet the younger man's eyes, instead turning to Grandpa
to say, "For taking the liberty of disturbing you, please accept my apologies, Grandfather."

"There's no need for you to say all that, you're our guest," Grandpa responded. "Have you had dinner as yet?"

"I have," Arthit answered, but just as he was done speaking, his stomach released a growl.