Based on the well known Chinese drama, Go Ahead, this story takes a look into family, love and relationships. Not all bonds are the ties of blood, sometimes something more is needed for us to be happy.
Family isn't always blood, it's the people in y...
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Pakin and Graf looked at each other, and then at the children. There was pindrop silence. Rain sat close to Phayu, and neither of them would look at Pai. He was literally a pariah at that moment. Although both the older men were used to Rain's shenanigans, it was Phayu's behaviour that took them aback. "Is everything okay kids?" Pakin asked, looking at them. "Everything is great Dad, perfectly hunky-dory," Rain said, his teeth gritting in anger. Pakin looked at Graf, then at Phayu. "Phayu? Lu? All well?" he asked. "It all fine Dad. Please, you and Pa need not worry at all," Phayu said. Pai, knowing that Rain loved meat, offered him some from the bowl in front of them. Rain turned away and looked at Phayu. "Hia, can you give me some meat?" he asked, with his doe-eyes trained on Phayu. "Of course Rain," he said, picking out the softest piece and giving it to him. Pai sat there with the meat suspended in the air, and Graf put his bowl forward. "Give it to me son," he said and Pai put the piece in his bowl. Pakin and Graf looked at each other again, shaking their heads. Their children would figure it out on their own.
The three boys went into their own rooms, and Pakin and Graf moved around clearing up the kitchen. They worked in perfect tandem and symphony. After years of being together, they didn't even need words. Graf had just started washing the dishes, when Pakin put his arms around him. "You know the boys are home, right?" Graf asked, but not pushing Pakin away. He loved these small stolen moments between them. It was one of those rare days when Pakin was not on duty. Pakin rested his chin on Graf's shoulder and sighed. "What is it love?" Graf asked, in the voice only reserved for Pakin. "Phayu and Pai will soon be going to college. Whenever I think I will cut down on working, the thought of not having enough money for these boys really bothers me," Pakin said. Graf washed his hands and took a towel before turning around in Pakin's embrace and putting his hands around his waist.
"Don't worry so much love. If you think you want to cut down, then do it. We can manage," he said. "With three boys in college, have you wondered where we will get the financial help from?" Pakin asked, sighing. "I love you Pakin," Graf said, kissing him on the lips, just a small peck, but there nonetheless. "Huh?" Pakin asked. Usually, when the kids were home, Graf never did anything that would make them suspect. Rain knew, and he had surprisingly been a vault. "We will make the money babe. We have kept aside enough for them, and we have been doing that for ten years now," Graf said. "What do you mean?" Pakin asked. "The entire money that you gave me for the boys, I banked it," Graf said. "Then what did you spend on our daily necessities?" Pakin asked, surprised. "Money from the restaurant was enough for our day-to-day needs. Plus I shopped for household groceries, along with the restaurant ones, so I got them for cheaper," Graf said, smirking.
"Cunning man!" Pakin said, smiling at his lover. He kept his forehead on Graf's, wanting nothing more than to marry this man, officially making him his, but he knew that it would be hard. He was willing to take that chance, but he also knew Graf would not. At least, not yet. "Phayu and Pai will be going to college soon. Then only Rain will be left. We will see some peace in the house," Pakin said. "Peace? With that gremlin around? With Rain at home? Is that supposed to be a joke?" Graf asked, swatting Pakin lightly on the arm. "Anyway, let me go now. Let me finish all this," he added, as Pakin let go of him reluctantly, but not before giving him a quick kiss. "You will miss him when he goes," Pakin said, as Graf turned back around to finish the dishes. "I really doubt that," Graf said, rolling his eyes. Pakin just laughed. Graf was the biggest softie in the world. He would miss those the boys like a limb. He was about to add something, when Graf's phone rang. "Pick it up love," he said to Pakin, holding up his sudsy hands. "Hello? This is Pakin Ambhom for Graf Anchali. Who is this?" he asked, in his no-nonsense tone.
