I love u with all my Heart (A Short-Story)

The Another One!

Porsche being Porsche, all sweaty and covered in dirt and mud arrived home. He hailed from an upper middle-class family. Both of his parents were professors at Mahidol University, Bangkok. Porsche is the only child, and he grew up with all the love he needs in the world:).

As he reached, he noticed that his mom was in the kitchen. The house was smelling like Pad Thai, and he instantly knew his mom was making his favorite. As a spoil child he was, he rushed to the kitchen nearly stumbling over the counter in his haste, made his way through his mom, however, before he could sneak a taste of his mom's cooking, she promptly swatted his hand away.

"I've told you thousand-times, Porshe, don't roam around the house with all the sweat and dirt. go wash up first, and then we'll eat together. Your father will be home late today. Now, off you go, don't make me repeat myself." she scolded.

Sulking like a child, Porsche reluctantly made his way to clean himself up. As he stood under the shower, he couldn't shake off the memory of the incident at the playground earlier that day, where he had nearly knocked a man unconscious. Honestly, he felt a pang of mortification. He recalled the man's striking appearance-neatly groomed hair, fair skin almost pale, sharp jawline, and impeccably tailored beige three-piece suit that accentuated his muscular physique. Everything about the man exuded class and style. And his name? "Kinn!" Porsche couldn't help but smile at the thought.

He caught himself blushing in the mirror. He mentally chastised himself, "Stop it, you idiot, he probably forgot about you already. you are nothing special, you know."

After contemplating with himself, he came downstairs for dinner. his mom was done setting the table. he took his seat cheerily and started digging on his favorite food as they were sharing how was their day with each other. Porsche shares everything with his parents, especially with his father, as his mom tended to be a bit stricter. So, he didn't mention anything about Kinn, fearing a scolding.

After dinner, as usual, Porsche did the dishes and cleaned the table, as his mom retired to bed after giving him a goodnight kiss. Once he finished his chores, he sat in the hall watching TV. The news was playing on the television when his father came home. He saw his son sipping on a coke and looking at the news, looking, not watching! Right then and there, he knew something was not right as Porsche could never willingly put on a news channel and watch. Nope! so his father sat beside him on the couch and placed a hand on his shoulder, startling Porsche out of his reverie. His father chuckled. "So, what's with watching the news today, son? What makes you watch that?"

"God, Dad, you are a bit too much. why can't I watch news, huh? I am growing up, you know, and I understand social awareness is as important as anything else these days. Come on!" Porsche retorted.

"Yeah, you are right! Now tell me who made you realize that social awareness is important, as far as I remember, I couldn't have done it myself. So, if you are done with all those acts, then start talking!

Porsche was indeed putting on an act, wanting his father to coax him into talking. And, it was his moment, he couldn't stop himself from talking about Kinn-how he almost knocked him out, how gorgeous that man was, and how generous that man was for not causing any scene out of it, bla bla bla..

His father listened to everything attentively. He didn't have to ask his son to know that his son had fallen for this person already, but still, he did. "Hmm, I can tell, that man left quiet an impression on you. You remember Son, you always used to say I am the only man you have in your life and one day you will find another one and you will leave with him. I wonder if you have!

Porsche blushed deeply on that, " Dad, come on, I just met him, God, I don't even know if we'll meet again." And no matter what, I am not leaving you and mom, you got it?

But his father knew better. He could see in his son's eyes that he had already fallen for this person. Porsche's eyes were a mirror; nothing could be hidden in them.

"I know, Son, but I think I should ask: What do you think? Do you think he's the one? Do you want to see him again? Do you think he is the "man" worth losing you to him?

Tell me, do you think he is your ' The Another One'?"

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