White Tulips and Daisies

CHAPTER SIX

Wichapas stormed inside the house, passing Prem who just walked out of the kitchen with a cup of coffee at hand. Wichapas walked straight to his home office and shut the door with a loud thud that echoed inside the house. Prem blinked twice, eyeing the closed door. The home office is just beside the living room so Prem hesitated to proceed in there to rest or follow his boss.

One thing changed when all the tragedy happened more than three years ago is Wichapas' temper. As the man is known to be cold and quiet before, he changed into a hot-tempered person. Wichapas did not show it to others but Prem witnessed the changes. Wichapas turns into a beast when he's so mad. He would flip over tables, throw things away and sometimes make hasty decisions. That shocks Prem. His boss, though most of the time cold and snobbish, has been a very rational person. He never made any harsh and urgent decisions. So, the big change in his attitude confused his own assistant. 

Prem sighed and brought the coffee back to the kitchen, fetching two glasses and a bottle of whiskey. It's still two in the afternoon but the alcohol will definitely calm Wichapas' nerves for sure. He knocked on the door before opening it slowly. Papers were scattered on the floor, a chair thrown over at the corner and the man looking outside the glass window.

"Do you need a friend?" Prem closed the door as Wichapas looked back at him. He raised the bottle and glasses in his hand.

Prem sat down at the sofa and placed down the glasses, pouring some whiskey on it. Wichapas went near and slumped down beside him.

"Who is it this time?" Prem gave him the glass and Wichapas gulped it down, bottoms up.

"Me." Wichapas answered, pouring another shot on his own glass.

Prem frowned, looking at him with so much confusion.

"I'm the problem. I'm always the problem. I will forever be the problem." Wichapas drank again. 

"Maybe if you could elaborate, I would understand." Prem sipped on his glass. He's not planning to compete with his boss who's clearly intending to get wasted.

"It was my fault leaving them more than three years ago. It was my decision to give up. But I can't accept the fact that Build is now open to accept someone in his life again." Wichapas messed his hair aggressively.

Prem seems a bit enlightened but he needs more information.

"Who?"

"Someone named Lord Ram." Wichapas glared at nothing, flashbacks of Blue being on the man's arms.

"Ah. An aristocrat." Prem sipped once again. "What's the problem? You broke up with Khun Jakapan before you left. You don't have any reason to get mad if he's entertaining someone else at the moment."

Prem felt Wichapas' gaze shifted in him. He shrugged. 

"Don't get mad at me, Sir. I just want you to realize that you are in no position to be mad. It's Khun Jakapan's choice. That is if there is really something going on with them."

Wichapas sighed. Of course, he's in no position for that. But seeing that Blue is so close to him too, it's alarming.

"Blue is fond of him too." He whispered.

Prem poured more liquor on his glass. "That's something else."

"Yes." Wichapas sat back up. "Dig some information about Lord Ram. I want to know more about him." He drank everything that was left on his glass before standing up.

"Sir." Prem stood up as well. "I know you didn't regret what you did before but Khun Jakapan should know what really happened. He has the right to know."