TO SHOU WITH LOVE

12 - ENDLESS NIGHT

Standing outside the bar, Sailub's anger had not yet subsided.

How could he suddenly become so charitable and attempt to help a small-time hoodlum clear his debts?

What's ridiculous is that this hoodlum didn't appreciate it at all...

He should have seen through his true colors the moment he received that photo and threat, handed the matter over to Daou to deal with.

How did he end up soft-hearted all the way to this point?

His finger got burnt slightly, Sailub looked down to see.

The half-smoked cigarette he had just taken from Thanapon's fingers had burned down to the end, and a long ash fell to the ground, instantly shattering into pieces.

Sailub walked over to the trash can, forcefully extinguished the cigarette, and threw away the butt.

He walked to his car, opened the door, and got in.

Once in the car, Sailub leaned back in the rear seat, somewhat tired. "Home."

As the car sped away, the phone in his hand vibrated, likely a message from Way.

Sailub closed his eyes without checking the message.

He planned to wait until he got home, then call Way and discuss with Daou how to handle this matter.

The car stopped in front of the standalone villa, Sailub pushed the door open, got out of the car, and when closing the door, dialed Way's number.

"Sai," Way quickly answered the phone, "Is the recording over?"

"Yeah," Sailub said, "You don't have any night scenes tonight?"

"They didn't schedule me for night scenes today. How did it go? Was the program recording smooth?"

"It was alright," climbing the steps to the front of the villa, Sailub brushed his fingerprint, "There were no major hiccups, but it wasn't exceptionally smooth either."

"Because of that musician?" Way asked, "Did you choose him?"

"No," pushing the door open, the ceiling light in the living room lit up,

Sailub changed his shoes in the entrance, "I couldn't pass my own test."

Way was silent for a few seconds on the other end of the phone. "That photo..."

"I talked to him tonight," Sailub walked into the living room, poured himself a glass of water, intending to tell Way to have Daou intervene in the matter, the doorbell rang, "I'll go open the door first. I'll tell you the details later."

Way responded with an acknowledgment, Sailub placed his phone on the coffee table and walked towards the front door.

The electronic screen displayed the driver standing outside, Sailub pushed open the door, and the driver handed over two pieces of paper, "Mr. Sailub, you left something in the passenger seat. I'm afraid you might need it, so I brought it over."

Sailub took the white paper handed over by the driver, which were the two music scores he had picked up in front of Thanapon's door earlier.

Originally, he had planned to return them to Thanapon after going to the hospital, but later he forgot about it.

"Thank you." Closing the door, Sailub flipped through the two music scores.

There were many marks of repeated crossings-out, revisions, and additions on the music scores, showing that this was a piece of work that was taken seriously.
Underneath the musical notes were corresponding lyrics, written in elegant handwriting with a slight hint of haste, yet the font was quite pleasing and easy to recognize.