We are...คือเรารักกัน (We are... we are in love)

Chapter 53: Phum's Family

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On Saturday morning, I woke up with a slight hangover. Alcohol might be one reason for my condition, but the real culprit is Phum!!!

Last night, I didn't get back to my room until almost 3 AM. Instead of sleeping, I had to deal with that guy. I don't know where he got his energy from, but he left me feeling dizzy. And look at him now, sleeping soundly without a care in the world. Should I spray him with insecticide?

After cursing Phum to my heart's content, I dragged myself to the shower. Once I was done showering, drying my hair, and getting dressed, I went to smack his head to vent my anger before quickly running away. Haha, I'm a bit scared he might retaliate because even though we're dating, Phum wouldn't spare me for hitting him while he was asleep.

Phum never goes easy on me. If I prank him, he retaliates twice as hard. I remember once throwing a shirt at his face, and he walked over and smacked my head so hard I almost fell over. T_T

After satisfying my urge to mess with him while he slept, I went to find something simple to eat and thought I'd make something for Phum too (if he would eat my cooking). But when I opened the fridge, which was as big as a container, damnI found only three bottles of water and a pack of rotten red grapes. I slammed the fridge door shut in frustration. Looks like I'll have to go out and stock up on groceries today. So, for now, we will have to settle for some bland cereal na Phum.

"Peemmm!!!!" I had just taken three bites of cereal when I heard him calling me loudly from the bedroom. I don't know if he has some kind of mental disorder. He always calls for me after waking up, even though we sleep next to each other.

"Shorty, where are you?" Phum walked out with a grumpy face and messy hair, carrying Little Tiger. When he saw me, he gave me a fierce look. "Why didn't you answer when I called?"

"I was eating."

He walked over and sat next to me, then leaned over to look into my bowl, "What's that?"

"Cereal. Want some? I'll make it for you."

He shook his head and rest his head on my shoulder.
"Peem."

"Hmm?"

"Do you want to have lunch at my house?"

What? Lunch at your house? It might be a simple invitation, but it made me choke on my bland milk. It's not that we haven't talked about me meeting his parents before. It's not that Phum hasn't invited me to his house before. It's not that I don't want to meet his family. But I'm... not ready yet.

"Are you sure, Phum? I think..." Maybe give me another month or two to prepare.

"It's just lunch. You'll meet my mom. I've been to your house. Don't you want to visit mine?"

Don't try to plead with me. I'll give in.

"It's not that, but I...I'm not ready yet." Sigh, I'm just afraid I won't know how to act. Phum has invited me many times, but I've always found excuses to avoid it. But today, it seems like the time has come.

"You always said you're not ready. Can you tell me in what way you're not ready?"

I fell silent, thinking about the answer. It was a question that I often asked myself as well. I was 'not ready' because of my fear. Fear that I'm not suitable or worthy. My status plays a part, my sexuality also plays a part. I felt insecure, unsure, and deeply angry about why I was afraid of things I can't control nor change like this.

"You haven't done anything wrong. Why should you be afraid?" Phum gently rocked me back and forth. "Please, Peem, let's go. I want my family to know that you exist. Don't overthink it. I'll be there with you, and so will Little Tiger."