White Tulips and Daisies

CHAPTER TWENTY EIGHT

"You know you can go home and go to work, right?" Build spoke, eyeing Wichapas who is busy on his laptop.

The man is seated on the dining table with multiple folders brought by Prem earlier. He was typing something on his laptop. "No." He simply answered, eyes glued on the screen.

Build moved. He pushed himself up to a sitting position. Wichapas immediately looked up and ran to him. Assisting him to sit up and putting a pillow before resting his back on the headboard.

"You should call me if you want to sit up." Wichapas spoke, frowning.

Build smiled and tugged the hem of his shirt, asking him to sit down. Wichapas followed. He sat on the edge of the bed, facing Build.

"We have a lot to talk about." Build started.

Wichapas looked at him with confusion. "Like?"

"Like this room." Build look around the lavish room. It was too grand for him. "Isn't this too much?"

Wichapas followed his gesture. "I don't think so."

Build glared at him.

"Look, it's just fine. This is to make you comfortable while healing." Wichapas held his hand.

"But I can be comfortable in a normal room. The one with a normal bed, not this king sized bed you got me here." Build softly tapped the sheet with his uncasted hand since it has IV drip connected.

Wichapas grabbed his hand back. "And where am I supposed to sleep if you have a small bed?" Wichapas asked him.

"And why do you want to sleep in my bed? I'm the patient." Build looked at him with confusion.

"Oh, so you think I can bear not to sleep with you if we are in the same room? No." Wichapas shook his head like a kid arguing with his parents.

Build clicked his tongue while rolling his eyes. "Another one."

Wichapas looked at him with anticipation. He thought Build would talk about something about their current status but Build lifted Wichapas' hand and smelled it. After a few sniffles, he looked at Wichapas. "You smoked again."

Wichapas brought his own hand to his nose and smelled it. He already took a bath and made sure it was clean. "I didn't." He answered when he was sure that his fingers didn't smell like cigarettes.

Build smirked. "I saw the cigarette butts on the veranda earlier."

"You went to the veranda alone?"

"That's not the issue here."

Wichapas looked at the veranda that was visible from the glass wall. He looked at the cigarette bin at the corner of the balcony before biting his lower lip. "Just two."

"Two?" Build raised his eyebrow.

"Okay. Three." Wichapas looked away.

Build sighed. "It's not just three." Build tapped the pocket of his pants where the cigarette box is. "You know I'm allergic to this, right? And you know I don't like you using cigarettes."

Wichapas felt guilty. Build is not scolding him nor nagging him. He was calm enough to say all of this to Wichapas and the latter appreciated it. Wichapas got the cigarette box in his pocket and threw it away in the trash bin next to the bed.

"Sorry. I was just anxious. I can't help it." Wichapas held his hand once again.

"It's okay. I understand." Build smiled at him. Wichapas' world stopped. He realized how he missed that smile, that chubby cheeks and that crescent eyes.