Kongpob, a 25-year-old CEO to a big company. He is hopelessly in love with his husband and his muse, Arthit Rojnapat. But when a tragedy takes his muse away, how will he find the strength to go on?
A ghost story with a happy ending
After six months of resting, Kongpob returns to his norm CEO figure. He's embarking on a new project to build a contemporary art gallery located in the heart of Bangkok's commercial district of Wathhana. He's planning to initiate 'Young Beauty' program, hence allowing the gallery to acknowledge and embrace new talent undertaken by promising young artist from the Asian continent. The gallery's name 'Nouveau départ' is translated from the French word meaning 'Fresh Start'. He's so busy for a couple of days now and yet he'd spent fifty hours in the past ten days on his new project. Kongpob sat back in his seat to rest his soiled mind when his phone suddenly buzzed. He looked at the name that appeared on the screen before answered the phone. "Sawadee khrup, P' Bright"
"Oi-Kongpob, do you still alive? Let's hang out with your P' here. All of us are having lunch in a XXX restaurant near your company, come and meet us, ok? We'll wait for you " Bright exclaimed loudly in his ear make him distance his phone far from him. Kongpob pinched his bridge of his nose in exasperation "P', I'm really busy today. Can't we meet later?"
"Chia...Kongpob, you dare to turn down my invitation for lunch" Bright asked as he also didn't wait for an answer "Come down here, you dickhead" Bright said sternly to him.
Kongpob sighed as he tugged at the knot of his tie and shook his head. He wasn't up to talking – but then again, apparently he didn't have any further reason for isolating himself from other people. He walked down the street toward the restaurant. He chuckled slowly as he can see a group of similar face that he had been missing for several months. Kongpob pushed through the doors into the restaurant and the cooler air from the air conditioner hit him.
"Sawadee ka, P'" Kongpob 'wai' toward his seniors while sliding into the seat across from Knott. Bright who's sit beside him, clapped him on the shoulder with a soft smile "How are you? Just heard from N'Aim that you're back in the business"
"I'm fine, P' "
Bright, Knott, Prem and Toota exchange doubtful looks with each other. "Don't play dumb, N'Kong" Knott gave him an incredulous look "You're just loss your husband, our friend. You can't be fine." Besides people whose really know him, his enthusiastic in working has caused a speculation to circulated quickly that Kongpob had found himself a new 'muse'
"You make us worried about you, Nong" Prem said softly. It was totally out of P'Prem's character that he always showed during Kongpob's first year."But—I'm really fine, P'. P' Arthit didn't leave me, he always stays beside me in that house" Kongpob said with a genuine smile.
"What do you mean by that?" Bright, Knott, Prem and Toota gave their attention toward Kongpob, clearly waiting for an explanation when Kongpob's phone suddenly buzzed. "By the way, P'. I'll have some meeting with our important board of director regarding new program. I might need to take my leave first. I'm so sorry." Without waiting for their answer, Kongpob made a frantic hand motion that he hoped conveyed 'I have to take this' as he hurried out of that restaurant and started walking toward his company.
They are totally dumbfounded for a few moments before they heard Bright voice "Chia... that boy totally fucks up his life, isn't he?"
"What do you mean?" Toota asked with heavy sighed
"What? Didn't you hear what he's said just now? Something about Arthit didn't leave him and always stay beside him.. I mean, we all know the truth. Arthit is dead. Besides, have you see his phone just then?"
Knott seriously pondered over Bright's question before answered "That's wrong with Kongpob's phone"
Bright started fidgeting, he cleared his throat. "When Kongpob's phone buzzing on the table, I took a glance on his phone and I saw ...." Bright stopped for a while
"Saw what???" All of them said in unison
Bright totally dealing with his own bundle of nerves. His stomach was hurting to the point where it felt as if he had drunk expired milk "I saw Arthit's name popped up on his screen..." Bright give out a heavy sighed and landed soft smack dab on his face "I can't confirm, what I saw on his phone. Dude, I really wish that I'm wrong. But, if I'm correct, I think Arthit's death totally fuck up Kongpob's mind now. "
All of them drop in dead silence thinking about their junior.
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"P', breakfast is ready" Kongpob called in search of his 'sun'. He walked through the room, to see Arthit stand still, stunned staring at one of my newest painting featuring him. My heart beat faster with Arthit silence as the painting was supposed to be a surprise, Kongpob planned them for him next week. Did he not like it?
"When this going to happen, Kong?" Arthit asked while staring at the painting
Kongpob didn't dare to answer Arthit's question, maybe this is not a good plan. Kongpob unwillingness to answer his question makes Arthit turns his head and looked at his husband "When???"
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A/N: An epilogue!!!!!
Don't forget to push the like button if you enjoy this chapter and avoid from berate, if you don't like it. The quality of this storyline might be not too good compared to 'Sotus: my muse', this is because I didn't actually plan to make an epilogue, hence the plot that I build for this epilogue was done within 2-3 days only. So, the plot might be quite messy. I'm so sorry
