The Short Stories 2

Dirty Little Secret (Part 3)

Hi everyone, this is the continuation of Dirty Little Secret shirt story under #TheEclipseLove series. Update will be a little bit slow because I am not used with the arrangement and keyboard of my new phone. I typed slower than previously. Hope you guys enjoy.

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[Third person's POV]

Two months prior to Pitcher's death;
Arthit had arrived at the mentioned bar. He paid the cab fare and took his sweet time to get off his ride. He was going to meet someone that he really had no intention to even hear his name being mention. It was Pitcher. He had received a text from an unknown number claiming to be Pitcher. At first he just wanted to ignore the text, but small part of his heart was screaming for him to go and meet that person. The only reason he even considered to go was Kongpope. I need to talk about Kongpope - the text stated.

Even before Kongpope existence in his life, Arthit already had a bad blood with Pitcher. To everyone surprised, both of them were best buddies before something happened which cut off the ties between them. However, the fact that Pitcher was the husband of his 0062, made him hate Pitcher even more. Husband. Yes, Kongpope was married to that bastard. How bitter it might have sounded, Arthit still finding it difficult to accept the ugly reality.

Arthit walked into the bar without paying attention to the people in and out of the place. Through the crowd, he looked for that person. He was half an hour late but he didn't find the need to hassle for that man. He was the one that wanted to see me, remarked Arthit. If that person really wanted to meet him then he should wait for him patiently. After a few time scanning, he didn't find the one he searched. Feeling furious being stood up like this, Arthit stomped to the counter to at least have a few drinks before heading to his flat. Arthit took a seat and ordered a pint of beer.

"Don't you have a watch?" The sudden voice coming next to him drew Arthit's attention. It was Pitcher.

Finally felt satisfied able to piss off that man, Arthit pulled a smirk on his face without even put an effort to look at the guy. "Well, you should be thankful that I didn't stand you up." Arthit crackled.

"I should have never came, Ai'Oon. But since it is about Kongpope, then I am all ears. What is it that you desperately want to tell me? Couldn't you just tell me through texts or calls?" Pitcher bottomed up his vodka.

"Wait for a second. You are the one who asked me to come here. You should be thankful that I even show up. If it wasn't about Kongpope, then I wouldn't even think of coming." Arthit sounded off.

"Excuse me, Sir. Are you Khun Arthit and Khun Pitcher?"

The sudden interruption from the bartender put their bickering into a time out. Both of them nodded to the question that was being asked to them.

"These drinks are for both of you, Sir. The one who bought you these drinks had left a message as well." The bartender forwarded the drinks and a piece of paper.

I don't know what kind of bad blood both of you had in the past, but right now I want both of you to talk to each other.
From: Kongpope

Arthit and Pitcher fluttered their eyelids in disbelieved. They were being set up by Kongpope. Pitcher hissed and sip on the given beer. How smart was his husband, Pitcher quipped. Arthit on the other hand, still held that piece of paper inside his hand. Why do you want me to make up with him? What you are up to, 0062?

"Do you still mad at me?" Pitcher made the first step to warm up things between them. Arthit just glanced at the end of his eyes.

"It was almost 15 years already, Ai'Oon. Couldn't you just get over it?" Pitcher talked in the nicest way possible.