0062 X Pink Milk | Completed |

He Returned

" Prachaya junior,"

My father started as he let a scoff out and I could hear he was hiding his anger. I didn't see him from where I stood, but somehow I could tell he was sipping on his cigar behind his perfectly polished oak desk, like he always do.

'' Your father was a great man you know. He was like a brother to me,"

He continued as I heard him blow, The room was silent except from my father's voice. Singto was so silent he barely breathed, trying to be careful on not pissing my father more than he already was. Singto placed his hands on his knees, listening to my father in respect.

"And since he has passed, I've raised you as my own sun, as my own flesh and blood," he added as I heard him breath in once more.

I leaned against the wall as I took a step closer to the door for a better view of Singto. There he was sitting on my father's leather couch with his black tuxedo.

"I know sir, and I'm honored,"

Singto answered, making me roll my eyes as I heard his reply.

There's nothing to be honored of...Taking care of Singto was the least thing my father could do after he send his brother, as he call him, to a life-threatening mission. That he saw Singto as his own sun was nothing but bullshit.

Singto has been doing his dirty work all this time...He's been a slave in many ways. My father's men were glad they weren't his right hand like Singto, which was Singto's father before he died.

Since Mr. Prachaya's death, my father raised Singto, that part was true. Though, he didn't raise him like he raised me. Singto was learned to murder and he has been loosen it many times. He's been close to loose his humanity, haven't I been there to tell him what's right or wrong, or remind him to the person he really was. To the person I loved...We've grown up with each other.

I've always been there, both near and far. Though, I've never seen him as my brother, just a really close person. In fact, the only person I could rely on. I've been tortured with my father's rule. No men was good enough for me. At least it's what's his logic says. But, I know Singto was the right guy.

I knew it from the first moment I saw him enter our house with teary eyes after he's been told his father's death. We were only 10 back then...I wouldn't let my father's will keep us from each other. Then my father's chuckle made me snap back from my thoughts. Singto and I were one.

I heard him blow, and now I could see the faint smoke surround Singto.

"Then why did you break my rules? Though you, unlike my men, had only one single rule you had to follow, yet you choose to break it. You know my Son isn't a toy right?"

He spat the word; toy, offensively. If he wasn't so blind or to freaking mindfucked, he would've realized he was the only one thinking that I was a god damn toy.

"I'm aware of that sir. He's an intelligent, beautiful and just an incredible lad,''

Singto answered making me smile and warm.

"So why did you plant his head full with your nonsense. We both no, you can't love him,"

My father raised his voice. Feeling my rage rise, I kept inhaling and exhaling to calm down.

"No sir. I do love him,"

Singto replied making my feet flutter from the ground in happiness. A sudden grip on my arm, made me jump and have a heart attach. Gasping for air, I turned my head and saw one of my father's men.