Positive he would never marry himself, Apo believed he was a gifted Matchmaker. Please follow along with me on another Jane Austen novel adaptation.
Jane Austen wrote Emma in 1815, it, like her other Novels, is considered the greatest Romance...
I intended to publish this chapter on Thursday. It was an accident that I hit the publish icon today. Doesn't matter really. I hope you enjoy. I'll try to be more consistent in the future. Duh!
Each night he'd look out his window and across the street. He'd done this so many times over his life, he couldn't count.
Wai had always been there. Coming and going, work and weekends. He never had strangers there. There weren't cars or men coming and going in the night.
It was different this time. All of the garden lights at Wai's were on, but, the garage door and drive gate stayed closed. Life without Wai was so much more desolate than he ever dreamed.
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Even Wan's chatter didn't phase him after Temple. Apo sat quietly and watched as they all played cards and sipped on green tea.
Fern could see that Apo had withdrawn. He floated in a sea of drudgery and glum blue.
From the very first day, when she left the Techaapaikhun home for her own married one, she had been working to one end. To fill in the lonely space she knew her leaving would create. She knew when she accepted Titon's proposal of marriage that she would be leaving Apo. It was her only regret. He, in so many ways, was the child she always wanted. Her own inner maternal instincts longed for such a boy. She loved him as though he were hers. Like any mother would be, his happiness was more important than her own.
Titon knew this about her, it was part of what made him love her. She told him from the start that she would never neglect Apo, he would always be her heart's priority. Until she knew he was in the hands of someone that would love and guard him with their life. She would not rest. There was only one person she would trust with this task, and, so far, nothing in her plan had come to fruition. Quite the opposite, things may have gotten tangled beyond repair. "Is there something I can do to unweave this mess?"
Apo was sitting in a chair that Wai always sat in and, had for years. She saw him there, it was as if he was keeping it warm for his missing friend. Fern tapped his shoulder and asked if she could pour him some tea or get him a cold drink.
He turned and looked up behind himself, his voice was monotone. "No thank you P'Fern."
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Apo's father told Fern about Apint's complaint. Mr Techaapaikhun didn't say that he knew why Wai was in a bad frame of mind. Although he took great pains in telling her how Apo was struggling and seemed very unhappy.
What she did know was that Wai talked to Apo's father like he was his own. The old man was where he turned to for advice in business.
She wondered if Wai would also rely on Mr Techaapaikhun for things to do with his heart.
She called Apint. It started out with small talk, the weather, the brood of sons and their health. Eventually, she got to the matter.
