Real Love

The Dads (Phichit & Ruang Sak )

Phichit Kongthanin's POV:

"Dude. What's with the face?" I ask as soon as Ruang Sak walks in.

"What face? There's no face. This is my face." He says.

"Really? Mulan? It must be bad if you're quoting Disney." I laugh.

"Screw you Phichit!" He yells.

"No thank you. Last I checked we both still do chicks." I mock.

"Ass."

"Yep." I admit.

"But we've been best friends for years, so you already know that." I say grabbing two beers from the fridge.

"I messed up with the boys." He admits opening the bottle.

"When I went to see how the furnishing was going they were there. Not only that, they were angry. Turns out the house wasn't staged, Pha had been meticulously picking the pieces to go in it." He explains.

"That's OK. We can fix this. We'll just get the old furniture back." I tell him.

"We can't. Who knows where that stuff is now? Since I thought it was just there for looks I told the movers they could have it. I only know for sure where one piece is and thankfully it's the one Yo demands be returned." He says glancing behind me.

"No. Please don't say it. I love this chair." I whine throwing my body over the chair in question.

"And so does your son. Apparently it's his favorite." He says.

"Fine." I pout.

Damn parental obligations.  If that boy were a stranger I'd say suck it!

"But you owe me another chair." I tell him.

"I'm sorry Phichit." He says holding the bottle up.

"I'm not mad. We should have asked first. It was both of our faults, it's just that you got caught. Do you remember what any of it looked like?" I ask.

"I don't." He whines as he sits heavily.

"Well, all of the furniture we picked was with our boys in mind so maybe they'll like it." I say hopefully.

"And worst comes to worst, we can give them money to replace everything. That sounds fair doesn't it?" I ask trying to make him feel better, after all it is partly my fault too.

"You go get changed and I'll make dinner OK?" I ask.

"Thanks man." He says as he heads out.

"A fabulous chair. One that massages." I demand making him laugh.

"Yeah, yeah." He says raising his beer to me.

"At least five speeds." I continue.

"I'm not joking." I call out as he heads for his bedroom.

Ruang Sak and I have been best friends since high school. We were there for each other through marriages, births, deaths, and divorces. After our boys left home we moved in together. Why did we both need obnoxiously large houses to live in alone? We didn't, so I sold mine and moved in with him. It's nice. We each have our own wing but we share the common areas.

It helps stave off the loneliness.

Both of us will probably never remarry. My divorce was enough to ruin that for me and Ru can't get over his wife. I can understand why though, they were perfect together.

It's my turn to make dinner so I head into the kitchen to see what we have. Unfortunately no matter how many times I check the fridge, no actual food appears.