Look only to Me

Scene 12

A/N : Just one more chapter, guys! I don't know whether I feel happy or sad ending this story. But I already start preparing another ff! ^^/

"Italic" means dialogue from the script.

It's in Krist POV na~

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Krist doesn't know how he could bring himself back to his apartment. He found himself staring blankly to the laptop's screen. He has a huge folder especially made containing all of his photos with his friends.

Click.. click.. click.. he moved the mouse and the cursor dance on the screen. He clicked the button to let the image to change to one and another. He looks at it one by one, especially when there was a picture of him and P' Sing. He had to scroll down so deep to find many of them. The recent one.. how can it be so scarce?

..it's really been so long since they had a photo taken together. Krist is feeling guilty because he didn't realize it. The life goes on. He has many friends.. and he wonders since when it became the normal thing to do to just say hi to the older man? Since when he stops seeking him?

He stares, and stares. He compiles all of their photo together to another folder and then look at it one by one, observing. Each one of them.. he can see it. the way P' Sing look at him. the way they look together.

A lone tear falls down to his cheek.

Just like he told me.. He look only to me while I stare straight ahead.

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Right now, Krist is sitting dazedly on the sofa inside his parents' house. His schedule allowed him to spend the rest of this weekend with his family. He can faintly hear his mother being busy in the kitchen. His father busy inside his office, wrapping unfinished business. His brother has a date and won't be back until late at night and his sister is getting ready for an outing with her friends. He guesses his grandpa is snoring away inside his bedroom, waiting for the day to be over and dinner to be served. And his grandma..

"Kit." He jolted in surprise as his grandma suddenly appear beside him. He blinks for a few times and then smiles sheepishly.

"Khun Yay. Here, let me help you sit beside me." He said, reaching for the wrinkled hand as he stand to help her sit.

"You're not sleeping?" Khun Yay asked him with her soft voice. He shook his head and after sitting together, he clasped her hand.

"It's better for me to chat with you." He pasted on a smile. Khun Yay nodded as if she agreed but then look at him with her wise eyes.

"I see that you have something bothering you." She tells him.

"There's not-" his words stopped as he wants to deny, but he thinks better. "Yes, Khun Yay. I was just thinking about P' Sing." He decided to confess.

"P' Sing?" Khun Yay tried to recalled. "Sing.. Sing.. Ah. Singto." She remembered, nodding her head with a small smile on her lips.

"That polite young man." She remarked. Krist blinked at her. She remembers P' Sing's name and even knows how he is behaving. It's rare for her to do so as she is already getting too old, moreover to think she can tell him about his friends.

"Yes, Khun Yay. P' Singto. You remember him." that elicited a laugh from her. She pats her thigh in amusement.

"Of course. He is such a kind man, always takes care of you; pick you up and take you home even late at night, driving you around. You used to talk about him. Ah. How come he never visit again? He always come to chat with me for a while whenever he visit."