More Than Words Book III: More Than Love

Chapter 25

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Arthit rings the bell for the second time, tapping his right foot impatiently as he tries to hold on to the million food packets in his hand. The door opens and he is greeted by a woman and he blinks in confusion.

"Welcome, Khun Arthit. Get inside."

She smiles and holds the door open wider. Oh. "Sawadee khrab," he bows and enters the flat finally recognising Kongphob's sibling.

"'wadee kha," She nods and shuts the door behind. "Khun-"

"Call me P'Mint. It's okay." She extends her hand for the food parcels, "let me take some of those." Arthit hands some of them over and then notices the strangers behind her sitting on the couch and the single seat in front of the TV.

"P' who is it-" Kongphob comes asking out in the hallway and sees Arthit. "Hey, P'Arthit." Kongphob halts in his steps. Kongphob's smile is not that different from his older sister but it is the one that relaxes him. He had received a text earlier from Kongphob asking him to pick up as much food as he could and Arthit had on the way back from his office but he had been puzzled. Kongphob never ate much. All the guests at his place now explain it( but not that bit why he is there too.)

"I got the-" He raises his hands to show the packets in his hands, "There's pad krapow moo sap, gaeng keow wan kai, yam nua and ... nom yen?" He ends it a little hesitantly. Apparently, all the aroma and listing what he has bought catches the strangers' attention. Both the men get off the sofa and walk towards the dining area where P'Mint is setting up the rest of the dishes. Kongphob takes the nom yen paper cup holders from his hand.

"Thank you, P'Arthit. For doing this on such a short notice." Kongphob leans down and pecks him on the right cheekbone and turns around and is rapidly conversing with his sister something in Thai and perhaps, Korean as he walks towards her. 

"Are yo- yeah, sure. You're welcome." Arthit says quietly and drops his empty hands, unsure of what to do with them now.

"Aren't you hungry?" Kongphob asks over his shoulder.

"Yeah. Yeah, I am," Arthit trails after him.

"Won't you introduce us?" The taller of the two stranger men asks. "A friend?" His smile is very courteous. Arthit can't tell if he is trying to insinuate anything else. Arthit has other things to be worried about. He looks at Kongphob who is busy peeling off the sealing on the nom yen cup. The other stranger who is perhaps just as tall if not even taller stops rummaging in the fridge and looks up towards, suddenly interested.

Kongphob turns to look at Arthit. "We are-," he begins and falters. Arthit's heart sinks a little. "We are... just ... us." Us. Arthit is okay with that.

"Hi, I am Firstclass. This ill-mannered nong's older brother." He extends his hand for a shake. Arthit grabs it smiles this time.

"Hello. I am Arthit."