What If: KongpobArthit

Making Promises

A/N: As what I mentioned in the previous chapter, please mind the reminders.

You know that Kongpob is twisted, here, and expect this chapter to be just that.

So...yeah. Enjoy? ( ´ ▽ ' )ﾉ

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The truth came out from my own mouth while I was still having an internal debate if I had the same definition of the word with everyone else, however needless to say, it was the truth.

"Kongpob? Are you sure?" She nearly dropped the glass of wine she was holding when I answered yes.

My sister was about to say more but she got interrupted by the ringing of my phone.

"Excuse me, I have to take this." I walked away without waiting for her response since taking the call was my priority at the moment.

"Hello?"

"Took you awhile," Said he from the other line.

"Sorry, we just finished dinner and Kannika was asking me things."

"Oh, sorry 'bout that. Anyway I have some updates here, want me to read it to you or I'll just email it?"

"Nah, you can tell me now. This line is secured so no worries."

"Okay then..."

"P'Arthit's psychiatrist recommended him into another one. She couldn't handle him anymore and she was already talking about bringing him into a facility. His family refused, obviously, because they thought he is not that yet severe."

"Really now? But what did P' do this time?"

"He keep on telling them that Arthit is not his name."

Chuckling at that information, the other line continued.

"He keep on repeating that his name is Pet and not Arthit."

Oh boy, this night couldn't be more perfect than it already is.

Seven weeks ago

"Mom,"

"Dad,"

They gazed to my direction at the same time granting the attention I called for. My father had this calm expression on his face while he slowly chew his bacon. Unlike Dad, Mom was curious. She raised her eyebrow asking me for the details I paused to give.

In our household, it was normal to have this kind of breakfast. Quiet and calm. No morning talks or whatever, no catching up, nothing at all. Just a peace ambiance for the first part of the day.

"I have something to say to the both you," I continued. The seriousness of my tone made my parents and my siblings drop whatever they were eating and gave me their full attention. Although P'Shaun, our big brother, looked away after he realized what I was about to say. My twin sister, Kannika, almost laughed but she held it in. I, too, fought so hard not to grin when I saw my parents' faces.

There was a reason why my family did not like to chat in the morning and what I was about to do was one of them. Everyone needed to start their day in a peaceful manner to conserve the energy we required to survive the rest of it. We, at least, hoped not to be disturb until we were about to step out of our home. It was a mutual understanding, yet here I was, already making my father and mother tense.

"What did you do this time, Kongpob?" Mom asked in a frustrated tone after realizing that it was yet again another trouble. I knew she was pissed off about something she didn't know yet but her motherly instincts were kicking in. That was one of the things I adore about her, she could be the monster anyone never knew of but at the same time, she was the kindest mother we could only have once for a lifetime. My father, however, looked like he was about to kick me, literally.