The unseen love

Chapter XXV -> Kongpob's past

Kongpob Pov

When I returned from the kitchen I felt nervous and uncomfortable, not so much because my past could upset Arthit that much but more because of the fact that I had to confront a lot of painful old memories that I had stacked as far away as possible. My P' had already sensed it, he sat on the couch tapping his lap, signaling it was now his turn to comfort me. It struck me how he could read my thoughts, knowing what I needed. I sat down feeling his embrace around me, while he wrapped us in the blanket around us, softly turning circles with his hand on my back before pressing my head against his neck, make yourself comfortable Kong, take as much time as you want, I'll just listen and spare my question until you are finished. He was really too kind, I snuggled a bit closer before starting. Don't hesitate to ask anything you want to know.

Kongpobs narration of his past

My life can be summarized as follows. Solitary yet not alone. What I mean with it? There have always been people around me, but yet I felt as if I was alone.

I was and still am the unwanted child. My parents were in the midst of their career and wanted to create a successful business. They were traveling a lot and though loved each other they absolutely didn't want a child. They wanted to first have a successful career. But somehow her anti conception pill didn't work. She had become pregnant. Her pregnancy was cause for her to decide to have an abortion and ik that way get rid of this "problem" inside her. But when she went to the clinic the press found out. By then they were already quite famous entrepreneurs so the story caused a massive scandal that securely hurt their business. People boycotted the airline and to avoid a bankruptcy they had to make a public apology and ensure the baby, I, would not be killed but allowed to be born in peace and one piece. It is not to say she really cared though, throughout the pregnancy she drunk and smoked like she always did and she maintained her figure-friendly but baby-hating diet na matter what the doctor would tell her. Afraid to lose her good figure she decided to let me born through a Caesarian cut.

As soon as I was born and named something that roughly translated would equate to unwanted curse. Only under pressure from my then still living grandmother was the name changed into what it is now. But she was ill already soon after I was born she died. I never knew her.

I was since then on raised by a nanny, though she cared I missed something in my life, people in school were friendly but just liked me because of my money. My parents were always traveling for their job. They sent me huge amounts of money which I stored on my bank account. One thing I had learned from the nanny was how to be careful with money. I lived a very moderate life. Though I could reside at the family Estate I preferred the small mansion in the middle of the forest. So even though I and my parents were rich I lived a very moderate and low key life, shutting myself away from my parents and other people. I was lonely, though my nanny was always there doing whatever she could she couldn't be my mother, she really cared but never would be my real mother. Nevertheless she spares no effort for me in her life serving, helping, teaching and parenting me as much as she could.

But times went on and when the family business had stabilized and their imperium had been pieced together they slowed their schedules and more often came to the estate forcing me to attend their family dinners. But never did I escape the shadow of being unwanted. When I was 10 my mom got pregnant as did she when I was 12. A sister and brother were born, they were spoiled massively, treated with all love they could muster. But I was treated as the unwanted child who had nearly ended their careers. I distanced myself from my family. Not living in the estate with my parent and siblings. The latter came to visit me but my parents never did. When time progressed they also stayed away from me. Once my father told me If you want to see us then come to the estate. But my visits felt like more like audiences. So I scaled their intensity down to 3 a year. Their birthdays and wedding anniversary. Christmas and new year I just wouldn't visit. I would celebrate together with my nanny and her family or just be alone. For me my nanny felt more like a family than anything else while being alone was more like the reality of my life.