Choice

Chapter 9

KONGPOB'S POV.

I was busy typing my assignment when a soft knock was heard. My mother came in; carried a tray with a plate of biscuits and a glass of milk on it.

"Still doing your homework? It's late,"

"Just a little bit more and I'll continue tomorrow, Mae."

I smiled to her before sipping the milk. I had decided to stay in my parents' house for a little while. My dorm or his will only make me missing him even more. She reached out her hand to my head; caressing my hair like she had always did.

"What is it?" she asked.

"What is what, Mae?"

"You... look distraught," she continued to speak before I could reply her. "It's fine if you aren't ready to tell me. Just don't lie to me for the sake of not wanting me to worry about you. Because that will make me even more worried,"

I got up and went beside her —hugging her for comfort. Mothers were always had this special power. Their instincts were just so sharp and the comfort and warmth that they offered were irresistible.

"Just doing some thinking," I spoke softly.

"Thinking about what?"

I looked up to see her face. How do I even tell her? If I told her the whole truth, will she be able to smile to me like she did now? Will she be disappointed with me loving a man? Will the hands that had always been patting me, slap me on the face instead? With the problem I had in my relationship now, I did not think P'Arthit would appreciate me blabbered to my parents about us.

Jup.

The kiss between my brows brought me out of my reverie. The fingers did not stop from playing with my hair.

"Your brain cells might stop working if you're thinking that intense. And that frown on your face make you look ugly,"

"But a mother has always adore her children no matter how ugly they are, right?" I countered back her statement which made she pinched both of my cheeks. I whimpered a bit but letting her to pinch it.

She fondly staring to my face, cracking my wall a bit. I knew she was waiting for me to consult to her with my problem without directly voicing out her intention.

Well... I'm not gonna lie but I could try to dance around a little bit.

"It's just that... someone that I know is having a problem with his boyfriend," I started.

She was keeping mum her voice from interrupting me the whole time I was telling her about my tale. Telling her from the time we got together to the current situation, of course without revealed about the fact that it was me. She seemed to ponder for a bit after I finished with my story.

"So this someone that you know had broken up with the boyfriend?"

"They aren't breaking up! Just having a break," I raised my voice a little bit without I realized. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to..."

"It's okay, son. Hurrmm..." she was humming her thoughts, probably trying to find the right advice for this.

"Do you think this person is actually in a phase?"

"What phase?" I did not really understand her question.

"Confusing his sexuality? Maybe he is just admiring the senior and mistaken it as love?"

"Mae... if the senior is a woman, not a man... will the question be the same? Or this is only occurs just because he loves a man?"

She went silent at my rhetorical question. I guessed it was a good call for telling her as 'someone that I know' rather than came out to her completely. She appeared to be composed, probably relieved that it was not me in that situation. If she knew how wrong can she be, she might go berserk.