Take responsibility

Part 8

On the rental website, a post about renting a house was pushed to the top. The house had a good layout, a good location and was renting at a low price. In principle, it should be rented out soon, but it had been hanging there for five days.  It was not deleted and it was even pushed to the first post.

Busybodies couldn't resist their gossiping hearts. They clicked in and took a look. They found some interesting comments.

—— Fuck, this is my first time knowing that I need to answer questionnaires when I want to rent a place. If the answers did not meet the requirements of the landlord. He will not sign the contract. Fuck, if Old me had that effort, I would have already found another place to live in! No time to play with you!

—— The owner of the house is a white, clean, tall, thin beautiful teenager, but it seems like he has some mental problems, and it is more or less inconvenient to live with a man. I, this lady, better look for elsewhere!

—— There is so much love in the questionnaire! Unexpectedly the question was asking about opinions on a guy guy relationship. Could it be he is looking for a partner?! Ah, if only I was a man, I would take him down! That little waist was really fascinating! However, for the happiness, I will retire, baby, come and quickly get your tsundere ...

Arthit was not aware of the lively discussion at the internet... Because the thing he worried was about... Happened!

This Thursday morning, Arthit routinely used a pregnancy test when urinating. He, who had yet to wake up squinted his eyes at the stick and unconsciously threw the stick into the trash basket.

When he once again reacted, his eyes widened. He squatted beside the trash basket and looked carefully at the stick – two bars!!!

Unbelievable, Arthit ran out of the bathroom again to the bedroom to get the last pregnancy stick he had and squeezed out a little urine to test it – still two bars!!!

He sat on the toilet lid. He felt like weeping but there was no tear.

What will come had descended upon him. All the praying from before was useless! Thursday and Friday were spent in low spirit.

On the morning of Saturday, Arthit, for the very first time, woke up in the early morning. He turned over and over again. He just could not sleep. He rubbed his hands around his stomach, secretly counting his own money, the fifty thousand baht given by bastard and his savings. It looked like it could last him for six months...

It seemed like he would have to apply for a leave of absence with his superior because he could already foresee how he will spend the next three months.

Just thinking about it, he got out of bed with his mouth covered and ran to the bathroom.

"houk houk-" Arthit was almost fell to the ground in weakness. He was already having pregnancy reaction. This was really bad.

The doorbell rang suddenly. He wiped his mouth tiredly and dragged his feeble steps to open the door.

At the door stood a gentleman with neat attire and a pair of black-framed glasses on his nose. He said softly, "Mr. Rojnapat?"

Arthit was stunned and then he asked in doubt, "You are..."

"Oh, I've taken the liberty to bother you, I am a professor of Bangkok University, Rome Ronapee. I saw a post on the Internet saying that you want are renting a house..."

Mr Rome politely explained, "I know I should have called you in advance. Unfortunately, my phone was stolen the day before yesterday... Fortunately, I remembered your address and followed it according to my memory to find the place... I shouldn't have remembered wrongly?"