Sotus: Hiraeth [Complete]

14.Hiraeth

Arthit

" How do you want our first date to be ? " Arthit asked.

" Cozy and private "  was Kong's instant answer.

Arthit smiled " as you wish "

He took Kongpob to his penthouse apartment. It had nice view of night sky. Kongpob smiled seeing night lights.

" It's your home, isn't it ? " he asked.

" No, my home is your apartment, it's a house we own . "

" You  own. "

" I'm yours Ai Kong. Everything That belongs to me automatically belongs to you "

" You are crazy and don't say for only you, cuz it would be cheesy as hell"

" But it's true. By the way you are resting your voice, don't talk too much okay." Arthit chided him lovingly.

Kong just shrugged. " Give me a tour of our house."

" Yeah" Arthit led him to first room on left

" You brought me to bedroom first ? "

" Yep, because its most important room of the house " Arthit smiled in mischief as he marched up to him

" Don't you even think about - "

Arthit threw him on bed , I have mirror placed here exactly like we have in our apartment, right infront of bed. "

" So ?"

" Wanna put it to use ? " Arthit wiggled his eyebrows suggestively.

" Shut up , remember what sook said no hanky Panky. "

" Don't jinx it " Arthit made a face. His mobile rang at right time ' dimwit Soot' flashed on his screen

" You really jinxed it Ai Kong " Arthit said stepping out if the room to take the call.

Kongpob

Kong looked around,everything in the room was luxurious and screamed of riches but it still looked dull to Kong. There was almost no sign of a living, breathing person living here. Room had almost no sense of individuality or personal touch , it was like a hotel room, he got no homely feeling. How could he ? Arthit always stayed at his apartment.

He wandered a bit Something caught his eye - a folder or say an album, drawer of his bedside table was half open, a shimmering object caught his eye. Kong opened the drawer, it indeed was an album.

Kongpob took it out and opened it, on first page there was  first ever article Kong published in international journal.Kong caressed the pages- where did Arthit get that ? He flipped the page - there were every single article that Kong ever got published in journal as an author or co-author. Even Kong didn't have copy of all of them at home. Kong raised his brow seeing the small strip of paper in clearly Arthit's handwriting " my genius doctor "

He flipped next page it held newspaper cuttings of Kongpob. Kong was awestruck seeing a cutting that had just his name mentioned in it - it was almost fifteen years old. He was part of winning team. Arthit had underlined his name in news.  Kong flipped the page-  all the page was filled with newspaper cuttings from Kong's footballer era. ' my very own Messi ' Arthit had drawn a winking emoji too.

" Kong...., Ai Kong " Arthit's voice fell on his ear. He quickly threw the folder in drawer and stood straight dusting his sleeves and coat, few seconds later Arthit's  form appeared at door, he leaned on the door frame

" yes? ".

"I'm sorry to make you shout, please text if you need something. I have something to do, I'll be back in ten. Okay? " Kong nodded.