LOVE SICK : The Chaotic Lives of Blue Shorts Guys

CHAPTER 37 : LEAVE THEM TO CHANCE

It’s a little over midnight by the time I arrive at the Phumipat Mansion. I park my motorcycle in front of the alloy gate which is shut so tightly, leaving me clueless as to how I’ll be able to get through. In front of me lies a huge mansion covered in darkness. There’s only one window still brightly lit. I recognize that window and I know it very well.

I stand in my spot staring at Phun’s window. Then I let out a long exhale because I don’t even know what the owner of said window is feeling right now. Is he in shock with what he had seen? Or, is he furious with me for allowing him to find out the truth in the worst way possible?

“Fucking idiot…” I curse at myself as I bang on the motorcycle’s handlebar, feeling pissed off. I shouldn’t have let things turn out this way. If only I had the guts to tell Phun about this myself, then he probably wouldn’t feel this miserable. At the very least, he might’ve realized that I would be there for him.

Instead, I let him discover this by himself and he was forced to flee as if he has no one else left at all.

I stare at the window that is still lit up. I feel conflicted because I desperately want to go in and explain everything to him. But at the same time, I’m too afraid to even ring the doorbell. I pray that Phun will see me standing here looking anxious, but it doesn’t seem like he has any plans to walk up to the window at all.

That problematic iPhone is weighing a ton inside my pants pocket like it’s begging me to use it in order to redeem itself. I hesitate for a moment before I grab the phone and make the call.

“It’s wonderful enough that we are friends

Even though we can only be in the same vicinity

That person probably won’t mind

It can’t be helped that you fell in love with that person first

I keep having to hide everything

So that you cannot see them from my eyes”

Phun is still using the same ringback tone from before. (Except now I know what song this is thanks to Ngoi who was listening to this in the clubroom the other day.) Unlike the last time, I am listening to this song repeating over and over several times. At this point, it feels unlikely that he will answer the call.

I keep dialing again and again without surrendering. I know how annoying it can be to have people keep calling you when you’re in no mood to talk to them. But I honestly don’t want Phun to misunderstand this situation the entire night,

That ringback tone continues to play in my ear until I glance over to see a shadow of bedroom’s owner by the window. Phun stands there and looks at me and then my phone tells me that I received a text message.

‘Please let me be alone for a while. I’ll call you later.’

Sender : Phun Stu. Counc.

So is there anything else I should be doing…other than giving him the space just as he requested?

***

It’s Saturday and I woke up with a huge hangover since I got real wasted when I got home the previous night. I didn’t even care how exhausted I was. My damn friends sure love me because they kept pouring for me nonstop. And even after we polished off a bottle of vodka and a crate of beer, they decided that they didn’t have enough and rode on the motorcycle to buy a bottle of rice whiskey to mix with Red Bulls, sweet syrup and club soda to create a punch made from hell. In the end, Knott and Per couldn’t keep up. They threw up and passed out on the floor. Keng, Dong, Khom and Rodkeng slept on the sofa that is sitting in front of the TV. Palm, Phong, Em, Ken and I were all tangled up and slept on the carpet in front of the sofa. As for Om?