The high-rise buildings was line up in rows amidst of the darkness, standing in the dense night with neon light flashing, Singto stood in front of the landing window of his top floor office with a cigarette in his hand. He was silent for a long time, only overlooking at the flow of people and the roaring cars underneath him.
Although he was not addicted to smoking, he still started smoking when he was a teenager. However, in the past years, Kit did not liked it so he quitted.
In the two years after Kit's died, he was depressed and dispirited. He grew addicted to the tobacco and drank all day, ignoring the world. He only gradually came out of the shadow of losing his lover after more than a year.
A cigarette burned from the top to the tip of his finger. He glanced at a pile of documents on the wide desk and went back to resuming his work on his desk. The desk was filled with all kinds of documents and he calmly gave all kinds of accurate instructions with concentration.
Every day he will use all his energy and his highest standards to complete his work. Clean and neat like a machine, his handsome face was occupied by coldness and he was unsmilling.
Singto's most anticipated thing every day was to go home, where there were everything about his and Krist's entanglements and intersections as well as their lovely child.
The black Bentley shuttled in the setting sun, along the winding road to the suburban villas.
He took off his suit coat and hung it on the shelf beside the porch. Singto went straight to the baby's room on the second floor.
Once he entered, the warm orange wallpaper covered the entire of the room. On the floor lay with velvet carpet were all kinds of toys that babies will love. In the middle, there was an exquisite and unique baby wooden bed, the 6 months old baby Fiat had been sleeping quietly in it.
Singto walked lightly to the baby's bed, lifted the breathable silk curtain hanging on the bed, and looked down at him.
Unlike the wrinkled face first seen in the incubator, baby Fiat's face had long grown and his skin was white and tender akin to the shell of an egg and people dared not touch him with the softest touch.
He seemed to have just been taken care of and fed by Auntie Mint. He held one hand into a small fist and the other hand had two fingers in his mouth. His cherry-like lips were pursed and his face looked satisfied.
Singto pamperedly tapped at his son's ruddy little face with his fingers. Baby Fiat was very quiet and his nosetrils gently folded. His warm breath sprayed on his hand and this touched at Singto's inner softness.
After helping his son tidy up the quilt, Singto got up and left, walking towards the room at the end of the corridor.
This room was specially prepared for Krist by Singto. It had all the medical equipment needed by Krist. The whole room was like a small ICU ward.
Krist lay in the spacious and soft hospital bed, his small and most of his beautiful face was covered by an oxygen mask. His eyes were closed and he seemed to fall asleep.
Time flew. It had been six months since Fiat Pattadon Reungroj was born. Although Krist had escaped from the danger, he showed no signs of awakening and his various functions were slow and weak. He needed all kinds of delicate medical machines to maintain the movement of life.
Although Krist was unconscious, Singto could not bear for him to lie alone in the cold hospital. He spent a lot of energy in arranging a ward at home and took Krist home. He personally took care of Krist with all his heart, every day he will wipe his body with the warm water, every two or three days he always washes his hair and every two weeks he will cut his nail and accompany him every night.
