Untamed Hearts

Can we forget??

Arthit places the reheated food on the table and looks upstairs debating the same question again and again should I go to kongpob's room asking for dinner or not.

It is past dinner time and Kongpob has still not come out of his room. Mr. Neol had left hours ago for his business meeting, even then his son had not come down to say bye.

Neol had called Arthit yesterday requesting if he could stay with Kongpob for a day as he had an important meeting which he can't afford to skip as all his workers' livelihood depend on it.

After Neol left, Arthit changed into a white T-shirt and dark trackpants he had brought and got emerged in his study and projects. He was so engrossed in the work that he only got hold of time when his mother called him like everyday asking if he had dinner or not.

" Kongpob!! Dinner is ready. Aren't you coming down??"

Arthit calls over after giving a rap but when there is still no reply for minutes, he grabs the knob of the door only to found it unlocked. He gently pushes the door open getting inside the room.

It is the first time he has entered Kongpob's safe haven. The set up of the room is simple and a tad bit identical to his dorm.. Just a more vast and colourful. The walls are painted in ocean blue, giving away a calm vibes which kinda suits his Kongpob's nature. While walls of his room are swimming in posters, photos, framed certificates, these blue babies are barren except a single framed photo of Mr. Neol and a lady, who has same set of kind eyes like Kongpob, posing in their wedding attire. Both are dressed in white looking a pair made in heaven. Arthit remembers the time when he had gone to Neol's room while looking for Kongpob's case file. The man had a whole wall filled with photos and snapshots of his wife and son, much like Arthit. A little kong playing with plushie is the most adorable one.

In name of furniture, there is a queen size bed, a study table, a closet, and a small wooden shelf overriding with novels from various genere Science, Non fiction, biography and many more. It didn't surprised him as he himself had seen how much Kongpob likes to read. There are also some DVDs stacked but Arthit couldn't read the name as he is still at the doorstep.

Getting further inside, Arthit bend down to pick up some white sheets strewn all over the floor and a gasp left him seeing it's a rough sketch of him and Asnee. He collects all the pages and finds that all of them are drawing of him or his son. A hope rises in him that may be just may be there is still some chance for them. That may be Kongpob misses him the same way he is missing him. Grabbing all drawings, he puts them in the drawer and heads to his left to the large glass door much like his. A drizzle has started once again, little droplets slapping against the transparent panel and the floor making noises.

With intention to close the door, he walks up to the patio door and stills. His heart races seeing the little drops wetting the familiar broad shoulders. There is Kongpob standing against the iron grills, his back to Arthit, shoulders slumped as he is busy gazing at the night sky.

It has been weeks since Arthit has last seen Kongpob as the other has not taken single step out of his home after coming back from the hospital. His son was devastated when he realised that his Kop is not coming to kiss him bye. Asnee is currently with Namtan, his mom as in 1-2 week she has to leave for a month long business tour. So, she wanted to spend some quality time with her son.

Kongpob is looking at the sky covered in dark clouds painting a bleak potrait like his life, absence of any silver lining. The cold breeze is a nice change from the bone melting heat, Bangkok is facing. But every thing seems so...so meaningless...so painful, and desolate. He feels like he is back to square one, back to time he had first came from USA. He feels like a failure, his life seems empty....taking each breath seems like a bone crunching hard work.