Married A Stranger

CHAPTER 3

Gulf left the car and his husband to take his plane, he wasn't happy to do so but he had no excuses to stay with him. The kiss he gave him was unexpected, it wasn't long but it was actually intense, he told him to not cheat on him, thinking about it they were truly married and if one of them went with someone else it would be indeed cheating. "Gulf!" he heard when he was in line at the gate. Fuck. Run and Boat. He totally forgot about them. "Where the hell have you been? We tried to call you a thousand times" his cellphone was still off, he haven't turned it on since he woke up. "Looks like you had fun with that man you picked up last night" Boat laughed "Oh my God! You did had fun. Wait but did you do it? With a stranger? Who topped?" Run was the most nosy kid he had ever met. "Him" Gulf simply answered and Boat and Run stared at each other with wide eyes "So. You. Really?" Gulf wanted to talk with his friends but he didn't want to tell them about the marriage "Welcome to the bottom world then, I can give you great -"
"Run please shut up. Are you okay? I was afraid you were murdered" Boat and Run are two opposites that happened to be friends since childhood, them and Gulf met back in elementary school and never separated. "It surely was a wild night" Gulf giggled a little "You're hiding something" nothing could escape his friends' sixth sense "Did you tell him you love him already? You're that kind of hopeless romantic when you drink too much"
"Run! For God's sake, stop spitting nonsense, why do you care about superficial stuff when he could've been robbed or kidnapped?" watching his friends argue has always made Gulf laugh and forget about his worries. He would've gone back to his life, see his parents and chill with friends, the stranger husband thing didn't have to touch him.

But it did. He looked at the ring still on his finger wondering what the man was doing, he didn't tell him where he was headed, he was married but didn't know the surname or the adress of his spouse, he didn't know in which city did he live or how old was he. If something happened to him in that months the one deciding for his sake was his husband but how could he trust a stranger?
The moment he turned on his phone hundreds of notifications appeared on the screen, but in the middle of his friends' calls, instagram and twitter there was a missed call of a number he didn't have registered, from that same morning, and something that made his heart skip a beat: a message from that same number

-Tell me when you're arrived or I'll be worried, and if something happens I'm only one call away.
Mew

When Mew left him at the airport he felt worried about the guy, a feeling of protection overwhelmed him and made him send a message. Not sure if his intention was just to let him know he was there for him if he needed or something else, maybe he did hoped he'd need him and he'd call. Gulf was pleasantly surprised by the message, he thought the man would disappear, but now he was relieved.
"Hey, you! Since we're sitting together on this plane and Boat is sleeping already, tell your best friend with more experience than you, how was it?" Run sat next to Gulf  "I don't remeber much" he simply answered as he was tired as hell and wasn't feeling very good either, "What do you mean? You got the chance to bang that man who, let me tell you, is a full meal of hotness, and forgot about it? It was also your first time, how the hell do you forgot about it?" Run was screaming too much for Gulf's headache so instead of verbally answering he gave him a 'shut up' glance, but Run was too stubborn " He wasn't good? Was he small? It didn't look like that, wow never judge a book from its cover! But the hickeys on your neck tell me he was defintely passionate. Oh was it too much for a first time? Are you hurting?". As much as he loved his friend in that moment he only wanted to shut him up with a punch "I don't know Run, I don't remember! Stop talking, my head is killing me and I only recollected one memory of last night and I know I defintely enjoyed it." his tone was loud, the old woman beside him surely heard him too "And no, he wasn't small" he added raising his voice even more so that the woman jumped startled and the man in front chuckled a bit. He run a hand through his hair and sighed heavily, "I'm hurting all over, do you have an aspirine?" he had his head throw back on the seat and eyes closed, Run put a hand on his forehead "You don't have a fever tho" he might not have had it but he was feeling very shitty. 

When they landed Gulf was feeling even worse than before, the turbulences of the plane made him want to throw up, and his aching body made him tired and powerless; he managed to sleep for a few hours on the plane but he wasn't feeling in any way better "Please stop me next time I have the brilliant idea of getting drunk" his friends nodded and laughed behind him at his miserable state. "Gulf!" he heard a distinctive voice call him at the airport exit, his dad was waving at him with a big smile on his face. Gulf went to study abroad for 3 years and was finally back, but before going back home and find a job he decided to spend a fun night with his friends in Las Vegas, little did he know he would've ended up married. "Dad! What are you doing here? I thought I'd see you at home" his father patted him on the back "Haven't seen you since last year on Christmas, how could I wait you at home. I'm so happy you're back" .

When he was in the car he suddenly remembered Mew's text and decided to answer

-Arrived home, no need to be worried.
-Thanks, whatever you need I'm one call away too.
-I forgot to ask you your surname, I feel that I should know since it's also mine for 6 months.
-Oh and in which city do you live?                                                
His phone buzzed after a few minutes and he was surprised to receive such a fast reply, was he waiting for his message? 

-That's good. Jongcheveevat, Los Angeles. Any more questions?  

Gulf wondered what informations do you usually need to know about your husband

-How old are you? 
Do you want to be buried or cremate? 
Do you agree to be an organ donor or not? 
-I'm Gulf Kanawut Traipipattanapong btw, New York, 1997

He decided to save his contact with a cute name...

Hubby:
-I was born in 1991. Buried. Yes, donate them.
-Nice to meet you again cutie, but can you stop asking such tragic questions?
What about: what is your job?

Hubby... it was fun to put it, just for six months, who would've even seen or cared? Now he knew he was 6 years older, he looked so young; but "Did he just call me cutie?" Gulf mumbled by himself

-Sorry, I thought I needed to know (btw same for me).
-I just graduated, what do you do?

Hubby:
-I hope we will never need those informations, but it's good to know.
-I'm a lawyer, in what did you graduate? 

A lawyer? Gulf could've imagined that by his serious face and suit he wore that morning.

-Physiotherapy. 
-If I get arrested will you help me then?

Hubby:
- Only If you'll help me if I broke a bone.

Gulf smiled and his father couldn't help but notice "Who are you chatting with? Met someone interesting?" 

-Deal🤝

"No one dad! I just read some good news. How are you and mom?" and they talked for the rest of the car trip. "Mommy I'm home!" he yelled the moment he was in the house, his mom ran to hug him and checked he was fine "Go wash your hands, I cooked your favorite meal. You're so thin!" that was what his mother told him every time she saw him, even if the scale said the exact opposite. Gulf loved his mother food, everything she cooked was so delicious, but a question suddenly interrupted his greedy eating "Honey, what is that ring? It looks like a wedding band?". Fuck. He forgot to take it off.