Our Marriage (M-preg) ✔

23.Who am I?

Who Am I?

kongpob hailed a taxi and went to his home while paying to the taxi he thought how rich my dad is, but I am running out of money, whom should I ask for dad,p'tew,p'arthit, I never once ask for money from p'kit and dad, will I be a bothersome to p'arthit? will he listen to my poor story does he belive it!! all these poor thoughts are popping in my brain anyways I can use this money wisely for now.. he shrug paying for taxi

standing at the main entrance of house security guard open the door for him kongpob striding in looking around it's been one month already he was thrown out of home, he never wanted to step in again but his brother was avoiding him he needs to get his paintings his favourites paintings he work hard he take a look at his right hand and sighed he cannot hold the brush like in past times tears shimmered in his eyes his eyes wander around the beautiful garden

passing his favourite garden, he was bewildered by his childhood memories their is a cradle and a see- saw , he use to play hide and seek with his neighbourhood friend but now he is in abroad suddenly he is remembering him by seeing the garden because he use to share his good and bad time stories with him roam

he strode inside the house and called for his mother ria

ria came running form her bedroom "kongpob" she took him into a deep hug it's been one month and she miss him a lot she pulled his expressionless face into her palms scanning his face she was happy atleast his eyes were not having any dark circles "....did you miss me? you could have informed me."

"I did not came here to have a chat with you , I came on purpose." He cut cross her words, ria pulled her arms down

she felt happy to see her son, after long time but felt sad to see the way he is talking, she knew she deserves after what she put her son through

" now tell me, for what did you came for?" she asked in soft tone

" I came to collect my paintings you have my paintings, where are they?" he is curt with straight topic in a serious tone

" is that the way you speak to me son, you came after a long time, please sit, eat something and tell me how you're doing.." she is trying to please his son to persuade his anger.

Kongpob shook his head " no, mom, I did not came to have chit chat with you I am going up to collect my paintings ."

Kongpob walking up to stair case without listening to his mother and ria was worried about her son and followed him up to the his room

Kongpob eyes wander around the empty room "where are my paintings mom!!!!!" he yelled

She is urging him calm "son, please clam down

na, if your father hear you, he will hit you, please clam down."

" why do I need to fear for him!! he never cared for me tell me, where are my paintings mom!!!" kongpob anger reached peaks those his paintings all the stationary was gone which he brought with his own money he had every right in angry this time he did not care for his father

" don't shout kongpob ,your paintings are thrown out, so nothing is their to do !!" ria shouted along with her son and went out shutting the door

Kongpob stood in silence his feet struck to floor he slides from the wall corner and fell on to the floor hugging his knees he is crying hardly those paintings were his hard word his favourite things of all his childhood memories, painting is the only activity he is interest in, 

kongpob wanted to cherrish those memories but all of them are gone not even a single paint frame was left in the room

It was in the evening ria came back to kongpob room he is sleeping "...kongpob come down and greet your father" ,