Under Your Wings

Chapter 2

"You must be proud for keeping those horrible wounds on your face everyday." A sharp comment pierced his half-drowsy being as soon as Gulf stepped out of his bedroom.

He had been getting such comment for a long time, yet Gulf didn't seem getting used to it. It would still bother and sadden him if a comment like that was coming from his own father. Sometimes, he missed the old days when his mother was still around, so that he could have his warm and kind-hearted father back.

His own father began to change when his wife was gone forever. He was getting pissed over the smallest mistake his son did, sometimes, Gulf even got hit or whipped by the broom stick or the belt his father wore when he was only a teen back then.

But Gulf was a nice kid, he got where his father was coming from. Raising a son by himself was tough, so Gulf started to get his act together as he grew up. He did it all so he wouldn't burden his own father more than he already did.

So of course this time was no different. He still let his old man lashed his emotion to him. Gulf was trying to smile even though his torn lips were hurting whenever he did so. "I'm sorry, Father." He mumbled quietly, taking a seat on their small dining table, sitting across his father.

He started to eat the toast his father served on the table, slowly chewing it as he tried not to move his jaws more than necessary because it stung his wound.

Mr. Traipipattanapong sighed, "Fortunately, you're smart or else, I don't even know what to do with you. Your mother would have been really sad if she ever saw you growing up to be a bad guy.." As usual, his face changed whenever he talked about his late wife.

The son smiled thinly, he was missing his mother just like his father. It was true, though, they both were lost without her warm presence. Sometimes Gulf thought that it would have been better if he were the one God taken. So that he could make everyone happy.

"I'll do better, Father.." He softly spoke, rendering his old man glancing at him.

"As you should." He sighed and sipped his own black coffee before he said, "Hurry and finish your food or else you'll be late to your class, Gulf."

The boy nodded and did as his old man said. He gobbled down his toast and milk before he got up to get ready.

Half an hour later, Gulf was ready to go. As he stepped out of his room, his father had gone to work. He was about to get the key when a thought crossed his mind. If he was riding his bike to the faculty again, there was a big chance that his old vehicle would be the target of another gang. He didn't have any spare allowance for fixing his bike the 7th time this month. And last night was kind of a miracle that he met Mew on his way home. Or else, Gulf would be left with nothing but crumbs in his pocket.

So Gulf walked out of his house without bringing the bike. He was going to walk to his faculty today. The Jongcheveevat's house was big, but their yard was enormous, it would take a ten-minute walk from Gulf's house at the back yard.

The tanned guy had walked half of the way when a white Tesla slowed down and stopped right where he stood. A familiar face showed up when the driver pulled down the window. Mew Suppasit was looking at him as he peeked to their surrounding, as if he was trying to find something.

"Having a morning class?" His master asked without minding to greet Gulf first. Well, he was in no position to greet Gulf first. It should have been Gulf who did that.

"Good morning, Sir." Gulf slightly bowed down to show his manner, "Yes, I'm going to class." Gulf was going to ask whether Mew was going home after his morning class or not. But it would be silly to ask since it was only 7.30 in the morning, Gulf's class was the earliest class that Engineering student in his year would have.