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Lee walked up the stairs to his room,where his wife was no doubts asleep.
Lee was so happy,the most unexpected thing had happened that day .
His friend Mew had done something no one was able to do for him,the man had saved his life,and he forever was indebted to him.
Now he knew who his friends and enemies are,he knows just how to deal with them. But first he has to see his wife, he missed Type so much,all these months away from him was pure torture in itself.
As he opened the door of the room gently, true to his suspicions,there laid Type fast asleep. He made his way to the man,and just so he could look at his beautiful sleeping face. He could see the tired lines on them, could see the pain and sorrow, as he carest his tear stained cheeks. Lee bends over and gives him a little kiss, Type's eyes opened then. They were so red and swollen, Lee felt like crying himself." Are you really here"asked an emotionally drained Type.
"Yes my love I am here"said Lee. And that's all it took for the most beautiful smile to appear on his tired face,which was overwhelmed by tears of joy mere seconds later. As Lee held him in his arms .
Lee took a long bath, a change of clothes and soon had dinner with his family, sitted at his spot at the dinning table.
Everyone was so happy, and his son was now extra clingy with him, and he loved it."I am so glad you are back home" said Lee's mother with a broad smile.
"I am happy too mother,oh! that's reminds me,I invited Mew to have dinner with us,him and the entire family. A somewhat of a thank you for what he did to save me,for putting his neck on the line like that for me," said Lee with a smile.
On hearing this , a shocked Type almost choked on his food. But he was quick to drink some water and push the food down as Lee rubbed his back." If you which to thank the people who helped you,then be smart and thank everyone,who spent months and hours looking for a solution,Mew was not the only one,I mean,the man had a solution all this time,but instead kept his mouth shut allowing us all run around like chickens making a fool and mockery of ourselves. " Said Type as flashes of the night before went through his mind. Shit! the alcohol didn't help him forget" cursed Type in his head.
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MY JASMINE
Romance(Completed) This is the love story between the opera singer, Type Ming and the widower Mr Suppasit. It tells the story of Gulf kanawut , who made a mistake of falling in love with a man, that left him to suffer on the streets of his town , only fo...