a sprinkle of rainbow • Completed

marry you (2/7)

cont.

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Arthit sighs and fixes his look at the ring around his finger. It suits him more than it suits Knot.

He fondly remembers the look on his friends' faces when Arthit told them later the next day the bad news.

"I just got married last night. To a guy, I don't know."

At first, they all gave him deadpan looks, but when Arthit raised his finger for them to see Knot's ring around his finger and turned his arm for them to look at the unknown scrawl on his arm with the faint label- the label that couldn't be removed no matter how rubbing Arthit did.

All his friends, sans Knot, simultaneously laughed hard at his misery. Knot's giving Arthit a death glare seeing his wedding ring around his best friend's finger.

"You got married before Knot? Good for you! Congrats! Now, where's your husband? We want to meet him," Bright patted the seat beside him.

Arthit sat beside Bright. Propping his chin on his hands, he sighed. "That's my problem. I don't know who my husband is. I can't remember his face, even his name! It's all blurry to me. All I know is I'm a Suthilak now."

Aside from the guy's eyes and his soft lips, Arthit did remember taking a picture with the guy but even the photos were gone when he woke up.

"No surprises there. You were hammered last night." Prem.

Tutah agreed with Prem. "I remember you telling me you're going to get married last night but I thought you weren't serious."

"What?! Then you should've pulled me back! I was drunk. I'm very dumb when I'm drunk."

Arthit believed his parents now.

"You said you were marrying your soulmate."

"Soulmate?!" Arthit groaned. "Like I believe in that shit. Now, I'm trapped in this marriage with a missing husband and my parents want to meet him. I don't even know where my husband is!" Arthit's head fell on the table. "This is hopeless."

"Before you start looking for your husband, try to start looking for another set of rings because my wedding's in two weeks."

"I don't have the money. I can't ask my parents, I can't even talk to them right now. They're going to be asking for him again."

"Then start looking for that husband of yours and ask for my ring you gave him. Or else, you're going to be buying me another pair next week and I demand it to be more expensive."

Arthit, if possible buried his head more on the table. "Kill me now. All I did is drink and now I have so many problems!"

Lesson learned: Don't drink.

Suddenly, Arthit shot up on his seat and glared at Knot. "This is your fault and that stupid party! If only you didn't let the other group join us."

"It was you who let the other group because you said you wanted to have fun already. The more, the merrier, right?" Knot smugly smiled at Arthit.

Oh yeah... It's Arthit! But it's still not his fault.

Arthit's eyes squinted. "Then it's that place's fault. If they didn't mess up with that reservation then I wouldn't meet the guy. I wouldn't have any problem now."

"No! It's your fault! If you didn't get drunk last night and invited some guy to marry you, this wouldn't happen," Knot continued to berate his stubborn friend.

Arthit slumped on his seat. He crossed his arms against his chest and pouted. "We don't know for sure if it was me who asked for that guy's hand. I'm sure it's him."