Stumbled In Love [Complete]

Special Chapter 3.

"Ready?"

"Not even a little bit."

"Haha, you are going to be just fine."

"I so am not. I'm going to not survive this, am I?"

"Oh Arthit, I am not going to stay alive if I don't manage to transport you to my son all safe and sound. Now sit back, relax, and start the countdown you have been waiting for far too long."

Relax? Relax! Who the fuck can relax while they are forced in the confines of this tin death trap. Did the man who invent planes do a deep dive into my worst fears and then went 'aahaa' this is exactly how we shall torture Arthit over a hundred years later. And let me tell you they had goddamn succeeded. In fact if you think about it, I mean really think about how is it possible for this 400 ton metal can to even get off the ground. Like, hello? Gravity? Are you even doing your thing?

Apparently not, and like an utter fool I had rather vehemently actually agreed to step foot inside my nightmare.

Turns out eighteen months of separation were long enough even for me to take.

Once. That's it. That how many times Kong had to ask if I would come visit him with his family, and down the toilet I flushed all my qualms about flying, having finished packing my bags for the trip on the same night itself. Two months before the flight. Now if only we can keep that piece of information securely between us and not let it reach Kong I would be rather appreciative, thank you very much.

"Almost there now. See, I told you it wasn't going to be too bad."

Wait? We reached? Already? How? Why?

So busy I was about impersonating a chicken about the flying part that I hadn't even begun freaking out about meeting Kong after so long yet.

I mean I had not been in front of him, face to face in just so long. How was I even supposed to behave? It's not like we were boyfriends. But then again we weren't not boyfriends. It probably was a safe assumption that all the I love you's he dropped a dime a dozen remained exclusive to me, but then again it would also be understandable if he fell for someone little more local. I mean not everyone voluntarily lives like a hermit like me right? Crap! What if he brought along his new partner to meet his family and I just stood there looking all...

"Arthit, doesn't your brain ever overheat from so much thinking?"

"Seriously, we can see the wheels turning non-stop."

"I wonder what wild theories about Kong you are cooking up now."

Should I be concerned that even his sisters are now teasing me? Apparently, it's a family thing. Shrugging my shoulders in the most nonchalant way I could.

"Pffftt... what theories could I possibly have. I'm not even thinking about Kong."

Thankfully though instead of tormenting me any further, they chuckled before taking each of one of my arms and helping me alight the flight.

My traitorous heart instantly racing as I step foot for the first time ever in a foreign country, and even more so fully aware that only a few minutes before I was going to physically stand next to Kong once again.

Oscillating between whipping right around and marching back inside the flight and racing ahead to end the blasted distance between us as soon as possible, I sucked in a deep breath to finally meet Kong.

"Mom! Dad! Over here!"

And suddenly, there he was. After a year and a half.

His voice sounding familiar and yet a little...strange. Deeper. Huskier.