PROLOGUE

I hated math since I was little because solving a problem required remembering and
understanding a lot of formulas instead of being successful just by reading and repeating or
memorizing. I didn't find anything interesting in mathematics... and I didn't understand
anything.

"Heart in the Wind" is a novel about the relationship between two young people, in
which one becomes the tutor of the other (all subjects require teaching, even difficult ones
like math that need more teaching). The moment I read the first draft, as if it were a story
about two young people understanding equations, something arose in my heart and I
understood it.

This equation is: Wind + Windmill = Love.

Because there is wind, there is a little movement outside, but inside the windmill
that has been silent for a while, it immediately becomes full of vitality, finding dreams and
goals in life.

This equation gives me an idea of a gentle breeze, but strong enough to make the
blades spin beautifully.

Mathematical equations are difficult to understand, but the equation at the center of
this novel is not difficult to understand at all; you just need to use your heart to understand
the love story between the wind and the windmill.
 INTRODUCTION

The hurried footsteps at the front door caught the attention of bright black eyes,
gaze shifting from the review textbook to the clock on the wall.

The long and short hands indicated that it had just passed 11, in other words, in one
more hour it would be a new day.

After the door opened, a tall man walked in, with a cheerful expression as if
something good had happened to him. Although his face looked tired, everyone knew that
being a nurse caring for elderly patients, compared to other jobs, he had to put in more
effort, be meticulous, responsible and dedicated. She looked at him suspiciously.

Before he could clearly explain all his doubts, the tall man took something out of his
pocket. The younger brother stared at him in silence for a few seconds. He asked in a
harsher tone than usual.

"Whose phone is that you have?"

"If I have it... it's surely mine."

"But you don't use this model."

"Just because I don't use it doesn't mean I can't use it."

"Don't beat around the bush with me. Just tell me where it came from."

Sailom was angry when he saw his brother holding a phone worth tens of thousands
of baht that he had seen in a commercial.

Although it is normal for working people to renew their phone on time, at home
thinking about buying slightly more expensive food already meant thinking about it several
times, not to mention buying things that far exceeded their monthly income.

"Hey, don't tell me that..."

"I just told the patient that my old phone broke down and I couldn't answer her calls,
she was worried about not being able to contact me so she bought me a new one."

"It's not about contact, it's about you lying to him."

"So what about that?"

"Don't you feel anything?"

"What do you mean, Sailom? "I come home tired from work and at home I have to
fight with you?"

Sailom stared at him, he looked uncomfortable. And they argued about the same
thing again, it turns out that everything kept repeating itself, which was a bit delicate for
him.

Learning that someone with the skill of a nursing assistant like Saifah was making
money through his close relationship with elderly patients, that these elderly people lacked
the care of their children and grandchildren, and he was tricking them into believing that he
cared in order to gain their trust. Added to this was a pitiful performance, as Saifah could
get everything he wanted just by asking.

"What you do is no different than a thief."

"So you want me to be like you, bow my head and work hard as a car washer to be
considered virtuous?"

Although Sailom was an excellent student and could earn some extra money by
tutoring part-time, being a high school student did not inspire as much confidence in
parents as a college-backed student from a university or college.

Basically out of options, Sailom had to go to a mechanic's shop 5 bus stops from his
house and apply for a job.

After classes in the evenings and working in the workshop on weekends, although
the income from this job was not much, he was very happy to be able to help Saifah lighten
the load, although his brother did not seem to like it.
 "You ask me... if you hunker down and work hard like you, when will we be able to
pay off our debts?"

Sailom was silent for a moment, the two brothers had been in debt for 5 years since
their parents died in a fire. They had worked as guards and assistants in casinos late at
night. From there, they learned to live a more intense life than others.

Their original situation was not comfortable either, their income was unstable, one
could even say they were poor. But with what their parents earned to support the home, he
and Saifah were able to study like most children. But when the parents died, creditors came
to the funeral and informed them that their father had huge gambling debts at the casino,
and that they were facing a real disaster. For some families, 800,000 baht may not have
been such a big deal, but for one high school student and one elementary school student,
what had happened was like a nightmare from which they were desperately trying to
escape but couldn't.

At that time Saifah had to leave school and look for work in order to support her
younger brother to continue studying. The two brothers have a big age difference but they
were as close as friends, they shared everything, in addition to the sacrifices that the older
brother had to make in the face of this twist of fate. Sailom loved his brother very much. It
was precisely because of this love that he did not want his only close relative Saifah to do
such bad things.

"Please, can you stop doing those things? Now I will also do some part-time jobs to
increase income and help pay off the debt."

Seeing that emotional actions were not working, Sailom decided to reason.

"800,000 baht. How many years do you think we can pay for it? "What we pay
monthly only covers the interest, we haven't even touched the principal."

Saifah was right, the interest rate on loan sharks is higher than that of normal loans,
resulting in accumulated debt. But small companies like them had no room to negotiate
with the mafia creditors that everyone feared.
 "But if we continue to support each other, one day we will be able to finish it. When I
graduate, I will look for a better job with a higher salary. In a few years we will be able to
pay off the debt."

"The world is not as beautiful as you think."

Saifah pointed outside the house and just then the voices of a couple nearby were
heard, so loud that both could hear them arguing about the same issue.

The woman scolded the man who only knew how to drink and did not look for a way
to earn a living, but that kind of thing was too common for those in the neighborhood, they
had been used to it for a long time. This cathouse-sized rental house was in an overcrowded
slum, coughing, sneezing, and almost every gossip from the neighbors in the alley could be
heard. Even if they did not want to live in such conditions, they could only use the little
money they could afford to obtain such a life.

"There are people everywhere who don't care about others and only make money
for themselves. If I'm one of them, what's wrong with that?"

"Do you have to be like this?" Sailom looked at him disappointedly.

"It is mandatory if you want to survive in this society."

"But..." Sailom tried to refute, Saifah raised his hand to stop him.

"Just worry about studying, next year you're going to take the university exam,
right?"

"You want me to study decently while you ruin your own life?"

"Leave me alone with my life, as long as you live well it is fine."

"Shitty brother..."

"Just focus on studying, it's my job to make money."

Seeing his brother's wounded look, Sailom couldn't speak. Although he didn't like
the way Saifah made money, he couldn't deny that Saifah was forever the only older
brother he respected.

So if I could just make a little more money...

 CAPITULO 1
As he entered the school gate, Sailom tightened the strap of his backpack and looked
towards the football field on his right, with a size comparable to a standard football field in
the country, built in the middle of a vast field. There were modern style buildings around,
three, six stories high, even with a basketball court under the shadow of one building. There
was a large dining hall with a wide variety of high quality foods carefully selected and
checked by the school each month. Not to mention the high quality of life of the students.
Because once you entered the campus, as the principal said on the first day of the semester,
everyone would feel like the school was like their second home. But in reality, those perfect
appearances were just fig leaves hiding huge cracks in this school.

When Sailom reached the dining room, he stopped, stretched his neck, and looked
around until someone saw him and waved at him.

As a private school, tuition per semester was not cheap at all. Therefore, the students
who attended here were not from distinguished families, but from wealthy families with no
worries about food and clothing, not like people with precarious lives or desperately
looking for part-time jobs like Sailom.

So students admitted with outstanding academic scholarships like him, had certainly
been marginalized by the rich young people, even being considered second-class citizens,
they had encountered a lot of rejection. In the end, these scholarship students could only
hug each other for warmth.

"Today my mother only gave me a little rice."

Guy, a sports scholarship student, carried a bowl of rice and sat down to complain.
He was tall and thin because he was an agile footballer. Guy sat down, his mouth restless.

"But it's better than before, at least my aunt gave me an extra piece of fried chicken."

Sailom walked over to where Guy was talking non-stop, and shook his head at him.
He was also like Guy, so he could understand this situation very well. But what his
classmate had better than him was that he had no debts to pay, and he only needed to
concentrate on fulfilling his dream. Guy hoped to quickly raise his level to the national team
to comfort his family.

"You talk too much."

Auto was the smallest of the group, and he was the one who raised his hand to greet
Sailom before Guy could complain.

He was also the only son of the owner of the restaurant that Guy was complaining
about.

"Because I train a lot, I need a lot of energy."

"Then next time I'll tell my mother to serve you more rice but fewer side dishes."

Although Auto's situation was not as difficult as Sailom and Guy's, but since the two
of them were scholarship students, they were also classified as second-class citizens in this
school. In addition, his father was a maintenance worker, so Auto also used to be bullied
and ridiculed by many students.

"Thank you sir, but you better tell your mother to save the rice to sell it."

Guy replied, then turned to look at Sailom who was shaking his head at him.

"Did you eat yet?"

"I already had a sandwich."

Sailom replied as usual, although rice might be more filling, spending more than 30
baht on a sandwich that could be divided into several meals was more economical.

"Then let me treat you today, okay? "With that little food, how are you going to fill
yourself up?"

Guy shook his head, preparing to order food as he had just said. The school had
given the scholarship players many benefits that could be used for food expenses.

"Let me talk to my mother." Car stood up.

"Hey, it's okay, I'm really full now."

 "But I really want to treat you, one plate of food isn't going to break my mother."

Auto didn't give Sailom a chance to refuse, he went straight to his mother's curry
restaurant and said a few words to her, the middle-aged woman turned around and smiled
at him, Sailom waved and thanked her for the kindness.

He didn't have many friends, but these two were certainly his most genuine friends.

"My mom added more fried chicken." Auto placed the plate of food in front of Sailom.

"Thank you."

"We are friends after all, don't think too much." Guy intervened.

"In addition, you have helped me a lot with several reinforcement subjects."

Although Auto was an outstanding student, he also greatly needed Sailom's help
with many tasks.

Sailom nodded, a smile on his face, then buried his head in his plate. After tasting the
delicious and familiar taste, his cheeks began to bulge, the dark gaze also brightening. But
just as he was beginning to eat and had not had time to say much, a loud and lively noise
came from another corner of the dining room, and three pairs of eyes at the table turned in
unison towards that place.

"Kanghan is really a bastard."

Guy mentioned someone in that group, then looked away, because he didn't want to
waste time with that stuff.

If the teenager Guy had just mentioned wasn't considered the most famous character
in the school, then he could also be seen as the leader of the gang. Or more precisely, a bully
with influence at school. Because he was the heir to a large beverage company in the
country. The company also supported the school by providing scholarships to many
students. For this reason, this young heir proclaimed himself their benefactor, although his
father, who had taken care of his education, had never exalted himself by donating in public.
 "He just brags that he's very popular, but he only becomes popular for bad things."

Guy kept ranting because he was forced to listen to the loud noise of these people.
He looked very handsome, just standing there, it was hard for everyone to look away from
him, in fact, no matter if Kanghan raised his voice to get attention, he had already become a
topic of conversation for everyone.

"You seem to hate him." Self commented.

"I don't like anyone in that group. I don't know how lucky I was to end up in the
same room as them."

Guy had no problem with the handsome teenager, but a bad temper was another
matter.

"As if he had any problem."

Auto added, while Sailom just stayed silent, listening.

"You should also be careful, aren't you doing his chores for him?"

In fact, doing homework and reports for someone else was a serious mistake. Once a
teacher found out, it would become a big problem. He was poor but outstanding
academically so he had taken the risk of taking advantage of this to earn extra money for
himself. He made a lot of money working for this group of lazy, incredibly slacker rich guys
like Kanghan, who was just one of Auto's clients.

"Do you think he went looking for trouble with Auto?"

At this point Sailom spoke up, from what he knew, Auto had done Kanghan's chores
several times and he had never seen him have any problems.

"I'm not sure. Look at his unusual attitude. Otherwise, not everyone would say he's a
bully."

"I have also heard many murmuring about him." Sailom nodded saying.
 "That's why dogs pee where it's clean."

Sailom looked back at the central character, he had certainly never seen him picking
fights with anyone, but vivid descriptions of others could always be heard as if they were
real. Although Sailom was sure that he only believed what he saw with his own eyes, he
couldn't deny that Kanghan's reputation was really bad in the eyes of most. But still, a
handsome face and a good family could help him avoid many problems. Even at school,
where all students were supposed to be equal, it was also full of injustice.

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After school, in front of the busy main gate where students filed out, the back of the
school was extremely quiet, even slightly louder breathing could be heard. Anyway, it was
far away from the crowd in front, so the hustle and bustle of this place didn't attract
attention either.

"Did you purposely tell the professor that I didn't write my report?"

The cold-eyed teenager stared at that twisted face. His big hand was clenching the
other's uniform, the collar of the shirt was already wrinkled. At that moment the man in
front of him didn't want to see him, he turned his face away, clenching his teeth.

"Speaks. What other answer are you going to give me other than 'it wasn't
intentional'?

"It really wasn't intentional."

Who would have thought that Guy's early warning would come true without having
to wait until the next day? The fact that Kanghan's social studies report made by Auto had
been exposed. Due to the similar content with others, Kanghan had not done it
independently and was discovered by the teacher. The reason was because Auto had too
many clients and the content of the documents got mixed up. He did not expect that this
would cause the professor to discover him in the act. So after class, Kanghan was called by
the teacher before leaving, he handed him the report with a huge zero, as soon as he left, he
immediately went to look for the culprit Auto.
 "Speaks. What else are you going to tell me other than it wasn't intentional?

"It really wasn't intentional."

Who would have thought that Guy's early warning would come true without having
to wait until the next day? The fact that Kanghan's social studies report made by Auto had
been exposed. Due to the similar content with others, Kanghan had not done it
independently and was discovered by the teacher. The reason was because Auto had too
many clients and the content of the documents got mixed up. He did not expect that this
would cause the professor to discover him in the act. So after class, Kanghan was called by
the teacher before leaving, he handed him the report with a huge zero, as soon as he left, he
immediately went to look for the culprit Auto.

"Keep talking. Are you going to choose any other answer than 'it wasn't intentional'
to tell me?

"It really wasn't intentional."

Mac was also someone popular at school, practically always following Kanghan in
everything, and many thought that his words and actions were identical to those of a
servant of Kanghan. At that moment, I just looked at Auto with tired eyes. Then he saw that
person continue to intervene without stopping.

"Say it directly. If not, apologize to Kanghan and let's forget about this. "I don't have
time to stay here with you all day."

Nava was also popular in the group, he shook his head impatiently. He looked
anxious, he kept looking at the watch on his wrist. Originally this was the time to go home
and entertain himself with many games like online video games, but now he could only sit
here waiting for the response from someone who was dead before admitting his mistake.

"Why should I apologize if I didn't do anything wrong?"

As he was pushed to the limit, Auto's voice increasingly revealed his firm
determination not to submit.
 "I really hate people like you, who can't support their family. You take my money
happily without hesitation, then you bite me, right?

He swung his hand hard and prepared to punch, but before the heavy fist could hit
Auto's face as he expected, something hit his leg hard, and he could only let go of Auto's
shirt collar.

"What the hell?"

Kanghan looked angrily at what was on the floor, and realized that it was just a small
black trash can that each classroom was equipped with.

The angular face, the sharp gaze fixed on the person standing on the other side, who
looked at him with eyes burning with anger but with false innocence.

"Sorry... I slipped."

"Curse."

Kanghan's gaze turned to assess the newcomer, remembering that this was a fellow
he had never spoken to. Because previously, apart from the necessary exchange of benefits
with Auto, he had never communicated with the scholarship students. But now what made
Kanghan suspicious and had to ask was not the trash can that had "slipped" but the phone
he had just put in his pocket. Sailom even kept smiling defiantly.

"Did you secretly record us?"

"Why did I secretly record you?"

"So what did you come for?"

"Take out the trash. "Today it's my turn to clean."

Sailom pointed at the trash can on the ground, then raised his head to look at Auto
and was relieved to see that his face had no injuries. But he was still worried about what
would have happened if he arrived a little later.

"I clearly saw you put your phone in your pocket." Mac shouted pointing at Sailom.
 "I can't decide what to do with my stuff?"

At the same time, Kanghan walked away from the group and walked straight in front
of Sailom. His big hand squeezed the other's uniform tightly. Sailom's uniform had become
discolored over time because he had no money to buy a new one. Kanghan pulled him in
and pushed him hard, Sailom's thin and weak back crashed hard against the wall.

At that moment, he turned and motioned to Mac. Mac now aware of his task,
immediately reached in and took Sailom's phone.

"Hey, don't touch my stuff."

Sailom struggled to free himself. At that moment, Auto was being blocked by Nava
from coming closer to help.

"Request password."

Mac told him that he had found an old phone, with no facial recognition function to
unlock, only password could be entered.

"What's your password?" Kanghan demanded.

"What do you want my phone for?"

"So, can you prove that you didn't meddle in my business?"

"Kanghan, it seems we have things to do."

Nava, who had been staring at the phone in Mac's hands, suddenly spoke. He then
looked at Kanghan who was still holding Sailom's shirt collar tightly without letting go.

Kanghan let go and took Sailom's phone to check. A message was pushed from the
most popular chat app. Seeing the sender, his body temperature shot up until his ears were
almost smoking.

The tutor of his class.

 《Sailom, come to the teachers' lounge, don't tell the video to anyone.》

Taking advantage of the fact that the three's attention was focused on the phone
screen, Sailom quickly snatched the phone away, took Auto's hand and together they fled
from there. They ran straight to the classroom building, only when they confirmed that they
were not being pursued, they stopped to rest, checking what message could have left them
silent in an instant.

"What happened? "What just happened?" Auto asked breathlessly.

"I recorded a video of Kanghan picking a fight with you, then sent it to the teacher."

Sailom nonchalantly picked up his phone and answered Auto's question after
checking the new message.

"What did the teacher say?"

"He said to go see him."

Sailom put his hand on his friend's shoulder to check him carefully, seeing that Auto
was not hurt, he nodded in relief.

"Do you want me to go with you? "Anyway, I'm partly to blame too."

"Don't worry, it's no big deal."

"Anyway, I also have to thank you for helping me. Although Guy's previous warnings
turned out to be true, but still I......................................................................"

He said with remorse and regret. Because he could have dragged Sailom with him.

"Okay, don't think about it anymore."

"How did you know they were looking for me?"

"I saw the social studies teacher talking privately with Kanghan about the report, so
I guessed what was going to happen." As I looked at you with great contempt.
 "He's very upset because I gave him a zero."

"That is to say, if he dared to let you make the report, he should have taken
responsibility himself, if the teacher caught him, he should have the courage to face it."

"So, according to you, me accepting that kind of job was also wrong, right?"

"Yeah, that was direct. Because you are my friend, if there are virtues I praise them,
and I must point out the defects, right?

"So... are you mad at me?"

Self showed anxiety, not wanting this to cause resentment with his close friend.

"I'm not angry. But I'm worried that if a professor finds out about this and uses it as
an excuse, it would also tarnish your record."

"Anyway, thanks, both for the scolding and for saving me from them."

"Aren't you my friend?"

Sailom patted Auto lightly on the shoulder, stood up to leave, then turned to wave
goodbye to him again.

"Don't worry, let me deal with the rest."

Auto followed him with his eyes as Sailom walked towards the staff room, there was
a lot of worry in Auto's heart, because people like Kanghan were not easy to deal with,
especially since he knew very well that many teachers spoiled Kanghan a lot. And behind
him was his father who had donated money to this school. So messing with Kanghan was
like throwing eggs at stones.

At this time, in the teachers' break room, there were only a few teachers sitting and
relaxing at the table. The 11th grade homeroom teacher was also there, hearing Sailom's
greeting, she pushed up her glasses and looked at him. He didn't answer, he just nodded.

Although Sailom had never had the experience of being directly bullied by Kanghan,
but today was the first time he witnessed the opponent's exploits. From hearing it so many
times, one could infer that there were quite a few people who had become the target of his
evil actions. But those people had never dared to testify before someone with such power.
But then, when he approached the table and saw the teacher deleting the video he sent,
Sailom's smile suddenly faded.

"Sailom, delete the video you sent me."

The teacher repeated once again asking him to delete the original video.

"Because? You saw in the video that Kanghan was clearly bullying Auto."

He looked suspiciously at the exemplary teacher of this school.

"Just because Kanghan grabbed Auto's shirt collar, it can't be said that it was
bullying. If such a video is spread, it has a high chance of being misinterpreted."

"How can there be misunderstanding? My partner was really being bullied at that
point."

"I'm sure the boys were just playing around, isn't it normal for boys to play rough?"

"You can call Auto to ask."

"If the two of you have conflicts as you say, what is the reason?"

Sailom couldn't really speak, because if he told the whole truth, it would also reveal
that his friend had accepted money and done chores from many students. Sailom could only
repeat that he hoped the professor would believe him.

"But everyone knows that Kanghan likes to mess with other members."

"Everyone also knows that Kanghan's father donated money to support the school,
including scholarships for outstanding students like you."

Sailom could only look at the person he trusted and hoped in, once again the power
of money prevailed over justice, and ordinary people like him were once again powerless in
the fight.

"Delete the video... and act like nothing happened." The teacher, seeing him silent,
repeated.

"You understand?"

"Yeah."

In the end, ordinary people faced with powerful people can only recognize their own
powerlessness.

Sailom clasped his hands together to bid farewell to his tutor. He bowed to leave,
completely different from when he arrived. His dark eyes stared at the ground in
disorientation, when he saw someone's shoes blocking his path, he could only stop. He
turned around and met the icy gaze of the person who happened to approach. Seeing the
smile on the corner of the teenager's mouth, he clenched his fists.

"What a pity. It seems there is no longer room for protagonists like you here."

Kanghan let out a cold laugh, how could he not know that the teacher was covering
for him? So, knowing who Sailom sent the video to, he didn't feel worried at all. At this
moment he stalked him here, only to witness the disappointment of Sailom, who thought he
could overthrow him.

"No place for bullies like you either."

"Don't be too clever." Kanghan walked over and squeezed her cheek hard.

"People like you can only live completely by depending on your father's money."

Sailom paid no attention to him. He abruptly pulled his hand away.

"I admit it."

"Anything to be proud of?"

"No matter how much I explain it to you, beggars like you wouldn't be able to
understand."

"Yes, I don't understand. Because people like you... they're just problem children
asking for attention."

The sharp gaze flashed sparks of contempt, no one had dared to insult him like this
before, this person in just a few sentences already dared to provoke him.

"So... you better keep those virtues to yourself and use them in your own home,
maybe someone there will pay attention to your whining."

Sailom left with the disappointment of not being able to take down Kanghan, what
he didn't know was that those frank words had just caused a huge storm. A storm that was
about to destroy everything before their eyes.

"I can make your life hell... Sailom."

 CAPITULO 2
"Have you seen my math book?"

The teenager raised his head from a desk drawer and asked. He continually grabbed
his head and pulled at his hair, messing his neat hairstyle into a disastrous disarray. After
concentrating on looking for it for a long time, he couldn't remember where he had left his
exercise book, so he worriedly asked his classmates on the bench next to him. This wasn't
the first time I wasted time looking for something that had just disappeared. For example,
her English book had also disappeared yesterday. When this was repeated, he felt that
something was not right.

"I looked everywhere for it but I can't find it."

"You didn't forget it at home, did you?" Auto asked, as he once again helped check
Sailom's backpack.

"This morning, Guy asked me to borrow it to copy."

"Hey, I already gave it back to you, I put it in the bank drawer."

Sailom reached into the drawer again, but still found nothing. At that moment, a
voice coming from the back of the room caught Sailom's attention, his gaze turned there.

"Aren't math exercises supposed to be completed an hour before?" Kanghan casually

asked a question out loud, but Mac, who was standing very close to him, quickly answered.

"Yes, then we're going to go to lunch and we'll take advantage of handing them in on
time. Have you copied everything yet?"

"Of course. I was very lucky today. "An anonymous workbook fell from the sky and
helped me finish copying just in time."

If the disappearance of the math workbook had not coincided with this, Sailom
would never have cared about the workbook that fell from the sky that Kanghan mentioned.

Bravely, he walked from his own bench to where the carefree teenager was laughing
happily.

"Where did you leave my exercise book?"

"Hey! "Do not unjustly accuse others!"

Kanghan screamed loudly, looking at him with strange eyes as he approached, as if

he was completely innocent and Sailom was unfairly accusing him.

"With your IQ, how could you have done such difficult exercises?"

"Didn't I tell you already? An anonymous workbook fell from the sky."

"Don't lie to me like I'm a kindergartener! "Only the naive would believe you."

"Do you believe me?"

"I'm not a child."

"I see... I thought you were still a child... who likes to accuse."

"KANGHAN!"

"Someone like you, who accuses, if he is not a child, then what is he?"

"You're the child, you accuse me unfairly and then steal my things to get back at me."

"You accuse me of stealing your things... do you have proof?"

Sailom gritted his teeth, and saw the smile on the corner of Kanghan's lips, and his
eyes revealed that this was not over yet. Kanghan was not someone who was afraid, if he
didn't use evidence to make him retract, he would slowly hurt him until he was covered in
bruises.

But the word "trials" really made Sailom want to leave and return to his own world.
When he felt that continuing to argue was wrong, that he had a better use of his time
redoing homework to get it done on time, he didn't want to lose points in any subject. Being
an outstanding student, he had to keep his grades at or above average, and view his studies
as important as his own life.

Kanghan, for his part, first saw her engage in an argument, then could only watch
helplessly as she calmly returned to her own bench. Seeing that Sailom only cared about
redoing the exercises, this made Kanghan feel very upset. Watching Sailom's slender back,
he kept caressing her chin with his fingertips.

Perhaps... the previous methods were too childish.

At four o'clock the bell rang, the students began to put away their supplies. Many
had already packed their things and left just after the teacher left the room. But today
Sailom was not in a hurry as usual, as it was the weekend at the mechanic's workshop
where he worked part-time. So he was in no hurry to pack his things away quietly. A
student from another classroom came up breathlessly, calling out to him.

"What's happening?" Sailom looked strangely at the very worried teenager.

"Car..."

"What happened to him?"

Sailom asked worriedly, the teenager seemed to have run out of breath from running
a long distance, and couldn't complete the sentence.

"Kanghan and his gang caught him... "Behind the school."

"What did you say?" Sailom, without hesitation, immediately ran over there upon
hearing this.

It didn't take long for Sailom to arrive behind the school. It was the place where
Kanghan used to bully Auto, but this time, there was no trace of people, not even the
shadow of a dog passing by. Sailom narrowed his eyes cautiously and looked around. He
was about to turn around and leave when something lunged at him from behind, causing
him to fall and hit his head on the ground. Survival instinct made Sailom shrink, to protect
his body's internal organs from moving during the impact. His back had absorbed all the
severe pressure shocks and his arms clasped around to form a protective position.
 After a long while, those mocking laughs finally died down, giving Sailom a chance to
open his eyes and see who the cruel prankster was. He saw anger flashing in the eyes of the
teenager who had been standing to the side watching.

Under Sailom's piercing gaze, Kanghan showed no concern for the pain his opponent
was in. He leaned in, grinning mischievously. Kanghan then grabbed the collar of the school
uniform already stained with mud from his shoes, and forced Sailom to turn her head to
face him. His gaze, as if he wanted to crush his opponent, swept across Sailom's body, as if
he had already completely won at that moment.

"Do you still dream of being the protagonist?"

"Do you want to be my female lead then?"

Sailom responded with a mocking and provocative smile, as if adding fuel to

Kanghan's fire. He continued to hit Sailom's face so hard that his mouth filled with blood.

"You better shut up and apologize for butting into my business."

More banging on flesh was heard, then in the distance came the sound of people
telling them to stop.

They both looked at the newcomers, one with wide eyes, while the corner of the
other's lips curved into a smile of complete satisfaction.

"This time you have no chance of winning."

"Do you want your friends to surround me from behind and take a video?"

Kanghan revealed Sailom's entire plan, with a suggestive smile as if he had seen it
coming from the beginning. Kanghan immediately burst out laughing.

"Your tricks are very outdated."

Just then, Guy and Auto, who were supposed to have already gone home, were
caught by Nava and Mac, and their cell phones were taken away, obviously everything was
to be kept secret.
 "How scary, I knew about your plan for a long time."

Kanghan looked at Sailom and then nodded in greeting to his friends who had
successfully completed their mission, informed them of the plan and asked them to keep an
eye on Guy and Auto from the beginning.

"I came to give you some luck, and show you new ways to play this game."

Kanghan's voice deepened as a signal for action, Nava, Mac, and many of his
henchmen took Guy and Auto away, and when the beating began, the three of them had
nowhere to escape.

Just thinking that the game could be successful, Kanghan was very pleased. But she
had no idea that all her joy and confidence had turned against her.

In fact... I was wrong.

"You're sure? "Are you sure the way you're doing it now... is the newest one?"

He had just been knocked down by Kanghan's fists, the saliva Sailom spat out had
mucus and even blood in it, as he had fallen to the ground, blood was scattered everywhere.

Sailom raised his head and looked at Kanghan, who was also looking at him with a
strange expression. Although he could feel intense pain all over his body at this moment,
the situation still made him unable to help but laugh.

"What did you say?"

Kanghan asked in a deep voice, at that moment he saw Sailom's gaze go to the
bushes behind him.

That's when he knew.

It had all been recorded on high-resolution smartphone cameras by students who

had once been bullied by Kanghan.

Today everyone had joined together following Sailom's plan, carefully hiding outside
of Kanghan's foresight. Although these students previously didn't dare to take revenge for
fear of Kanghan, today with someone outstanding like Sailom organizing them, no one
wanted to be a little turtle hiding away.

Now... The witnesses, the evidence, everything was archived, and 100% no one
could escape punishment.

"What a shame, Kanghan, my methods just updated."

"SAILOM!"

Kanghan clenched his fists as he watched him seek revenge in every way.

"Call me when you have time, maybe I should give you some more advice."

"What do you want?"

Kanghan asked through gritted teeth, at this moment the henchmen were still
holding Guy and Auto, looking at each other in surprise.

"Just tell your parents to talk to the teachers and tell them what you've been saying
and doing at school, and I won't post the video on social media."

"Don't even dream about it." Kanghan rejected the idea without thinking twice.

"Alright."

Sailom raised both hands in surrender, but everyone knew he was in the lead now.

"Do what you want."

Kanghan said these words and left, followed by his group.

Sailom watched him leave and closed her eyes, she had no intention of ruining his
life as he thought, all she wanted was to teach Kanghan a lesson.

Although Kanghan initially only wanted to control what had happened on the
smallest scale, he must have made some mistakes, but the whole process spread like a wave
quickly.

The video spread everywhere, then was broadcast among students. Until one day,
Kanghan's matter became something everyone knew about, anytime when two or more
students met, this topic would surely be brought up again.

Because it is very convenient to become famous in the information age, information

can easily ferment in a short period of time until the matter reaches the director's ears.
Therefore, the school had to quickly meet with the parents of the students involved in the
incident, because if it was not definitively resolved before the matter got out of hand, the
school's reputation and foundation would be severely affected.

Sailom felt relieved, at least the principal was not the type of person who put those
who could provide important financial support for the school above the nature of the
students. Therefore, when he was called out as a victim, he expected it to end in the best
way for all parties.

After thinking for a while, Sailom entered the auditorium on the lower floor of the
teaching building. The top floor of this building was the principal's office, the room next
door was arranged as a medium-sized conference room, which was often used by teachers
and school staff to organize activities, it was rarely used to solve students' mistakes like
today.

"Hey, kid!"

The voice from behind made Sailom's footsteps stop, and he looked towards the
source of that voice, an old woman with a confused face. Sailom saw that besides him, there
were no other students around, because it was now afternoon, all the students should be in
the classroom.

"Can I help you with something?"

After confirming that the other was greeting him, Sailom bowed and asked. Such a
respectful attitude made the old lady look at him approvingly.

"I came here to see the director."

 The old woman replied, then frowned slightly at the teenager in front of her.

"I also came to the principal's office by chance. Do you want to go together?

"It's okay, good boy, your grandmother doesn't know the way either."

"There are many teaching buildings here, each building is very big, the first time I
enrolled I also got lost many times."

Sailom started the conversation, because her answer made him understand that she
was probably more familiar with the school principal than anyone else. Sailom did not take
the stairs as he had originally planned, but instead took Grandma to the elevator. Seeing her
big bag colliding again and again, Sailom couldn't help but enthusiastically offer to help.

"Let me carry that for you, Grandma." As the other had referred to herself as
grandmother, Sailom also called her grandmother.

"Thank you, good boy." The old woman handed her the bag and continued the
conversation.

"Tell me... Why did you come to see the director?"

"It's not a personal matter of mine, but of a colleague."

Sailom smiled, then lowered the volume, as if what he was about to mention was a
secret.

"Last time I was bullied by a classmate, and as a victim the principal called me in to
talk."

"As classmates, how could there be any misunderstandings?"

"Yeah". Sailom responded with a slight smile.

"The reason I was upset is because I helped a classmate escape from Kanghan. "I
mean, my classmate was bullied by him."

"Oh... Isn't the troublemaker called Kanghan?"

 "Yeah. Kanghan often causes a lot of trouble, although he comes from a noble family,
he lives without having to worry about anything. His life is very enviable, but instead, he
has become a bully, he likes to create trouble everywhere, no one dares to challenge him so
he becomes more arrogant.

"How terrible."

"I don't know why he acts like that, if I were him... I wouldn't ask for anything more
if I had a life as easy and comfortable as that."

"How long has it been like this?"

"It's been a long time since I heard those stories. But no one can catch him, many
teachers also abstain for his father. Because his father donated money to the school,
including high-achievement academic scholarships and athletic scholarships. I myself have
also received a scholarship from his father."

"That means you are a very good student."

"Does Grandma say that because I don't look like someone who would receive an
athletic scholarship? Guess what scholarship I received?

The casual comments made the old woman laugh in this atmosphere full of stories.
Although it was a chance encounter, she certainly had great chemistry with this kid.

"You are a very perceptive child."

"Thank you".

The smile on Sailom's face widened, and being able to converse with the elderly like
this made him feel as if he was talking to a relative, and he felt an indescribable affection. It
had been a long time since I had any older relatives, and that feeling was almost forgotten.

"And Kanghan?"

"Ah... Something big happened lately, until the principal found out too, so he told him
to call his parents. The reason is that he asked my friend to make a report for him, but the
teacher caught them because he didn't do it himself. Kanghan then turned to bully my
partner."

"Let me guess, you went to speak on behalf of that fellow."

The old woman stated confidently. She smiled softly as the boy nodded firmly in
admission.

"I went to tell the teacher, and as a result I was also bullied."

"Did that happen to you?"

"At first, I was also bullied. But he didn't know how to stop and I couldn't stand it
anymore. To be honest, I also took revenge by recording a video as evidence and sending it
to the teachers."

"This time Kanghan will surely not escape."

"Yeah". Sailom admitted but he didn't look too happy. This image escaped the old
woman's eyes.

"Even though you're about to be punished, you don't feel very happy."

"I didn't do all this for revenge, or to ruin his life. But people like Kanghan... need to
learn a lesson."

"What you mean is that you don't want me to repeat the mistakes and you hope that
they can be corrected?"

"However, it could be very difficult."

Sailom smiled shyly. Just then, the elevator doors on the director's office floor
opened, he pressed the button to keep the door open so that grandma could leave quietly.

"We talked for so long that grandma still doesn't know my name."

"My name is Sailom."

 He smiled happily, that smile was very contagious. This smile was from seeing this
kind old lady and wanting her to be a member of her family, but when a familiar voice was
heard when Sailom and Grandma walked out of the elevator, she was so shocked that she
immediately turned pale.

"Grandma... Why didn't you call me when you came?"

Curse! The world is too small!

Sailom slowly turned around, looking bravely and fearfully at the person who had
just spoken. At this moment, he walked straight over with an upset face, pushed his
shoulder to make way, and took grandma's hand. Everything that had happened made the
answer obvious in Sailom's mind.

"Grandma Ging is Kanghan's grandmother."

This kind old woman who had spoken to him like a relative for so long introduced
herself. He didn't notice the content of the previous conversation, but instead kindly smiled
at her so that she wouldn't think too much.

But the person who woke up from a dream choked. Sailom's face was like seeing a
ghost in broad daylight, watching the grandmother and grandson talking in front of him.

Today, without meaning to, he had said many unpleasant things about his grandson.
 CAPITULO 3
The atmosphere in the meeting room next to the director's office was very gloomy,
making Sailom feel oppressed. She looked at the director with fear. Because a few minutes
ago, all eyes were on him, as if they were preparing to punish him, as if everything that had
happened was his fault. Although I did not expect or want anyone to stand up for justice.
But when the teachers didn't even show a bit of advocacy toward the wronged student, he
couldn't help but feel disappointed.

"I won't mention again the reason why I gathered everyone here today, I'm sure you
all know it very well by now."

The director's loud and powerful voice echoed through the silence, momentarily
interrupting Sailom's stream of thoughts. The director wore silver-framed glasses, his gaze
swept around the room, then settled on Kanghan. The person who caused the bullying
incident then looked away from him.

"First, we should inform Kanghan's parents about his behavior at school."

As soon as the principal finished speaking, another teacher who was the principal's
personal secretary showed the video on his cell phone in front of Ms. Ging for her to see.

She put on her glasses and covered her mouth, screaming in surprise. She saw the
sweet boy she had talked to in the elevator appear in the video, and she felt very guilty.

"Kanghan..."

Mrs. Ging looked at her grandson sitting beside her with a disappointed expression.
At that moment, as a grandson, he could only lower his head, not wanting to feel his
grandmother's disappointment.

In fact, Kanghan also felt very upset, but deep prejudice and indifference towards the
feelings of his loved ones led him to act as if he felt no pain for the harm his actions caused
to others.

"Parents don't deny it, do they? "With the evidence I just provided, it can be proven
that Kanghan's behavior was wrong."

"That's how it is". Grandma Ging agreed.

"But I want to give my grandson a chance to correct himself. I also promise to

educate him well."

"This morning, after learning about the matter, I also had the chance to talk to
Sailom, the child who was hurt by Kanghan." The director stepped in to remind, then looked
at Sailom, and everyone looked to see what the victim was saying.

"I don't want to escalate the issue between the two of us."

Kanghan looked at him in disbelief. After the incident, he always thought that Sailom
would want to use this to corner him, especially since the evidence of his crime was already
established. But what he heard began to make him doubt, what was Sailom trying to do?

"However, the school must also take responsibility. Although the students reported
earlier, the tutor did not pay attention, which is why this happened today."

At that moment, the principal's gaze fell on the pale face of the second-year high
school homeroom teacher. She shook her head innocently, as if she needed an explanation
as to why she was being accused.

"Isn't that right, Professor?"

The director spoke loudly and stared at her, which terrified her deeply.

"But director... "Everything I did was for the benefit of our school."

"But isn't it the responsibility of teachers to protect the interests of students?"

The tutor had nothing to say about it. Furthermore, it should also be admitted that
every teacher is like a ferryman, with the most important responsibility of carrying his
students to the other side, ensuring the safety of every student along the way is the top
priority. Instead, he was more concerned about those who had financed the ships, even
though currently, the ship was constantly tossed by the wind and waves.
 "I will definitely investigate this negligence, the tutor will have to resign and leave
the school."

The voice announcing the punishment resounded like thunder, causing the punished
person to be unable to sit still.

"Director..." The class teacher tried to argue, but the principal shook his head and
raised a hand to stop her.

"This is also a lesson for teachers. So that everyone realizes what a teacher's
responsibility is. I hope that in the future no student will feel that school is an unsafe place."

"The last sentence of the announcement is also for all the teachers who attended this
meeting. In addition to the home being the safest place, the school as a second home must
also protect all students from discrimination. At this point, I'm not thinking about blaming
others. Because I'm blaming myself. Since I am still in this position, I cannot delegate the
responsibility to others, I have now decided to take better care of my students and not
allow something similar to happen again."

"As for Kanghan, the teachers feel that this is the first time he has made a mistake, so
the punishment this time will be recorded first. If he makes another mistake... he will be
expelled."

"Yes sir". Kanghan suppressed his mood and admitted his mistake.

"But..." The choppy words made Kanghan look up and frown.

"Whoever makes a mistake should know how to apologize."

"Grandma agrees with this too." Grandma Ging said softly, Kanghan could only look
at her in displeasure and raise his head, and she pushed him towards Sailom.

"Apologize to Sailom."

Grandma's repeated reminders and the stares of many tense eyes made Kanghan
grit his teeth tightly. He looked cold and his lips were tightly pursed. Sailom's restrained
smile drove him mad. But Grandma kept reminding her, no matter what she really thought,
Kanghan had to say the words everyone was waiting for.

"I'm sorry". His hoarse voice revealed his dissatisfaction, until his strong arm was hit
without warning by the grandmother.

"Grandmother..."

"Nice words, Kanghan. "Grandma doesn't remember raising you to be like that."

Kanghan was like a stubborn child, his gaze accidentally drifting towards Sailom,
who was raising her chin to look at him. Sailom had a small build, his eyebrows raised
defiantly. Grandma reached out and squeezed his arm, making Kanghan unable to help but
moderate his words.

"I'm sorry I hurt you."

Although he knew that there was no sincerity in the person who was apologizing,
because his face clearly showed anger, with an angry expression, like that of a child.
However, Sailom was very pleased and his own efforts to teach him a lesson had exceeded
expectations. So he nodded slightly, accepting the apology.

The meeting ended, the principal allowed Sailom to return to class, while he would
talk to Ms. Ging and Kanghan a little more. But the sweet boy still stood politely in front of
the meeting room, because he still felt guilty about what he had said to Mr. Ging's
granddaughter, adding words loaded with the previous disgust he felt towards him.

"Um... "Sailom".

Mrs. Ging happily left the meeting room and called Sailom, because she also had
something to talk to him about.

"I thought you were back in class."

"Do you still want to demand something else?"

"I wanted to apologize for what I said in the elevator."

 Sailom ignored the person who seemed to want to be a shield for Grandma. He
clasped his hands together and bowed in embarrassment to apologize.

"Don't worry". Mrs. Ging waved a hand and laughed loudly.

"I felt really good that Sailom told me a lot and allowed me to see a lot."

"But I apologize to you again anyway."

"What did you say to my grandmother?"

Kanghan asked in a deep voice, but since he was still being punished, he also
moderated his harsh words.

"Annoying".

Sailom complained and was about to leave, but Mrs. Ging came over and stopped
him.

"When we were talking, Grandma still remembers that Sailom won a scholarship. A
while ago the principal also told me that your grades are among the best in the class."

"Yes, grandma."

"Sailom... Wanna earn something extra?"

"That??" The phrase 'earn extra' was very appealing to someone who had to earn
money to pay off debts, but Sailom did not understand what work Grandma required her to
do.

"I just want to find someone to tutor Kanghan."

"Grandmother!" The one who would receive the classes was not happy and said.

"I don't want to".

"I'm not asking your opinion."

Mrs. Ging scolded him loudly and turned to look for Sailom, who was standing beside
her blinking incessantly.

"I will pay... 5000 baht for each class every month."

"¡¿5000?!"

Sailom repeated the number he had just heard very loudly, and Mrs. Ging nodded to
indicate that she had heard correctly. The math student was adding these numbers in his
head, after a few seconds, his eyes opened very wide. And then, seeing his classmate's
menacing gaze, his expression darkened.

"What do you think?"

"Not very suitable." Although he was very sorry for the money Grandma had offered,
Sailom knew very well that someone like Kanghan would not let him teach her easily.
Therefore, no matter how much Sailom wanted to accept the offer, if the other party did not
cooperate, it would have no effect either.

"Maybe it was too hasty to ask you for an answer now, without giving you time to
think about it." Mrs. Ging looked at him with understanding.

"So... Grandma will give you a card with her contact information. If you change your
mind, you can contact me at any time."

Mrs. Ging took out a small card from the bag he had carried for her earlier and
handed it to her. Sailom accepted the card, visibly uncomfortable. And a pair of cold eyes
were staring at him the whole time, this sharp gaze almost cut Sailom's neck.

"Grandma is waiting for Sailom to call her." Mrs. Ging said before leaving.

He still didn't want to go with her. He hurried over, his face leaning towards Sailom,
who was looking at the card, and whispered into the other's ear in a voice that only the two
of them could hear.

"Don't even think about accepting my grandmother's proposal."

After Kanghan left, Sailom could only sigh softly. He also didn't want to get into
trouble for a job that required dealing with someone like Kanghan.

But... lately, any previous plans were also wrong, after Sailom returned home as
usual, wanting to charge his cell phone, it turned out that his bad luck was not over yet. No
matter how many times he tried to connect and disconnect the charging cable, his old cell
phone could not be charged because the charger was no longer working properly.

"I think it's not that it doesn't charge, but that it's completely damaged." More than
ten minutes had passed since he saw his younger brother concentrating on playing with his
old cell phone, when Saifah said this in a restrained tone.

"What the hell is going on?"

Sailom stared at the phone in his hand with a grave expression. It had probably been
damaged while struggling with Kanghan, because at that time the phone was in the pocket
of his school pants.

"I'll buy you a new phone."

"I don't need." Sailom knew very well where Saifah's money came from, and nine out
of ten of them were from defrauding patients.

"Then take it to the repair shop. "Let me take you."

Finally Silom reluctantly agreed. Then the two brothers went to the cell phone repair
shop at the vegetable market one bus stop away from their house, because it seemed that
repairing there was not very expensive either, almost within their reach.

"The screen is damaged." The shop owner took the old, outdated cell phone, looked
at it and shook his head.

"Can it still be repaired?" Sailom asked reluctantly.

"It can be repaired, replacing the screen would cost about 5,000 baht."

"¡¿5000?!" Sailom repeated out loud the number he had just heard.
 This number was like what he had heard that afternoon, which had given him hope,
but now, he heard it from the owner of the cell phone repair shop, which made him feel like
he would faint right then and there. 5000 baht was a considerable sum and impossible to
obtain in a short time for a student who could only earn money by working part-time at the
mechanic's shop for a few hours a day, and besides, the day of debt repayment was
approaching.

"I see you're still a student, so I'll give you a special price. But in reality, this amount
is not even enough to buy a new one."

"I'd like to go home and think about it a bit."

Sailom retrieved his damaged cell phone and walked home angrily. He felt very
helpless. In today's technological information age, the cell phone is an essential item. At
least he needed it to contact the manager of the car shop, in addition to the regular work
days, when other employees asked for leave, he could take the shift to earn a little extra.
Moreover, cell phones are also popular nowadays for students to search for reference
material online, if you don't have a cell phone, it's like breaking your arm.

"What are you worried about? Like I told you... just buy a new one and that's it." The
person accompanying him said indifferently, Sailom looked at him with wide eyes.

"A cell phone is not ten or twenty baht, whether you buy it or repair it, you should
consider it carefully."

"What's so difficult? Wait a while and I'll find patients to charge, one or two right
away." Saifah put a hand on her shoulder, hoping she would stop worrying.

"Never think about doing that and never do it again." Sailom pushed his hand away
and walked away, at the same time looking at him disappointedly and scolding him.

"I have told you many times not to use poverty as an excuse to do evil."

"If I don't do that, where will we get the money to pay the debts? Don't forget, I'm
not like others, with high academic degrees, with an impeccable resume, to get a well-paid
job." With that, Saifah left, trying to hide the pain in his heart, so as not to affect his younger
brother.

Sailom also looked at his brother in annoyance. He understood that his brother had
sacrificed a lot for him, but he did not want debt or poverty to become a reason for his
brother to do wrong. He always believed that he had hands and feet to work, and that he
had a sharp mind; he would surely find a good job; there was nothing he couldn't do.

Suddenly, this thought made him remember Mrs. Ging...

Sailom pulled the card he had received that afternoon from the backpack over his
shoulder. Although at the time he had chosen to reject it, I don't know for what strange
reason he had kept this card, as if he knew that he would actually use it in the future.

The enormous pressure of life pounced, forcing him to decide to follow his brother.
When he got home, he said he had to discuss homework with his classmates and asked to
borrow Saifah's cell phone. Then he sneaked into his room, swiped across the phone screen
and dialed the number on the card. The ringtone rang for just a moment, the other side of
the line was already connected. He inhaled deeply, as if preparing a speech. But finally, he
immediately talked about tutoring work.

"I'm Sailom, Grandma. I'm calling to tell you that... I've decided to give Kanghan
private lessons."
 CAPITULO 4

Sailom knew very well that it would not be easy to get Kanghan to learn in private
lessons. In fact, it would be even more difficult than getting a child to drink unpleasant
medicine. So it wasn't hard to imagine the scene of him sitting alone at the wooden table by
the soccer field waiting for Kanghan after school. Sailom had already prepared for
something like this to happen one day.

But... I didn't expect it to be like this for 3 days straight.

Sailom quickly put his books away on the table so he could catch up with Kanghan.
But the sound of a motorcycle accelerating louder and louder caught his attention. Then
Sailom saw that the source of his suffering was sitting on that motorcycle, and was smiling
at him ever so slightly. Sailom really wanted to kick him off the bike. If he could complete
the private lessons alone, Kanghan's attitude towards him really wouldn't be a big problem.
So when the person to be taught does not cooperate, the sign of the loss of that additional
work becomes increasingly clear.

"Where are you going?" Sailom shouted, his voice very irritated, because Kanghan
was behaving very childishly.

"That's my business." Kanghan responded to Sailom, then raised his middle finger to
the sky, as if declaring victory.

"DAMN WRETCH."

Even when Sailom was yelling furiously at Kanghan, all it did was make the other
students around him look at him in surprise. Kanghan was also quite surprised, because he
thought he had already gotten rid of Sailom, so he slowed down. As Kanghan followed the
gazes of the others around him and looked back, he saw Sailom running after him, his
previously relaxed face turning terrifying. He accelerated again, but the road to the school
gate necessarily had to turn, which prevented the accelerator from having room to act.

"Why are you following me?"

 "Stop the bike!"

"I order you now not to follow me any more, understood?"

"Then let me say a few words to you, okay?"

With that, just before Kanghan could escape, Sailom quickly jumped onto the
backseat of the motorcycle. Kanghan had no chance to escape, he was stunned for a
moment.

"You're crazy? What do you want to do in the end? "Do you want to die?"

"What do I want to do?... "I want to catch you and then tutor you in the next life."

"Don't joke."

"I'm serious. "I want you to make up your classes with me."

"Get down, even if I die I won't take those classes with you."

"Then we will die together. "I'll give you private lessons in hell."

"I won't study."

"But I want to teach you." Sailom didn't care and wrapped his arms around the
driver's waist.

"Hey! "Why are you hugging me?"

Kanghan screamed loudly, the moment of physical contact made him feel like he was
losing control, if he was not careful, the motorcycle would go out of control, which was very
scary. Fortunately, since it was still a while before school started, there weren't many cars
coming in and out of the school gate.

"A double murder almost happened."

"I won't let you die so easily."

"Are you afraid you won't be able to get money from my grandmother?"
 "Yeah."

Kanghan didn't expect Sailom to answer so directly, he felt a little uncomfortable in

his heart, because he didn't know how to refute it, so he didn't say anything more. He didn't
really want to admit that Sailom was the first person to do that... rendered speechless.

"Let's start with the trigonometric formulas."

"What else do you want?"

"They are the trigonometric functions."

"I don't know that."

"Oh yeah? So let me go over with you adding, subtracting, multiplying, and dividing,
okay?"

"I already told you that I won't study."

"A characteristic of trigonometric functions is that different trigonometric functions

are equal at any angle with the same value. "

"You understand me?"

"The cosine theorem and the sine theorem state that for any triangle with sides a, b,
c..."

"Sailom!"

"The sine theorem is a/sinA = b/sinB = c/sinC

"I don't hear

"And the cosine theorem is

a2 = b2 + c2 - 2bc * cosA

b2 = a2 + c2 - 2ac * cosB

c2 = a2 + b2 - 2ab * cosC"
 Kanghan gritted his teeth, driving the motorcycle back and forth, hoping Sailom
would stop rambling on about numbers and formulas that were making his head hurt.

But the opponent's level was much higher than he had imagined, the pleasant voice
spread out relentlessly like a parrot whose ability to speak is activated for the first time by
its owner. Until Kanghan couldn't stand it anymore, so he turned around and went back to
school to stop. Sailom got off the bike, arms crossed, looking at him and asking.

"Well?"

"Annoying."

Kanghan let this out, then twisted the throttle and sped off, several times faster than
before. Sailom could only watch him go, thinking to himself. Someone like Kanghan
wouldn't be easy to teach. Many plans lit up in his head one after another.

After that day, Sailom found every way to insert lessons into Kanghan's life, or you
could say force them. It was applying different lessons wherever Kanghan was present, in
all his belongings, be it...

Stick filled notes on the table.

Write your points on your glass of water with a marker.

Even whispering in her ear non-stop when they met.

But... No matter how, that didn't make the arrogant and proud Kanghan submit
easily either.

So today was a decisive day. In the past week, Sailom had wasted too much time on
this brat. Because no matter how much he clung to Kanghan like a tick, following him like a
shadow, he couldn't make this stubborn person submit easily.

When Sailom saw Kanghan sitting on his motorcycle, he hurried over, but when he
got closer, he found that the other person was not alone, there was also another girl
standing there. Pimfa.
 "Kanghan."

For the first time, Sailom called out to him in a softer voice than he had imagined.
But when she turned to look at him, she was the most popular girl in school, beautiful,
intelligent, from a good family, you could say the perfect girl praised by everyone. Although
many boys at school liked her, Pimfa only had a close relationship with Kanghan. Therefore,
everyone was happy to see that they could actually become a couple, because no one was
more suitable for Pimfa than Kanghan.

"Sailom is calling you, can't you hear?" Pimfa nudged his old friend, as their mothers
were friends, they had known each other since they were children.

"I heard, but I don't want to pay attention." Kanghan responded and handed her a
helmet.

"You didn't say you wanted to go buy books, if you stay here you'll be late home."

As Pimfa had mentioned earlier that she wanted to buy a book that was in her
report, Kanghan offered to take her to the downtown bookstore to buy it. Although they
usually liked to find time to go out to eat, watch movies or travel together, it had been a long
time since they had taken a walk together.

"Where are you going? Don't forget that we still have to study today." Since Kanghan
didn't seem to remember this, Sailom interrupted the conversation without caring about
politeness.

"I didn't forget, but I won't study."

"You're ruining my work. "Do you still want me to waste my time sitting around
waiting for you, you bastard?"

"Did I ask you to wait for me?" Kanghan got off the bike and stood right in front of
Sailom.

"Say what you want."

 "Call my grandma and cancel the private lessons. Just tell him you don't want to do it
anymore."

"I'm not the irresponsible type."

"That's your business, but I won't be taking remedial classes anyway."

"Hey, Kanghan." Pimfa looked at him for a long time, putting his hand on the arm of
the one who was beginning to get upset, trying to convince him.

Sailom could only look up at the sky, then his gaze slid through the fence towards the
soccer field. A group of players from the school football team were signing up, and one of
them was his friend. In an instant, an idea came to his head, causing the corners of his lips
to curve into a smile.

"What are you laughing at?" Kanghan saw him laughing, not knowing what else he
was up to.

"Do you want to bet with me?"

"Get lost."

"Hey... Listen to my proposal first, maybe you will accept."

Sailom gave him a sense of extreme urgency, causing Kanghan to adopt a posture as
if he wanted to escape. Until she saw that Kanghan didn't say anything, she hurriedly spoke
before he changed his mind.

"Let's play soccer."

"That?" Kanghan frowned and asked in disbelief.

"If I win, you'll take remedial classes with me."

"I won't play." Kanghan directly rejected without thinking.

"Does that mean you think you'll definitely lose to me?"

 "Don't be too clever."

"Calm down, Kanghan." Pimfa saw that Kanghan wanted to go to Sailom, so she
quickly reached out her hand to take his arm.

Kanghan looked at Pimfa, she shook her head slightly as if to say that there was no
need to complicate things further, until her mood calmed down, Kanghan also asked Sailom
in a challenging manner.

"And what do I gain if I win this match?"

"I will completely walk away from your life."

Kanghan should have declined because it felt too risky. If there was a slightest
carelessness in this game, it meant that his life would surely be under Sailom's control. But
the delicate hand of the person beside her took her arm and gave her a good suggestion.

"You have nothing to lose by trying. If you win... you won't have to take remedial
classes."

Pimfa knew Kanghan's competitive spirit very well, the more he disliked something,
the more he wanted to have the advantage over Sailom. Actually, deep down in her heart, as
a good friend of Kanghan, she was currently rooting for Sailom and hoped that she could
win this time. In this way, Kanghan could calm down a bit and study diligently like before.

Because the Kanghan she knew was much more rule-following now.

"But I don't want any more problems." Kanghan whispered. Sailom was still here,
frowning at his double standards.

"You like playing football anyway. There's a good chance you'll win this match."

"Everything is getting complicated."

"But it's worth the risk." Compared to Sailom, Pimfa's words were more like
suggestive whispers to him. This made Kanghan even more confused.
 Should I take a bet on this match...?

"An expert like you shouldn't be afraid of a novice like me, right?" Sailom asked him.

"Remember well what you said." Kanghan pressed his finger hard on Sailom's chest,
making him remember what he had said.

"Of course. If you win... I will completely distance myself from you."

"Forever?"

"Yes... forever."

"So when do you want to play... say."

"Right now."

Sailom didn't give Kanghan much time to prepare, it is said that you have to strike
the iron while it's hot, same with someone like Kanghan. If he didn't take advantage of his
recent acceptance to play immediately, Sailom might not get a second chance.

They met to compete in a five-player indoor soccer match, because each of their
friends would participate, enough for this sport. Moreover, futsal does not take as long as
football, the whole match would not last more than 1 hour, only 20 minutes per half, half
time not even 15 minutes. They took to the field, by then a long time had passed since
school had ended. There weren't many students at that late hour, most of them were Nava's
friends. When he was free after school, he always liked to play basketball on the school
court.

Sailom, Kanghan and their friends from both sides were standing in the center of the
court. Kanghan looked at Sailom with a bored expression, wondering why he had come here
and was doing this. At this moment, Sailom was trying his best to prepare.

Pimfa was standing on the side of the football field, with her hands on her knees,
excited as she watched the match about to begin. Even though she was friends with
Kanghan, she couldn't deny that she was rooting for Sailom at this moment. A colleague
who is a big football fan here volunteered to be the referee. He blew the whistle to start the
match. In the first three minutes alone, Kanghan's team already scored to open the scoring,
the clashes became very intense. This further aroused Kanghan's caution, this was not a
casual friendly match, but rather they were betting the future of their lives. Thus, in less
than a few minutes in the first half, Sailom's team managed to score and tie the game 1:1.
From then on, the goal percentage of both teams was exactly the same, making the
remaining time of the first half even more tense. Thus, before the final whistle of the first
half blew, neither team was able to penetrate the other's goal again, and both sides felt
enormous pressure.

"It's not too late to retire yet. "I already told you that you can't beat me in this
match." Kanghan came over to mock Sailom during halftime, believing that he couldn't beat
him.

"Very confident, aren't you?" That was not Sailom's voice, but Guy's, in his opinion,
Kanghan himself also had many weaknesses in sports.

"Then I will show you that even a student athlete like you is no better than me."

The whistle blew to restart, they separated, and within minutes everyone was in
position. The second half of the match had begun, the atmosphere on the pitch was even
more tense than in the first half. The two teams took turns moving forward, controlling the
ball when neither team was fouling or had a clear advantage, leading to a tussle, with
spectators unable to guess the outcome.

"You absolutely can't beat me." Kanghan screamed his way through as he stole the
ball, but Sailom successfully blocked and immediately passed to Guy.

(Playing football tires me out a lot but his big mouth can't stop provoking me)

"You're the one who definitely can't win. Get ready for me to give you private
lessons."

The match entered the final minutes of the second half. The team passed the ball to
Sailom. Then he took the risk of kicking a beautiful goal into the opposing goal. Shortly after,
the final whistle of the match blew along with cheers for the winning team.
 At this moment, Kanghan, who had lost the match, could only collapse and crouch,
unable to sit on the ground. Desperation was evident on his sculpted face as he looked up at
the high ceiling of the stadium. Then a person came, his shadow enveloped Kanghan and
Kanghan could only direct his gaze towards him. But the winner's smile adding fuel to the
fire made him turn his head.

"I won."

"Yes, my eyes are not blind."

"That means..."

Kanghan rolled his eyes in annoyance, this person was stretching out every word to
irritate him.

"I'm giving you private lessons now, are you satisfied?"

"Yes, very satisfied~~" Sailom lengthened his voice, and agreed with a heartfelt
smile.

"Tomorrow I will fully prepare to be your tutor."

"Do what you want."

"All night long tonight.... enough time for you to calm down."

"Go away! "Get away from me."

"Don't cause trouble after losing."

"Then you won, don't come bothering me anymore."

"But no matter what... we're still in the same boat, aren't we?" Sailom friendly
extended his hand towards the other.

Kanghan looked at the slender hand and small face again and again, then took that
hand and stood up, then left after saying the last sentence.
 "It's just private lessons... does it have to be that friendly?"

CAPITULO 5

In the same place, a few days before Sailom sat alone, waiting for who would sit next
to him, but today that place already had someone, although his expression and gestures
seemed not to want to be there, at least Kanghan was able to find him to give him private
lessons as they had agreed.

"Try doing this exercise the way I explained to you." Sailom passed a sheet of paper
with a simple question type on it to the frowning person. Seeing the numbers on the paper,
his eyebrows furrowed even deeper.

"Difficult".

"You haven't done it yet, how do you know it's hard?"

"Just by looking at it I know it's difficult."

"But anyone can do this exercise."

Sailom took a deep breath and managed to successfully place the piece of paper in
front of Kanghan, but she didn't see him do anything for several minutes. To contain his
anger, Sailom could only count from one to ten mentally. Teaching requires a lot of patience.
But if it was Kanghan, Sailom's patience increased many times over.

"Can you do it?"

Sailom looked at the numbers on his phone and asked after fifteen minutes passed,
but Kanghan just stared at the blank sheet of paper without doing anything.

"If I could do it, I would have done it already."

Sailom took a deep breath, picked up the blank sheet of paper and placed it in the
middle of the table, his other hand took the book with the formula he had just taught, and
put them together.
 "First look at what the problem is asking for and then what values it gives."

The pen in Sailom's hand pointed to the title, but the person who should have been
listening had diverted his attention to the soccer field on the other side of his table.

"Are you listening to me?"

"Yes, I hear you."

"You must not only listen, your eyes must also look."

Kanghan obediently looked back, but his eyes were looking at Sailom instead of at
the piece of paper. The two looked at each other like that, but Sailom looked away
uncomfortably.

"I already told you that this method is not effective for me." Kanghan expressed his
thoughts.

"What do you mean?"

"The problem is the way you think and try to teach me."

"So what method should I use on you?"

"No matter how you teach me, it won't get into my head."

"But you could at least memorize a little, there's a test tomorrow, anyway you have
to review before."

Sailom mentioned that there would be a math test tomorrow, so the main focus of
today's tutoring was mainly on content that might be assessed tomorrow.

"That's what I meant."

"What do you mean?" Sailom looked at him annoyed.

"There's a test tomorrow, so... no matter how much you teach me today, it's too late
already."
 "And then?" Sailom asked because he knew Kanghan had a plan and wanted him to
follow it.

"You could help me and you are the only person who can." Kanghan said with
shining eyes, but Sailom was sure that what he was about to hear would not be anything
good.

"Say it once and for all, don't beat around the bush."

"Calm down."

Kanghan smiled, Sailom clearly felt uncomfortable, but that made him feel... more
interesting.

"I offer you something better, better than the amount of money my grandmother
gave you."

"Will you pay me too?"

"Awesome". Kanghan snapped his fingers and smiled smugly.

Sailom knew very well what this method was. This method was the easiest, it could
only be solved with money.

"I'll hire you to send me the answers, 1,000 baht per subject, starting with
tomorrow's math test."

With that, he took out his wallet from his pocket and handed Sailom a gray bill, as if
that bill was just a disposable piece of paper that could be given to anyone, without feeling
any remorse, completely opposite to Sailom. Every cent of his was earned with sweat and
effort, with an exhausted and worn-out body.

"Are you sure you want that?"

Sailom asked, but still refused to accept the money offered.

"It's a mutually beneficial agreement, what else is there to think about?"

 "Um, whatever... But save your money for now. "When we're done I'll give it to you."

Sailom's response made Kanghan look back at the money in his hand, unsure if the
amount he had offered had been accepted by the other side.

"If you feel that it is too little..."

"Do what you said."

"This way we will be accomplices."

"Yesterday, didn't you say that we didn't need to be too close?"

Sailom whispered in complaint, but Kanghan paid no attention to what he said.

Watching Sailom pack his things and sling his backpack over his shoulder.

"Where are you going?"

"With my part-time job, people like me can't use money as casually as some people."

Kanghan blinked at the departing back, he didn't feel that Sailom was looking down
on him, it could be seen in his tired face and eyes. It was fine that Sailom could easily accept
his proposal, but in this way Kanghan also understood in a different way. Sailom could be
bought with money and he had enough to buy one.

In 11th grade math class, tests were spread out by rows of seats. Normally Kanghan
and Sailom would sit at opposite ends of the classroom, but today due to his homework,
Sailom could only move to sit next to Kanghan, as a result Guy and Auto looked at him in
confusion. But it wasn't long before the teacher started counting down the time for the test.
The classroom suddenly became quiet, everyone's attention focused on the test paper in
front of them, only the sound of pages turning and pencils scribbling circles on the paper
could be heard.

Kanghan pretended to write formulas on his paper, as if he really knew how to do it,
but he was actually waiting for the answer from the person next to him. The distance
between them was only one meter, his sharp eyes were looking at the clock on the wall,
there were only five minutes left. Sailom quickly passed the sheet to him when the master
turned his back on them. Kanghan quickly took the small copy paper and completed the test
before the bell rang.

"Damn difficult." Nava went to complain to Kanghan after handing in his test.

"I guessed more than half of them." Mac added.

"But this time I can get the maximum grade." Kanghan leaned back confidently in his
chair and answered, pleased to see Sailom return to his seat.

"That's because your little brother helped you." Nava thought that next time he
would definitely have to ask someone for the answers.

"He's not my brother." Kanghan replied angrily.

"He's looking for you for money to that extent, how can he not be your brother?" Mac
said.

"I don't know, but Sailom can't be my brother, he absolutely can't be."

Kanghan looked at the aforementioned person, he was talking to Auto about the test
he had just taken. Seeing that the other was worried about the test, while the person who
gave him the small sheet looked at him so lightly. This way, if Sailom remained so docile,
they could become friends in the future.

But Kanghan's idea stopped there. After class, the teacher handed back the tests, in
the top right corner of the sheet was a clear number 0 written in red ink. From his seat at
the back of the classroom, he could clearly see Kanghan frowning as he looked at his test
paper for confirmation. Realizing that he wasn't seeing wrong, someone else was surely
playing a prank on him. His sharp eyes looked at Sailom, and he saw him smiling at him.

"Are you kidding me?"

When the teacher left the classroom, Kanghan kicked Sailom's desk hard, causing a
loud noise, the desk crashed into the classroom wall. The entire class looked at them
simultaneously. Especially seeing Sailom's perfect test, Kanghan was furious.

"When did I ever play a joke on you?"

"Didn't we agree yesterday that you would give me the answers?"

"Didn't I give them to you?"

Sailom looked at him firmly and replied, because he felt that he had not violated the
deal.

"You purposely gave me the wrong answers."

"You didn't say when you begged me... that I had to give you the right answers."

"SAILOM!"

Kanghan grabbed Sailom's shirt collar and pulled him towards him.

"Do you really want to provoke me?"

"You were the one who threw money at me first, do you think I'm the kind of person
who would do anything for money?"

"Aren't you someone who really needs money? You accepted my grandmother's
request for money, didn't you? Or is it that the money I gave you was too little, so you didn't
want to do it? "

"Keep your money, I definitely won't do such a vile thing."

Sailom pushed Kanghan's hand away, but that only made Kanghan look at him even
more dissatisfied.

"Remember well what you said. "I'm the one who has to deal with you."

Sailom didn't pay attention to what that arrogant teenager said. That night he went
to work at the auto shop as usual, but he had forgotten that Kanghan was someone who
would definitely get revenge. If anyone dared to challenge him, he would fearlessly take
revenge.

The young man saw a luxury car parked in his spot. Another teenager his age in a
school uniform approached and threw him the car keys.

"Why are you here?"

"I came to the auto repair shop for dinner." Kanghan responded sarcastically.

But before Sailom could respond, the store manager arrived to ask the customer
what service he needed.

"Just wash it and vacuum it."

Kanghan headed to the customer rest area after talking to the store manager, it
seemed like he really came to enjoy the service and had no other thoughts.

"I found out today that you work part-time here."

A voice made the person crouched down cleaning the water stain on the car turn to
look to his side.

"You said you just found out, not that you knew before, but you still came here to
bother me."

"You think too much."

Kanghan leaned down so that their gazes were level. Bringing the two bodies closer,
Sailom could feel the warm breath blowing on his neck, Kanghan whispered something in
his ear.

"To me, you're not important enough for me to have to know everything about you."

"So please stay away from someone as insignificant as me."

Sailom looked at the teenager who had just left in confusion with a mocking smile,
then continued with his work. He had done very well in the past and had been praised many
times by the manager, Sailom could complete the task assigned to him very well. Cleaning
the car very carefully to avoid scratches, and treating the customer sincerely, without
stealing. Even if the customer dropped coins in the car, as soon as Sailom found them while
vacuuming, he would put them in the dashboard storage compartment in front of the
driver's seat, pick up every penny and leave it, not sparing.

Always like this, even today.

"I'm sure I left my money here."

When Sailom finished cleaning the car and handed it over to the customer,
Kanghan's voice was heard. At this store, the manager would personally return the car to
the customer. When the other customers around heard the commotion and turned to look,
Sailom realized that he had been tricked.

"I'll let you ask the clerk."

"Is there a problem, sir?"

Sailom walked over without waiting for the manager to call him.

"This customer says that before he came here, he left money in the glove
compartment next to the driver's seat, but now that he checked the car, it's gone."

"Normally, when I vacuum, I won't touch the glove compartment of the customer's
car." Sailom replied.

"Are you implying that the money here would just disappear on its own?" Kanghan
asked sarcastically.

"I'm sure I didn't take someone else's money."

"Anyone can say that phrase, so if someone made a mistake, who will take
responsibility?"

Kanghan's words made the atmosphere in the store worse, many people began to
distrust this store.
 "Did you do it, Sailom?" The manager transferred the pressure to the employee.

"I didn't do it."

"Do you dare to be searched?" Kanghan's voice made everyone present nod in
agreement.

"How can you be sure that the money you find is yours?" Sailom asked in return.

"I happen to remember the last three digits of that bill."

More applause was heard, finally the manager proceeded to register Sailom. As a
result, a grey bill was found in his back pants pocket. And the last three digits on the ticket
matched exactly the numbers Kanghan had said.

"Sailom..."

The manager looked at him disappointedly, at the same time, some gazes were also
directed towards him.

"I didn't do it."

"All the evidence is here, do you still want to find excuses?"

The manager scolded him, and again apologized to the customer for the employee's
behavior.

"Dear customer, would you like to call the police?"

"I don't want to make a big deal out of it either, the money was found anyway. I don't
care about a rotten fish, as long as other innocent people are not affected."

Kanghan looked at the rotten fish clenching his fists, black eyes filled with anger
staring at him. But Sailom was still very good at controlling his emotions and didn't make a
fuss here. But that made Kanghan... completely satisfied.

"The store still shouldn't need this kind of employee, before something more serious
happens. It's best to fire him, because other customers won't be as benevolent as I am."

Benevolent...... He dared to say that he was benevolent, Sailom laughed to himself, if

someone like Kanghan was called benevolent, then he was the Virgin Mary.

Meanwhile, the other employees in the store also knew that Sailom was not a thief,
but they all remained silent and did not say anything. Even the manager couldn't do
anything, he could only listen to the customer. Because at that time there were still other
customers receiving the service, so the image and prestige of the store had to be the top
priority.

"From tomorrow onwards, you don't need to come anymore. You will be fired."

Sailom stood still, he didn't expect something like this to happen, he was supposed to
receive his salary and pay off the debt to his brother. Losing his job at a time when he
needed to earn a lot of money to pay off the debt was a serious problem and would bring
many burdens later on. Sailom didn't know what to do next, for a 17-year-old student, part-
time jobs were not easy to find. Working hard was not a problem for him, the main reason
was that many places would not accept a child to work, because he could not work full time.

"You understand now, right? Someone like you will never be able to defeat me."

A mocking laugh was heard causing Sailom to look up at him, the teenager leaning
back with his arms crossed in his car. The previous anger had turned into disappointment,
Sailom clenched his fists looking at the teenager who tilted his head, he raised his eyebrows
as if he had obtained the answer, as if this could make him sleep well tonight.

"Are you satisfied now that I'm unemployed?"

"More or less". Kanghan shrugged.

"But if all those things could make you accept money and follow my suggestion, then
it would be worth it too."

Sailom's disappointment immediately turned to anger, and he was still holding the
bill he had initially offered her when he proposed, and which was also the bill he had
secretly slipped into Sailom's back pocket while they were talking, when he saw him busy
cleaning his car. It was all part of his plan, just to let Sailom know that he shouldn't oppose
him, no matter what.

"I told you, I'd rather die than accept."

"And now you've lost your job and you're starving, will you accept?"

Kanghan threw the bill in his hand to the ground as if it was just a meaningless bill
given when buying something at an ordinary convenience store.

Sailom looked at the not-small-value bill on the ground, his slender fingers tightened
as he bent down, the person standing there laughed and looked at him thinking that money
could still buy Sailom.

But who knew, just at the moment when Kanghan was victorious, those hands that
were supposed to pick up the bill, rose up and hit his face hard.

"What the hell are you doing?"

Kanghan screamed, bringing his hand to his face to check where he had been hit, his
sharp eyes glued to the teenager who still stood there with his fists clenched and his face
furious.

"I won't be giving you private lessons anymore!" Sailom shouted loudly.

"From now on, you can continue living this miserable life because I will never enter
your life again! "Are you satisfied now?"
 CAPITULO 6

Those words kept echoing in Kanghan's mind, making him furious. Furthermore,
Sailom had beaten him and belittled him, saying that his life was dragging on like mud.
Those things were putting a lot of pressure on his spirit. Kanghan held the steering wheel
tightly, no matter what, he had to get everything back from Sailom. At that moment, his
phone rang, the screen showed that the call was from Nava. Only then did he remember
that today he had planned for his group of friends to come over to play video games all
night, usually taking turns at either his or Nava's house.

"Kanghan, where are you now?" Nava's voice came out of the phone speaker,
followed by Mac's loud voice, irritating him and making him frown.

"Do you know where Sailom's house is?"

"Why do you ask this? Don't tell me............" Nava provoked, but Kanghan responded
threateningly.

"Don't speculate unnecessarily. "Just now that bastard dared to hit me in the face, if I
don't find him today, I probably won't be able to sleep peacefully."

"Why would I hit you for no reason?" Nava was skeptical about whether Sailom had
really hit his friend for no reason, or whether his friend had done something to deserve the
blows.

"Don't ask any more, okay? Ask Mac if he knows where Sailom's house is."

Realizing from his tone of voice that he was in a bad mood, he quickly turned on the
speaker and told Mac to stop playing, after a while, Mac was able to find the address of
Sailom's classmates house. His house was a rented unit in the suburbs, he even knew the
exact location. The three then gathered together and prepared to go there to take revenge
on Kanghan. Half an hour later, Kanghan, Nava and Mac stopped in front of a small alley.
This was the road that led to the rental address.

Sailom. Many families had already gone to bed early, so the area was relatively quiet and
seemed a bit secluded. There were homeless people using corners and edges of some
buildings as housing. Piles of beer bottles strewn about along with other stinking trash
made the three rich kids have to cover their noses as they walked past.

"Is this a place where you can live?"

In silence, Nava spoke. It was hard to imagine that Sailom's family, his classmate,
had fallen into such a situation. The other houses along the road didn't look any better
either.

"I only knew that his family was poor and that he could attend our school on a
scholarship. But I didn't expect to live in an environment like this." Mac added, looking
around and shaking his head.

And Kanghan himself also softened his anger a little upon seeing this scene. But he
was competitive by nature, so he thought he should at least beat Sailom once, to make up
for his behavior towards him.

But before they got there, they heard the chaotic noise of many people. The scene
before their eyes looked like a group stepping on something, or someone, and possibly
more than one person was being trampled.

"Hey! "Sailom!" The first thing Kanghan saw was Sailom's body curled up on the
ground. Instinct made him run to help Sailom before thinking twice. Nava and Mac also saw
their friend running and quickly followed him.

Kanghan grabbed a man's shoulder and hit him hard when the man turned around.
Taking advantage of the chaos, he quickly grabbed the collar of Sailom's shirt, lifted him up
and shielded him behind his back from the hands trying to grab him. The previous anger
seemed to fade away with Kanghan's momentum. At this moment, Kanghan had no
intention of asking Sailom who he had fought with or what exactly had happened. Although
he himself had previously thought about finding Sailom to settle accounts. I had even
wanted to hit him twice more painfully. But now, somehow, she couldn't let them hurt him.

Perhaps because... compared to these bullies, he had more right to bully Sailom!

Anyway.................... Your grandmother also paid to hire Sailom, right?

 It was not until some helpers arrived that Sailom was able to stand up and deal with
this gang of debt collectors who had come to cause trouble, because he and his brother did
not have enough money to pay the debt as they had promised. And today, Nam, a debt
collector known to Saifah, had not come, so no one helped to talk and possibly extend his
debt for a few more days.

"Let's go, let's go. Making a big fuss might reach Brother Jeng's ears, we will surely
be unlucky."

When he saw someone coming to help him, one of the group of hired debt collectors
shouted to his cohorts. They then left together because they didn't want to complicate
things. As everyone knew, intimidation and aggression in debt collection violated the law.
Most of them had just gotten out of prison and didn't want to cause trouble and go back to
prison. Plus, it might upset their boss, so the unlucky one wouldn't actually be Sailom, but
them.

After the debt collector gang left, Sailom, Saifah, Kanghan, Nava and Mac collapsed
on the ground exhausted. They all had minor and major injuries on their bodies. Because
they had been surrounded and beaten before, the two brothers were more seriously
injured. The others only had a few bruises, with blood dripping from the corners of their
mouths from the blows.

"Your friends?" Saifah glanced quickly at the group with a glance. At first glance they
looked like a gang of petty criminals, which made him feel that their origins were no better
than his.

"You go to work. "They probably won't make another run today." Sailom replied.

"Go inside the house and remember to close the door carefully."

Saifah did not ask any further. I still had work to do, I had to take care of a patient
with fever who was in special condition. The man's family had urgent business abroad.
Therefore, she often had to work overtime from morning to night to serve him.

"I know".
 "Find something to ice your friends' faces."

Just by looking, it was obvious that everyone's faces would start to swell if nothing
was done.

"Thank you for helping me."

Kanghan nodded reluctantly. He looked at Sailom who was still staring at him, his
eyes looking much weaker and more tired than when he hit him. Kanghan then signaled for
his two friends to leave first.

"Why are you still staying here?" Nava frowned and asked, it seemed like his injury
was more serious, because Kanghan had already been hit by Sailom before and now had an
additional bruise at the corner of his mouth.

“I have something to talk to him about. You go first."

"Alright........ If something happens just call us."

Nava said and then called Mac, although he really wanted to ask Kanghan what
exactly he wanted to talk to Sailom about. But they had been friends for a long time, Nava
knew very well that if Kanghan didn't want to tell, it was useless to ask, better to save time
by going to treat his own wounds.

"Aren't you going to get something to ice me like your brother said?"

Kanghan asked Sailom, who was still standing motionless in place. Only then did
Sailom realize that he had been staring at Kanghan for a long time, and he quickly nodded
in agreement to enter the house.

"Sit here and wait a moment."

Kanghan did not reply, but he was ready to sit on Sailom's floor and look around
with sharp eyes, in less than a minute completely observing the inside and outside. Because
the room was very small, so small that he wondered how it could hold two people.
Everything was very old, as if it had been used for many years. These were the realities that
Sailom had to face every day.
 "Can you ice it yourself or do you need to find something for the bruises?" Sailom
returned with a clean towel wrapped around some ice cubes.

"I can't see where I was hit, so I don't know where."

Sailom didn't care about taking care of him, because Kanghan had gotten into a fight
with the debt collectors but always protected him behind his back, which was why he was
so hurt. Sailom gradually bent down, sitting gently on his heels, looking down at Kanghan's
face. Then the hand holding the ice pack slowly rested on the bruised part of her cheek.

"Thank you". Kanghan whispered.

Sailom looked away from the high nose to the deeply sunken eyes, then laughed.

"I'm doing this just to thank you for helping me."

"So why did you get involved with that kind of people?"

Even if he didn't care, he couldn't deny that Sailom was someone with very good
morals from before in school. He was also highly appreciated by management and co-
workers at the garage. So, he didn't understand why Sailom's life intersected with those
gangsters... if it were him, it would be a different story.

"I heard a name..." Kanghan silently recalled the memories, Sailom spoke in
response.

"Zheng".

"Hmm! Whose name is that?"

"The creditor. "All the troublemakers from before are his henchmen."

"Do you owe him money?"

Kanghan looked at this little classmate in astonishment, what did he need money
for? As if reading her thoughts through those eyes, Sailom laughed.

"Not me, but my father... had gambling debts."

 "And your father? "Why didn't he pay himself?"

"He's already dead." Sailom smiled.

"Both parents died, only the older brother named Saifah whom you just saw
remains."

Kanghan stood still, as if his breath had been taken away for a moment. What he had
done to the person before him in the past, those scenes flashed through his mind in order.
The satisfaction in his heart turned into empathy and understanding, followed by a feeling
of guilt. When he heard Sailom talk about himself, as if telling an old tale, and everything
would eventually go away, without an iota of sorrow.

Although he was the listener... his heart, on the contrary, felt an indescribable pain.

"So, I have to take part-time jobs and also accept additional jobs from your
grandmother. My brother alone would never earn enough to pay off all the debts."

"Is it a lot?"

"Maybe it's not much for you. But for me it is a big sum."

Sailom focused on the bruise on Kanghan's face without realizing it... his own face
was also deeply engraved in the other's eyes.

"I'm sorry".

The deep and soft voice, the unexpected words, made Sailom really unable to believe
his ears. He slowly moved his eyes. This made Kanghan repeat it once again.

"I'm sorry for the bad things I did to you in the past."

"Alright. I hit you today, but you even came here and took beatings from those debt
collectors for me."

"But..."

Kanghan tried to argue, but was cut off by Sailom's unresentful smile at the past,
unable to say a word.

"Actually, I was wrong too, I shouldn't have provoked you. Although I should have
controlled my emotions better."

"Is that called being sick?"

"Factly wrong. "I can usually handle more."

"Why endure?"

"Why make trouble?"

"Okay, okay. I won't argue with you anymore."

"You can't beat me anyway." Sailom muttered to himself, but Kanghan heard him
and didn't care.

"But for what I did, I really feel very guilty."

"I'm not the grudge-holding type, so I don't hold any grudges for what you did."

Sailom knew he was no saint either, because very often he was the one who
provoked Kanghan first, to the point where the other couldn't stand it anymore and would
come looking for him. But to Kanghan, Sailom seemed more and more forgiving, the more
forgiving his tone of voice became, the more contrite Kanghan felt on the other hand.

"Hurts?" Seeing that the other had been silent for a long time, Sailom spoke.

"Much less than when you hit me."

Kanghan's response made Sailom laugh out loud.

"And you?"

"What me?" Sailom raised his eyebrows and asked.

"Doesn't your wound need to be treated or find something to ice it?"

 Sailom didn't have time to say that it wasn't necessary, when the ice pack in his
hand was snatched away, then his slender wrist was pulled. The cold from the ice pack
passed from Kanghan's face to Sailom's. A strong hand slowly pressed the corner of her lips,
gradually moving to one cheek, gently touching it. But no matter how much he only used a
little bit of force, this repeated pain still made Sailom unable to help but scream in pain.

"Hurt like that and still going to take care of others." Kanghan scolded him. But his
wrist tensed further, preventing himself from being too rough.

"This is not the first time I've been beaten." Sailom said softly. This made the other
strong hand tense even more, this time not because he needed to be more careful, but
because what he had just learned made him anxious.

"On mentoring......"Not wanting the other to immerse themselves in sad stories for
too long, Kanghan talked about his pending work.

"You don't have to worry. After I hit you, I called your grandma and told her I
wanted to cancel tutoring. I said I was busy with other work, so I didn't have time to tutor
you."

Kanghan was speechless, because Sailom had given her grandmother reasons, all in
an attempt to soften the damage she had caused. Tons of successive mistakes fell upon him,
perhaps this was the first time in his life that he had been so shaken by someone else's
actions. Kanghan never realized if there was some deeper reason for his feelings or if it was
his own incompetence that had brought him to this point… to what extent was he
dissatisfied with his own behavior?

~~~

The suburban villa of more than 400 square meters remained as quiet as ever. But
now, just a few minutes before the new day, the lights in the living room were still on,
making Kanghan feel doubtful as soon as he got home. Her grandmother Ging used to go to
bed before 10:30 p.m. and slept all night. As for his father, he came home at very irregular
hours. But since his mother's death, there had never been an instance like today when the
middle-aged man was still waiting for him at this time of night.

The lights in the living room were brightly lit, highlighting the jet-black night sky
outside. Kanghan's father, Mr. Gong, was sitting on a long sofa.

Grandma Ging in her pajamas sat to the side, arms crossed watching her only
grandson walk home alone, as if he had just been in a fight somewhere. But this was not
something that surprised the two adults.

"Grandma hasn't fallen asleep yet?" Kanghan stopped, standing right at the entrance
to the living room. He didn't dare to come any closer, noticing his grandmother's expression
as she looked at him, making him feel alternating chills as if he had a fever.

"Your grandmother and your father are still awake because we have something to
talk to you about."

"Let's talk about it tomorrow."

"Do you know that Sailom cancelled her tutoring job with you?"

"I know".

"Did you tell Sailom to do that?" Grandma Ging looked at her grandson with
disappointment.

Regarding this matter, Kanghan could not deny it outright, because the truth was the
truth. He had really wanted to force Sailom to give up being his guardian. Although now I
also felt that it was wrong to do that, it seemed too late.

"Your grandmother still wants to find someone well behaved to tutor you. But you
still refuse to study, you spend all day like a bully. "Your behavior is more like a ruffian than
a student."

After receiving Sailom's call that night, Grandma Ging was restless and continuously
tried to contact her grandson to find out the truth, but no one answered. But still, she could
guess that the reason Sailom resigned was not because of what she said, but because of his
own grandson.

"How long do you want to be like this? Hey Kanghan?"

"Mom, it's time to sleep. Also, be careful, your blood pressure will rise." Mr. Gong
gently touched his mother's arm. Then he turned to look at the boy standing there with his
fists clenched in silence.

"Your grandmother does not remember teaching you to be so unreasonably

quarrelsome. Even your late mother always taught you to be a good person, right?

"Mom, don't say anymore." Mr. Gong stood up, slowly helping his mother up,
carrying her back to the room. But when they were about to pass by Kanghan, who was still
there, the middle-aged man looked once more at his only son.

"You don't need to do anything, just waste your life as you wish."

When his father finished speaking, the two old men left. But those words still echoed
in his head. Kanghan pressed his lips together, as if holding back the emotions that were
overflowing in his chest. His eyes, usually like torches, now seemed weak and fragile like
glass that could break at any moment. No doubt the compassion aroused by his father's
sharp words meant that he had never expected anything from this boy and reminded him
that he was nothing in his father's eyes. This made Kanghan's heart feel as if it was being
squeezed by an invisible hand.

It hurt...

Then he became numb without feeling anything.

 CAPITULO 7
Although Sailom accepted the forgiveness and did not blame Kanghan, he could not
turn back time to fix the fact that he had been fired from the car shop. So, one Saturday, he
dragged his still-aching body in early, the wound from the previous day's blow beginning to
swell, the tear visible at the corner of his lips. But the debt and interest that accumulated
day by day prevented him from taking a single day off. Today Sailom had no work, so he had
to go out and look for another one.

But with the economic situation like this, it was not easy to find work. Furthermore,
his appearance now looked as if he had just gotten into a fight with someone, which made
others not value him much.

So he applied for a job from morning to evening, and apart from the phrases "It's
already full, we don't hire new people here, I think you're not suitable for this job", Sailom
didn't hear any other answers that could give him hope and motivation.

At dusk, Sailom raised his head in a depressed mood to look at the orange sky,
although he was now sitting at the bus stop, the buses coming and going could take him
anywhere, but at that moment Sailom did not know where he should go. At that moment, he
saw the bus he used to take when he was still working at the car workshop, so he got on by
inertia and unconsciously. And deep down, he wanted to see the owner who had helped him
before, maybe he could bring Sailom luck and let him work again. As usual, the shop was
packed with customers, especially on Saturday nights when everyone brought their cars in
to get washed after work. The employees had hardly any time to sit and rest, Sailom
admired their busy silhouettes. He looked around for the manager, but then his coal-black
eyes narrowed, and they opened enormously in just a few seconds.

At this moment, he saw the scene before his eyes, someone was carefully cleaning
every inch of a customer's car, sometimes he would raise the back of his hand to wipe the
sweat from his forehead, the hair that used to be neatly combed was now very messy. The
expensive brand-name clothes he used to wear had been replaced by rough polo shirts with
the workshop logo. I would never have imagined the selfish Kanghan wearing such clothes.
 "He came early this morning to ask the boss for a job," explained the manager, who
had approached without Sailom realizing how long he had been standing there, staring in
astonishment at Kanghan's serious attitude, making him even more surprised.

"He also confessed that what happened yesterday was a premeditated joke to get
you fired, because there was a party at school, right?"

"Yes sir."

"He felt guilty, so he came to apologize."

"Are you also covering my shift?" Sailom pointed at Kanghan, who still didn't know
that he had been there for a long time, seeing his serious attitude, Sailom could hardly
speak.

"Yes, and he also said to check the cameras, that he was the one who put money in
your pocket without you realizing it."

The manager looked at the two young men in turn, shaking his head in pity for the
young teenager, who had insisted on seeing him before the workshop opened that morning
to confess, and demand compensation for all his losses.

"I think he's still young, he didn't want to make a fuss either. And he also asked to
work for you so that he could use his salary to partly compensate for the losses from the
workshop yesterday."

"Did the boss agree?" Hiring staff is usually important because washing cars
requires taking care of customers' valuable items, so the most important thing, besides skill,
is integrity.

"A person who dares to admit the truth and his mistakes, even when he may be seen
as evil, cannot become evil."

"It's true, he's not... that bad either."

"I must also apologize to you for sending you off like that."
 "I understand."

"So let's consider today your day off, so your friend can replace you, and you can
come back to work with me tomorrow."

The manager patted Sailom encouragingly on the shoulder, as if to encourage him.

Perhaps he didn't know much about the life of this young teenager, but it wasn't hard to
guess that he surely had his own difficulties, which was why he had to spend his time
working instead of studying to prepare for the university entrance exams.

"Thank you sir, thank you for giving me this opportunity."

The sweet voice of thanks attracted Kanghan's attention. After the manager's back
left, in its place were the bright black eyes staring at him, and Kanghan felt an indescribable
shame. He scratched the back of his neck to relieve his embarrassment, then raised his
head, stammered, and politely told the other person to wait, because he had something to
tell him.

"Why did you do this?" Sailom waited in a corner of the shop so as not to hinder the
work of others, when Kanghan approached, he spoke first.

"To apologize to you."

"Didn't I tell you yesterday that we made up?"

"But I still felt guilty."

"So you came to work in my place?"

"It's also a way to make up for my mistake. But there is something else I want to tell
you."

"What thing?"

"I mean you can go back to tutoring me like before.".............................................. can?"

"Are you thinking about cheating on me again?" Sailom looked at him worriedly until
Kanghan's laughter broke out.

"This time it's serious."

"You mean you're going to bully me again?"

"No." Kanghan couldn't help but tap Sailom on the forehead, who upon seeing this
bared his fangs and stepped back.

"This time I really want to study seriously, although my reaction is a bit slow..............
"I think you can teach me."

"You're sure?"

"I'm already like this, and you still don't trust me?"

"The thing is..."

Sailom pursed his lips in thought, looking skeptically at the person in front of him. If
it was the Kanghan from before, he definitely wouldn't have made life difficult for himself,
and now, he's so humble. Not only that, Sailom also felt his sincerity, the sincere tone in his
words, and the remorse because Kanghan apologized earnestly.

"Know? "Last night I tried to take the math test again by myself."

Hearing this surprise, Sailom opened his eyes wide, looking at Kanghan, whose face
was full of tiredness, with a weak smile, unable to believe what he was hearing.

"Actually, it wasn't that difficult either." Kanghan added.

"You mean you could do it all?"

"Although I didn't pay attention when you taught me at first. But seriously, your way
of teaching is much easier to understand than studying alone, if I sit down and think about it
and then try... although I couldn't do all the questions."

"That's already good, I thought the test the other day was still difficult."
 "But you got the highest mark."

"Because I'm smart." Sailom shrugged slightly, as if this was his normal ability. And
so Kanghan could laugh openly for the first time that day.

"You could be a little more modest."

"I was afraid you wouldn't trust me to tutor you."

"That means..."

Seeing the other nod in agreement, Kanghan smiled.

"Let's start over."

Sailom held out his hand to Kanghan, he touched it gently at first, then grabbed it
tightly.

"Then I'm counting on you."

Sailom went back to tutoring Kanghan, after calling Grandma Ging on her own
initiative, without mentioning anything about Kanghan before and after. From then on,
every afternoon after school, the image of the two meeting on the basketball court to study
became a familiar scene for many students. But for Grandma Ging, who had been taking
care of her grandson every day for the past week, her concern did not diminish at all.
Although her grandson had agreed to take extra classes, Kanghan never took out his
homework to do when he got home, nor did she take her daily textbooks or school
assignments out of her backpack to review. His grandson was still as lazy as ever, like a
person who lives without an aim.

When she felt that Sailom's tutoring was having no effect on her naughty grandson,
Grandma Ging summoned Sailom behind his back today.

"Grandma, do you have something important that you can't say over the phone?"

Sailom asked worriedly, fearing that he wasn't doing a good enough job, because
normally he and Grandma Ging kept in touch by phone to ask about Kanghan's progress in
her studies. But surprisingly, she called him and arranged a meeting at a cafe near the
school that night, which made Sailom very worried.

"Did I do something to upset you, Grandma?"

"No, good boy." Grandma Ging smiled gently, and admired Sailom's humble attitude.

"Just that Grandma wants everything to be a little better, okay?"

"What do you mean, Grandma?" Everyone has a different definition of what is good,
so I didn't know how good it had to be for Grandma Ging either.

"Grandma thinks we should set some conditions for the guardian."

"What is it, Grandma?"

"If Kanghan fails even one subject in the mid-semester exam, the entire tutoring
agreement will be cancelled."

His words fell like a sledgehammer on Sailom's head. He was stunned for a long
time, it never occurred to him that it would be this kind of condition, Kanghan's academic
level was well known to everyone. It can be said that it is very difficult to bring a person
from laziness to diligence. But at this moment, he had been given a target and a deadline for
the results of the upcoming mid-semester exam, which was putting incredible pressure on
him. And for him it meant that he could lose his job if he couldn't help Kanghan pass all her
subjects.

"I hope you don't blame Grandma for being cruel, I just want Kanghan to study more
seriously. Although he has now agreed to study with you, he is actually still immersed in
fun, much like he was before, without any interest in studying."

"I understand". Sailom was not angry with Grandma Ging's condition, he also knew
very well that she had paid a large amount of money to hire him, so he definitely needed to
get good results.

"I hope that after the midterm exam, grandma will receive good news."
 "Yes, I will do my best."

Carrying a responsibility, even expensive coffee in fancy cafes didn't make Sailom
feel better. After Grandma Ging left, he sat quietly for a long time. He came to when the
phone in his pocket started vibrating. The name that appeared on the phone screen, just
seeing that name was enough to make his head hurt. He cleared his throat and answered
the call.

"What's happening?"

"Where are you? "I've been waiting for you for a long time."

"I have something to do outside of school. "I'll be back soon."

"What thing?"

"Things you don't need to intervene in." Sailom replied without hesitation, then a
laugh was heard from the other end of the line.

"Did you take on more work again? "I think you'll soon be richer than me."

"Money isn't scary, what's scary is not having money."

"If you don't have money, follow me, teach me until you are old, what do you think?"

"Have you never heard that you should study for life?"

"You're so lazy, how long could you persist in studying?"

"How do you know if you don't try?" Kanghan laughed, but Sailom thought of
something.

"So, what do you think if I give you private lessons on Saturdays and Sundays too
when I'm at your house?"

"Okay, come visit me."

"Not to visit you, I mean to give you private lessons." Sailom said angrily.
 "You're very strict... I was just kidding." Kanghan replied grumpily.

"So, are you coming or not? "Or do you cancel today's class?"

"I'll be there in five minutes. "Take out the books and wait for me."

"Don't worry, I won't escape."

"Not just today, but on Saturdays and Sundays, don't escape anywhere either."

"Yes, I'll be waiting to welcome you from Friday night."

Although Kanghan didn't actually keep his promise, he kept the door open all day on
Saturday waiting for him to arrive. But when Sailom arrived at a house so big it could be
called a mansion, he was clearly very upset. This house was built on a large plot of land,
overwhelming those who had only lived in a simple rented room all their lives. Shuffling
behind the homeowner was Kanghan, who was wearing a casual T-shirt and shorts today,
which made him relax a little.

When he saw Grandma Ging, she greeted him affectionately as always, making
Sailom even more nervous.

"Make yourself at home, good boy. Tell Grandma what you need and I'll order it to be
brought to you."

"Thank you, Grandma, you must be very upset with me lately. Every weekend I come
to teach Kanghan."

"It's not a bother. I'm the one causing you trouble. After all, you have to teach my
grandson some manners." Grandma Ging laughed, then asked the butler to prepare snacks
for the two children.

"Why are you so tense?" After confirming that Grandma was gone, Kanghan turned
around and squeezed Sailom's shoulders, who hadn't moved, and asked with a laugh.

"Your house is huge, compared to mine it's like a mousetrap."

"So why do you compare?" Kanghan frowned, annoyed as he didn't want to make
Sailom feel uncomfortable.

"Just relax a little. If you are so tense, how can you study?

Sailom nodded and took another look at Kanghan's house. He inhaled deeply and
exhaled slowly. She followed him into the living room, where there was a large sofa facing a
60-inch TV screen and a home theater across the room. After the host lay back on the sofa,
patting the sofa next to the small table, Sailom couldn't help but look away.

Sailom walked over to his side, taking the books and materials he had prepared well
the night before, but ultimately opted to slide over and sit on the floor so he could
comfortably use the low table in front of him. Kanghan saw this and had no choice but to sit
down as well.

"I'll review what I taught you yesterday." Kanghan didn't object to this, nodded, and
then turned his attention to the snacks the butler had brought.

"Have you reviewed what I taught you?"

"A bit".

"How much is a little for you?"

Kanghan opened his book and pointed with his finger at the part he had reviewed at
home, but the content seemed to be only one page. Although Sailom had told him that after
returning home he had to try to do everything he taught him on his own, in order to
understand the content. Because I believed that memorizing was not enough to be able to
take exams, especially in subjects like math where you have to understand in order to solve
problems.

"Just by reading like this, will you be able to pass your exams one day?"

"If I fail this year, I'll take it next year." Kanghan said, throwing aside the thick book
and notebook, and instead taking the plate of cookies he liked the most and placing it in
front of Sailom.

"Try these, I love these cookies, that's why I tell my grandmother to buy them every
day."

"You really just focus on eating."

"Haven't you ever heard of first things first?"

Sailom didn't want to waste any time, so he took a cookie from the porcelain plate
and popped it into his mouth. He admitted that the cookie tasted as good as Kanghan said,
but not good enough to distract him. He had come today for an important matter, to help
Kanghan pass all his subjects. In order to continue with such a well-paid job as giving
private lessons, he had to leave his part-time job at the workshop.

"Try to solve this math problem using the method I taught you yesterday. Tell me if
you can do it or not, so I can see what part I need to reinforce with you."

He casually wiped his hands, pulled out the sheet of paper with the neatly written
math problem and placed it in front of him. After reading through all the exercises, his
bushy eyebrows furrowed, he picked up a pencil and scribbled some numbers. But he
quickly stopped like a robot whose switch has been turned off. As he thought, the idle
fingers of his other hand drummed rhythmically on the table. Kanghan looked at the person
next to him, who had turned away and was concentrating on writing another math problem
on a piece of paper. There was no need to guess, Kanghan knew that it was surely her next
exam.

"Have you played this game before?" Kanghan quickly changed the topic and picked
up the Nintendo video game on the couch, before Sailom could tell him not to, the game's
music had already started playing.

"Kanghan".

"Wait, wait, I'll play one game and the next one it's your turn."

"Kanghan". The call was repeated, the tone sounding more tired, but someone like
Kanghan couldn't pay attention.

"Or do we play on TV? I always lose when I play with Nava. He has always been the
best at playing."

"We agreed that we weren't going to play anything."

"Just a little."

Sailom had never known how difficult it was to teach a small child to walk, but he
was sure that teaching Kanghan at that moment was so difficult that he had to be pulling his
hair countless times a day, maybe after this he would no longer have the same hair.

It would be the hair of this brat laughing at his video game

"Can I ask that we change the study location to your garden?"

The bored person after the game nodded in agreement, although the person who
heard his answer looked at him with obvious annoyance, Kanghan did not pay attention to
it. Sailom still picked up the books and went to the metal table in the courtyard, surrounded
by tall trees that provided ample shade, very suitable for studying there on a weekend
afternoon like that, Sailom loved it.

However... Kanghan carried the books and put them on the table, then went to kick a
soccer ball not far away.

Sailom knew very well that Kanghan had no intention of provoking him, but he had
never thought about studying diligently.

"Come play with me." Kanghan beckoned him over.

"Then let me give you the lesson first, if you can solve this test correctly, I promise to
play with you."

"Oh really?" Kanghan was like someone who enjoyed challenges, he put down the
ball and sat down to do the exercises Sailom instructed him to do.

"Have I ever lied to you?"

"Didn't you promise to give me the answers to the previous math test?"
 "Who ended up being the culprit?"

"I".

Sailom shook his head and smiled at the person who did not hesitate to admit his
mistake. Laughter and jokes echoed through the garden, but soon after they turned into
serious voices answering questions about the content of the lessons, when both needed to
concentrate, the sounds gradually faded away.
 CAPITULO 8
At the same time, in another part of the house, Mr. Gong had just come down from
his office and saw Sailom and Kanghan sitting together at the garden table. The middle-aged
man looked at the scene of his son concentrating on doing exercises on a piece of paper and
felt very surprised and strange. Her grandmother also happened to be passing by and
looked at the same place through the glass window.

"Who is that boy, Mom?"

Kanghan often brought friends over, so Mr. Gong was used to seeing Nava, Mac, and
Pimfa, but he hadn't seen the boy he was seeing now before.

"It's Sailom, whom I hired to tutor Kanghan."

"Wasn't that kid the one who wanted to cancel private lessons?"

"I also don't know why Sailom agreed to tutor Kanghan again, but it's a good thing,
right? Look... Kanghan is studying intently, it's been a long time since I saw that image."
Grandma Ging looked at her grandson fondly and smiled.

"That's how it is". Mr. Gong responded briefly before falling silent.

"And Sailom also said that Kanghan is now more serious about studying at school."

"How long can he be diligent like this?"

"You've always been like this, the child has become more diligent and is willing to
change. "Wouldn't it be even better if you could give him a gift?"

"The child did not ask for it either."

"In other words, if the child asks for it, would you agree to give it to him?"

Grandma Ging looked at the two father and son from a distance, as if they were
strangers.
I saw this every day and hoped they could talk like before. At this moment, an idea suddenly
crossed his mind, this might be the opportunity for Mr. Gong and Kanghan to understand
each other.

So after Sailom said goodbye to return home before dinner, before Kanghan entered
the kitchen to drink water, Grandma Ging came to his side and mentioned this to him.

"Today your father saw Sailom coming to our house and asked what he was doing
here."

"Dad probably didn't expect someone like me to be studying with someone else,
right, Grandma?" Kanghan spoke in a very normal but sarcastic tone.

"Hey, how's studying going? "Grandma thinks your father has high expectations for
your mid-semester exam results."

"Really?" The son, hearing that his father was worried about him, excitedly asked his
grandmother.

"Why would I lie to him? If you don't believe me, you can go see your father and ask
for a gift, like when you were little, a reward because you passed all your subjects in the
mid-semester exam."

Kanghan laughed and nodded. That night's dinner was filled with a comfort that had
not existed before, because at the table, apart from the voice of Grandma who told stories of
the past every day so that the meal would not be boring, there was basically no other
conversation.

But today Kanghan was hungrier than ever.

"I'm currently studying with Sailom, preparing for the mid-semester exam."

Kanghan started the conversation after finishing eating. His father looked up at his
only son and nodded, encouraging the boy, as Grandma Ging had said.

"If I pass all the subjects in the mid-semester exam, would you give me a gift, Dad?"

"So, what do you want?"

 "A BIGBIKE... maybe?" Kanghan whispered, because it was so expensive, he had no
faith that his father would agree.

"If you have confidence that you can do well on the exams." His father did not agree,
but he did not completely reject the idea either.

"I will make it. "Wait and see." Kanghan replied, then turned to smile at his
grandmother, he knew she was very happy too.

The emotion long contained in his body made him trust his competitive nature and
desire to win in every deal. He didn't just want an expensive gift, all he really wanted was to
make his father proud and expect something from him once again.

Kanghan's private lessons continued, although he paid more attention than before.
But many times, when Kanghan was distracted by playing or eating while studying, Sailom
still had to stop him. However... today they had a day off from extra studying because today
was Kanghan's birthday, so they didn't need to study. A small party was held in the front
garden of the house, attended only by a few of Kanghan's close friends. As Kanghan's tutor,
Sailom was also honorably invited. At first, Sailom was also very surprised that Kanghan
chose to host this party, because he had mentioned before that he just wanted a simple
celebration with his father and grandmother. It turns out that realizing that this important
day was getting too much attention, Kanghan changed his mind and threw a small party,
inviting some of his friends, but the only people Sailom was familiar with and could
converse with were Nava, Mac, and Pimfa.

The lively night atmosphere along with cheerful music helped ease Sailom's tension.
At this time, no one cared about a stranger like him infiltrating their circle of friends.

Later, he finally had the chance to sit comfortably at the corner table in the garden
and enjoy a drink and some sweets. But as if the host was afraid that he was lonely or for
some other reason, Kanghan noticed his eyes just as he walked away from the group of
laughing friends. Kanghan approached, calling out to Nava, Mac, and Pimfa as well.

"Why are you sitting here alone?" Kanghan asked as he leaned back in the chair next
to Sailom. Then the others also found a place to sit.

"Where else do you want me to sit? "I don't know anyone else at this party either."

"Don't we already know each other?" Kanghan pointed at his friends.

"We've known each other for a long time, but I had only exchanged a few words with
Sailom." Pimfa's clear, distinct voice spoke with a laugh. Sailom also nodded in agreement.

"I have never spoken to him, I am afraid I have no topics of conversation with an
outstanding student." Mac added provocatively.

"You didn't talk to me, you just punched me in the face." Sailom glanced at him, Mac
laughed dryly and lowered his head slightly, as if apologizing, everyone around him
laughed, Sailom was not angry with him either.

"I had nothing to do with it, eh. "I was just a spectator." Nava quickly denied any
relationship.

"Are you sure you didn't push me from behind on purpose when we were playing
soccer?"

"Hey, that was Kanghan's idea. "He said he would discipline you." Nava quickly
accused.

"Damn it, blaming me." Kanghan screamed.

"Then you are an accomplice, just as guilty as Nava."

"Hey... so you have a lot of tricks up your sleeve too, Master Sailom." Nava
responded.

But Sailom was not offended at all. On the contrary, he felt that he was becoming one
of them very naturally. It also made him realize that associating with them wasn't as bad as
he thought. Especially his impression of Pimfa as a very arrogant girl, but after getting to
know her he discovered that she was actually nicer than he imagined. Now I could
unconsciously laugh happily with them.

"I think now is the time to give gifts to the host." After chatting for a while, Mac
chimed in saying.

"I already said it's not necessary."

Kanghan complained, but his friends ignored him and brought out elegantly
wrapped boxes, except for Sailom who was still sitting there staring at everyone.

"Happy birthday, from now on stop causing trouble for others, I'm tired of following
you around like that... it's a waste of time to play." Nava handed Kanghan a large box as he
spoke.

"If it's not a problem, can I continue fighting?" Kanghan chuckled, still holding Nava's
gift.

"Open it, I'm sure you'll like it."

Kanghan opened the first gift of the year, surrounded by excited friends watching.
The gift that everyone saw was a very rare pair of designer shoes. This model had limited
stock, so its price shot up several times. Everyone looked at Nava, joking and praising his
generosity.

"How did you get them?" Kanghan asked happily.

"The model you like, the exact size, what more can I say? "I am Nava."

Everyone's laughter rang out again, then Mac and Pimfa also took out the gifts they
had prepared for the party host. Of course, the price of each gift was incredibly expensive,
for example, Mac's gift was a shirt from a famous designer, Pimfa took out a men's bracelet
worth several zeros from a branded box, which made Sailom look at them silently for a long
time.

"I'm sorry, I didn't prepare any gift for you."

 Sailom watched Kanghan clasp his hands together to thank his friends, then turned
his gaze back to him, he could only whisper sadly that he really didn't have that much
money to buy Kanghan a gift, because he could only earn enough to buy food and daily
expenses.

"Hey! "I invited you to have a happy birthday with me, don't think too much."

"Yes... our gifts are obvious, your attendance was already luck for him."

Nava helped liven up the atmosphere, then Mac and Pimfa also nodded in
agreement. Pimfa continued speaking.

"If you ever forget or fail to meet his expectations, he will definitely make an
annoying fuss."

"So... how about I give you a gift that isn't an item?"

"What are you talking about?" Kanghan raised his eyebrows and asked.

"Then get ready to receive my gift."

Sailom walked out of the crowd and stood on a small stage where a band of
Kanghan's friends was playing.

Sailom asked for an acoustic guitar, then asked for just five minutes on stage. That
small space became his own. Sailom sat in the chair and adjusted the microphone stand for
a moment. All other sounds in the room fell silent as his fingers strummed the guitar
strings, producing a harmony.

Then, a clear voice accompanied by the music sounded through the microphone.

"I really don't have money to buy you a gift. But I have another gift I want to give
you. I assure you that no matter how much money you have, you will never be able to buy
it."

The presumptuous words did not bother those present at all, even Kanghan, on the
contrary, Sailom's appearance and the sound that came made everyone laugh, and they
wanted to know what gift Sailom would send.

"Happy birthday Kanghan. I wish you all the happiness you deserve."

The soft music sounded from the guitar, in the familiar melodies there were not only
singing voices of those at the party, but also the clear voice of the current special singer,
including the smile that attracted all of Kanghan's attention. Kanghan's strong heartbeat
was louder than the nearby drums. He admitted that this intangible gift was the most
wonderful gift in his life. Kanghan dared to say confidently that no one had ever done
something like this for him before.

Not only deep, but more than that, it was like a slow and lasting invasion into the
depths of his heart.

'I can be the rain when you worry

I can be the fire that warms you when it's cold

I can be the lullaby when you're alone

I can be the star when you look at the sky

When the time comes, you will realize

Why I let you go

I wrote a message with petals

So you can say my name... beautiful wind.'

Beautiful wind... Kanghan was sure that the wind (Sailom) in front of him really
resembled the wind in the song.

For the first time in many years, the host of the birthday party couldn't help but
smile. After Kanghan received Sailom's gift, he cut a big birthday cake and distributed it
equally to everyone, they were busy eating the sweet cake. Until they heard the loud roar of
a luxury car stopping in front of the house. Mr. Gong came in with a group of people, quickly
settling a matter. A large black motorcycle appeared in the courtyard, causing those present
to exclaim in surprise.

"Your father's birthday present is very big. Our gifts to you were overshadowed."
Nava's eyes widened at the sight of the BIGBIKE, he walked over and patted Kanghan on the
shoulder who had stood still.

"It's amazing that you receive such a big gift." Mac joked.

Actually, Kanghan didn't feel happy at all at that moment. When his father came in
and handed him the motorcycle key, Kanghan's expression grew increasingly gloomy.
Amidst the cheers and applause of friends, comments from everyone around about who
wanted to ride on the back when Kanghan rode that motorcycle. Kanghan just nodded, as if
he wanted to get out of there. But the other group thought Kanghan was so excited that he
was in a daze.

The party continued but no one noticed that the birthday host was no longer in his
seat. Only Sailom could detect from the beginning that Kanghan was strange, although he
should be happy, the expression on his face was full of disappointment.

Sailom left the party to look for Kanghan everywhere, and found him sitting alone in
the dark by the pool behind the house. The person who should have been happy was sitting
quietly to the side, as if he was just hugging himself tightly. Sailom slowed his pace, allowing
Kanghan's gaze to shift from the water to him.

"Do you have something to tell me?"

Sailom asked after sitting on the ground not far from Kanghan, then looked away,
not wanting to appear to be peeking into his private affairs. After all, if Kanghan didn't want
to tell him, he wouldn't pressure him either.

Kanghan responded with silence. Sailom said no more, letting time pass slowly, but
he didn't think about leaving either. I felt that Kanghan might not want to say anything to
someone he had just met. A few minutes later, a deep voice emerged from the silence.
 "I had asked my father for a BIGBIKE as a gift for passing all the subjects in the mid-
semester exam. But now I haven't even taken an exam, and my father has already brought
the motorcycle in front of me."

Sailom looked at the face that was looking at the sky, he didn't know what those eyes
reflected, but from the trembling and low voice, he sensed that Kanghan's emotions were
very bad.

"Do you know what that means?" Kanghan turned his gaze to Sailom and smiled a
smile without any trace of joy.

"That shows that my father has very little faith in me and believes that someone like
me could never pass this exam."

The efforts of these days seemed to be in vain. At this moment, Kanghan didn't know
why he had to study to prepare for the exam, after all, basically no one expected him to be
able to pass it.

"So I don't know why I should try. Maybe someone like me is better suited to doing
useless things all day, like I always have."

"You still have me."

Sailom's voice rang out, Kanghan saw the eyes full of admirable determination
looking at him, he couldn't look away from him, in which a ray of hope appeared.

"I believe you can do it, I will turn all our faith into reality."

"Do you really think someone like me can pass this exam? Not just one subject... but
all of them."

"Why couldn't you pass the exam? You have a tutor as good and capable as I am."

Although it sounded a little presumptuous, it easily made Kanghan laugh at the time.
Sailom impressed him again, and it was he who gave him back the strength to get up and try
even harder.
 "If you're not sad anymore, go see your friends. Maybe they're looking for you as the
host of the birthday party." Sailom stood up and said, reaching out his hand to help him up.

"Thank you".

"Do you thank me for holding your hand to help you stand up?"

"Include that too."

"You mean there's something else?"

"Umm... just thank you for everything."

Although he didn't know why Kanghan was thanking him, Sailom shook his
shoulder, as if to say that what he had done for him was not to add a burden to him, nor was
it against his conscience or forced, it was just Sailom's instinct.

"So, how do you plan to get back?"

"I'll walk to the entrance to catch the bus, it's not late yet, the buses still run."

"Wait, let me call you a taxi."

Kanghan didn't wait for Sailom to reply, he grabbed his phone and opened the app to
order a taxi for Sailom so he wouldn't have to walk to the entrance, the distance from his
house to the street was at least three kilometers.

"Then let me pay."

"No need, I've already set up the app to automatically deduct the payment."

"What a spendthrift." Sailom whispered in complaint, but he couldn't deny that the
feeling of being treated kindly was very pleasant.

"Why not invite them if they are all my friends?" Kanghan put an arm around
Sailom's shoulder as they walked back to the front yard together.

Many friends were already starting to leave, until only Nava, Mac and Pimfa were left
waiting to say goodbye to their host.

They saw signs that it would start to rain soon, now the cold wind blew raising the
humidity in the air mixed with the smell of earth, in the sky there were even flashes of
lightning, the three could not resist any longer and had to leave before the heavy rain broke
out. Seeing that the taxi Kanghan had called was about to arrive, Sailom also prepared to bid
him farewell.

"Take this umbrella."

As Sailom stood alone in front of the house waiting for the taxi, Kanghan came in and
came out again, handing him an umbrella that he had already opened and kindly motioning
for him to stand closer to him.

"It's starting to rain."

"Don't worry, I'll get in the car right away."

"Take it, don't get wet, or you'll catch a cold." Kanghan put the umbrella into that
stubborn person's hand, he glared at him fiercely once, because the other seemed to want
to return the umbrella.

"The pattern on this umbrella resembles your name." Sailom laughed as he looked at
the brightly colored pattern covering the entire body of the umbrella.

"...Very pretty".

"Actually... I used to have an umbrella like this, and I vaguely remember giving it to a
stranger on a rainy day like this as well."

Sailom looked skeptically at the teenager who was standing there telling his story,
until Kanghan turned around and smiled at him.

"So, I'm a good person too."

"Braggart, would a person like you kindly give his umbrella to a stranger? "It sounds
more believable that you stole it from someone else."
 "Are you really on my side?" Kanghan asked half seriously, half jokingly.

"I'm leaving now." Seeing a taxi approaching, Sailom avoided answering.

"Okay, go home carefully. When you arrive, let me know on LINE."

"Are you afraid I'll get lost?"

"Okay, I'm afraid I'll be left without anyone to give me private lessons. Because
besides you, I don't think anyone else will want to teach me."

"Sounds great."

"Don't get wet. If it's still raining when you get off, use the umbrella I gave you."

"Yes, understood."

Kanghan spoke softly, smiling and warning the person who was about to get into the
car. He stood there watching the taxi drive away, but he didn't notice the raindrops getting
bigger and bigger until he started to worry that the umbrella she gave him wouldn't hold
up. The car turned around and drove out of the small alley, until it was completely out of
sight, Kanghan then turned around and entered the house, speeding up to avoid the heavy
rain.

Since he climbed up, it rained very hard during the journey. But when Sailom
arrived, the rain was beginning to subside. Sailom opened the umbrella Kanghan gave him
and used it. The person who received the umbrella carefully carried it back home.

Sailom placed the umbrella that had just shaken off the water droplets into the low
basket next to the desk in his room, in that basket there was also another umbrella. For fear
of damaging it, she had never dared to use it, the umbrella that held memories she had
buried deep in her heart for many years.

Plus, it was also an umbrella... with the same windmill pattern identical to the
umbrella I had just received!
 CAPITULO 9

Her slender fingers held the old umbrella............... Suddenly, memories of that day
flooded his mind.

At that time, Sailom was still in his first year of high school at a public school. One
afternoon after school, everything was as usual, the only difference was that it had started
to rain heavily. Sailom could only stand at the usual bus stop waiting for it to arrive, until
the raindrops completely soaked her school uniform.

And not only that, that morning when I left home I had taken the wrong direction.
But the bad luck didn't end there, a car sped past splashing water from a puddle next to the
sidewalk, soaking him from head to toe, his white uniform was a mess, at that moment he
was like a puppy struggling after falling into a puddle. This was truly a terribly unfortunate
day, Sailom could only clench his fists and say to himself silently. No one knew that beneath
the bus stop, there was another person standing on the other corner to take shelter from
the rain inside the private school grounds, waiting for his mother to come for him. From
that corner I had seen all of Sailom's bad luck since he came running and stopped under this
bus stop. When his mother's car was already parked at the curb, instead of quickly running
to the waiting car, he headed straight for Sailom.

"Come on, get in the car with me so my mom can take you home."

"Don't worry, the bus I'm waiting for will arrive soon."

"With this torrential rain, when will you get home?"

"But I'm soaked, I'll dirty your car."

"I'm wet too, I'll make it dirty too."

Sailom saw that the degree of humidity the other claimed to have and his own
misery were very different. But he was too generous, he probably liked her and was not
disgusted by her filth, so Sailom agreed to get in the car. Then he realized that besides this
child, the mother also did not show any arrogance, she was as magnanimous as the saying
goes "like father, like son."
 Because Sailom's house was in an alley too narrow for the car to fit through, she left
it at the entrance of the alley. But when Sailom turned to thank them both and got out of the
car after taking more than a few steps, the boy placed an already open umbrella in his hand.

"Don't get any more wet, or you'll catch a cold."

The same phrase I had heard today, said by the same person with a worried
expression.

Kanghan...

Although the scene that day, from getting soaked to not having to worry about the
rain, made her realize what kind of person he was, Sailom never blamed him for anything,
she even tried her best to help him make up for his mistakes, because she knew that
Kanghan was a very good person deep down. But now, his mother's departure had hurt him
deeply in the heart and changed him.

To the point where Sailom began to sympathize with him, wanting to help him heal
those wounds of the soul, and not only that...

This teenager named Kanghan... after so many years... still remained in her
memories.

In the deepest memories he tenderly treasured the feeling towards the most
important person.

That was... the person he liked.

~~~~~

There was only one day left for the midterm exams, and Kanghan's determination
had also multiplied, so Sailom had no choice but to spend the whole day at home. They
reviewed the content of all the subjects over and over again. If he had to rate the progress of
his studies, Sailom would say that Kanghan had become much more serious and responsible
than he imagined. He could solve the application problems correctly, perhaps not as well as
the top 10 students in the class, but Kanghan had a good chance of passing all the subjects
without any problems.

"I'm not confident with maths, and I'm terrible at chemistry. There are so many
physics formulas that I feel like my brain is going to explode."

"Didn't you just say that you already understood everything?"

"Yes, I used to understand it, but now I don't."

Seeing that it was already night, Sailom prepared to pick up his backpack to go
home, but at that moment he could only stand there with his arms crossed, looking at the
desperate teenager, unable to decide to leave him.

"I need you to explain it all to me again."

"But it's too late. My house is not that close."

"Stay at my house one night, and tomorrow we'll go to school together. "You can
wear my uniform anyway."

Although his name was embroidered on his chest, most teachers never checked,
because he had already lent his clothes to Nava and Mac when they stayed at his house.

"Sounds like you already had this planned, doesn't it?"

Sailom guessed what he was thinking. Even when Kanghan was caught red-handed,
he was not bothered at all, he just smiled.

"I just lack confidence."

Her gentle voice and pleading gaze made Sailom nod. Even throughout the past
month, Sailom had taught him many times, but he had never stayed overnight in this house,
at most he stayed for dinner.

"Then you can take a shower first. You can also wear my sleepwear and sleep in my
bed. Because my bed is very big."

"Don't joke." Sailom replied loudly and then took the towel and sleepwear that
Kanghan handed her.

"To save water."

"And now you are worried about saving?"

The person who made him nervous was laughing out loud, so Sailom had no choice
but to dodge him and walk past him towards the bathroom.

"If you want someone to scrub your back, don't forget to call me."

"Then come and scrub my feet."

The answer from the bathroom sounded a little loud, but no one but him knew about
the bright smile in front of the large bathroom mirror. The reply showed the trust between
them, making the heart of the person who was secretly and shyly in love beat faster.
Although he knew very well that Kanghan was only bothering him as a friend.

Either way, he loved their current relationship, he loved the atmosphere between
them, he loved it to the point of not wanting to miss a single second of it. Still, deep down I
was a little afraid. Not being able to continue tutoring Kanghan would mean a huge financial
loss, but more importantly, I would also lose precious time with him.

Sailom pushed away those distracting thoughts and took a shower for a while.
Kanghan took his turn, continued bathing, and in less than half an hour, they were both
wearing almost identical pajamas. The only difference was that Kanghan's was dark blue
and his was light grey.

"I told you you could wear my clothes." Kanghan said after checking the person
sitting on the sofa in front of him.

"Next time you stay at my house you can still use mine. "The toothbrush and stuff
like that, I'll leave it there."

Kanghan took a new toothbrush for Sailom to use, then instructed her to put her
toothbrush along with his on the shelf next to the sink. With the other things like soap and
shampoo, everything seemed perfect, but what Sailom thought was...
 "Will I still have to stay here?"

"Aren't you going to continue tutoring me after the exams?"

Sailom had not told Kanghan about the agreement he had made with Ms. Ging. He
hoped that Kanghan could pass all the exams as relaxed as possible, without carrying the
pressure he was currently feeling.

"Then start reviewing the subjects you haven't mastered yet."

Sailom changed the subject, looking away towards the window, just as a flash of
lightning flashed in the sky, followed by a relentless torrential rain with rumbling thunder
in between.

"I bet it will rain all night." Kanghan said looking.

"In my house, when it rains a lot, it is very likely that the power will go out."

"We won't have so much bad luck today, right?"

"I'm not sure".

"Then finish studying quickly, because studying in the dark is very tedious."

Seeing that Kanghan had no objection, Sailom opened a couple of pages of the
physics book and handed it to him, where he had highlighted key points with a marker. He
used the tip of the pen in his hand to slowly point at the book as he explained to her so she
understood.

"For physics, you just need to remember this formula, then read the question and
substitute the values..."

PHOTOM!

"Hey!"

"Sit down for a moment. "The power went out, like I just told you."

Before Sailom finished explaining the subjects he said he didn't understand,

suddenly all the rooms went dark, the lights in the room suddenly went out, without a ray
of light to pierce the darkness outside.

"What are you looking for?"

He felt a strong hand that was constantly groping the table until it took his hand,
sitting on the dark and unfamiliar floor he was a little stunned.

"My cell phone, I remember leaving it on the table."

"But you're holding my hand."

"I'll take your hand as a reference point, so it's easier to find it." Kanghan explained,
then was silent for a moment.

"Are you sick? "Your hand is very cold."

"It's nothing... it's just... cold." Sailom explained over and over again, although in
reality all the symptoms were caused by the person asking the questions.

"Here it is."

Before Kanghan finished speaking, the cell phone screen lit up. He picked up his
phone, turned on the flashlight and shone it around him, then walked over to the window to
assess the situation outside.

"It looks like the power went out in the whole neighborhood."

Kanghan returned to the table and crouched down, staring at Sailom, but seeing that
the other remained unusually quiet, he grew worried.

"Are you afraid?"

"No". Before, at home, due to lack of money to pay for the service, we often lost
power, so I couldn't be afraid of the dark.

Every time Kanghan heard Sailom talk about his eventful life, he felt sad. I didn't
want him to have to face these things. But it was inevitable, at that time Sailom had not yet
met him, if it had been the present... someone like Kanghan would not allow his friends to
suffer.

"But now you can be scared, because if you keep giving me private lessons like this,
your house will never be dark again."

"I see......."The black eyes were brimming with gratitude, the absent-minded gaze
fixed on Kanghan who seemed to be very serious. But people like Sailom had no time to
weaken like this, because no matter how much he continued to tutor Kanghan, it didn't
mean that the person in front of him would take care of him for life. Sailom's burden was
too heavy, he couldn't drag others to share it with him.

"Wait here. I'll go find something first. We can light candles tonight."

After speaking, Kanghan disappeared for a few minutes before returning with
scented candles inside large glass jars, the smell of the small scented candles perfuming the
room. The orange light from the candles was enough for them to see each other's faces and
to read all the letters in the book without difficulty. The window was half open, the coolness
of the rain occasionally came in, sometimes cooling like air conditioning.

Sailom placed the previously marked book in front of Kanghan, seeing that the other
did not ask anything, continuing to study its contents without stopping. He just lowered his
head to look at the book, his thin lips moving silently memorizing the physics formulas, so
as not to disturb the other person. But he wasn't focusing on the book, his attention was
diverted to the face in front of him.

"You look very attractive when you concentrate on something."

"What's going on?" Sailom suddenly looked up as if unsure of what he had heard.
Kanghan reacted quickly by clearing his throat and changing the subject.

"I say you have very beautiful eyes."

"My eyes?"
 "Yes, when you smile your eyes are like crescent moons."

"If we're talking about pretty eyes... I think yours are much prettier."

"Mine?"

"Yeah, they look pretty naughty." Sailom saw that at the mention the other opened
his eyes wide, staring at him, he couldn't help but laugh.

"But very seductive."

"So you like them?" The question like a brutal punch hit Sailom's chest, he slowly
closed his wide open mouth as if he couldn't breathe.

"Why do you look so shocked when I ask that?"

"Why do you ask?"

"You just have to answer whether you like them or not." Kanghan said seriously.

"If I said no, you would surely take me out to sleep on the balcony."

"That means..."

"Alright...

"I like them." Sailom said reluctantly. But no one but him knew that at that moment
his heart was beating very fast, afraid that the person sitting in front of him would hear it.

"I like them too..."

Kanghan's words made the person who could no longer calm down take a deep
breath, although Sailom understood very well that the meaning to the person speaking was
different from what he needed to hear.

"What do you like?"

"I like the now."

 "You mean you like to study hard to prepare for exams?"

"Who said I like this?" Kanghan smiled.

"I mean, I don't know why, but I really like this atmosphere... I can't explain it well
but I feel very comfortable."

Two pairs of eyes met in the dim light of the flickering orange candles. A strong gust
of wind blew through the crack of the window, the sweet aroma of the candles spread,
relaxing them, making them forget for a moment that they were worried about studying.
Kanghan once again broke the silence.

"It's great to have you here."

Sailom had counted hundreds of sheep to fall asleep last night. But this morning he
looked as fresh as someone who had just had a good night's sleep, perhaps because he slept
on the soft, comfortable bed instead of the stiff, hot mattress made of coconut coir that dug
into his back every night. Especially when he found out that he would be going again in the
car his mother drove him home in many years ago, his look was one of excitement and joy,
like a child receiving a new toy, until Kanghan made fun of him.

"You're really excited about driving to school, aren't you?"

"Those who ride the bus to school every day from childhood until they grow up
would of course be excited."

That day it was the same car. Although the driver had changed from Kanghan's late
mother to a private chauffeur, and the body color had also faded over time, the atmosphere
still brought back memories for Sailom, and it still retained the scent of the first time he got
in.

Sailom looked inside the car again and again, as if wanting to see what had changed.
From the moment the car started until it reached the road, Kanghan couldn't stop looking at
it while holding back his laughter. But more than that, Kanghan really liked his innocence,
and Sailom's frankness about joy, sadness, anger, something that sometimes he himself
didn't dare to do.
 "Do you remember I told you about when I helped a child on a rainy day? "I also
inherited that kindness and generosity from my mother."

"Your mother was very good, I have no comments, but if you say that you are good
then I am strongly opposed."

"You're never on my side!" Kanghan extended his finger and used a little force to
lightly tap Sailom on the forehead. The beaten person began to scream. Kanghan thought he
had gone too far and worried, he went over to check.

"Does it hurt?"

Sailom's breath slowly disappeared as Kanghan approached. The other's breath was
right on the tip of his nose, if Kanghan maintained this posture for a few more seconds,
those feelings he had would be revealed unintentionally and he would find out. At the same
time, when Sailom caught his deep gaze fixed on his forehead, he suddenly turned his head,
and extended his finger to take revenge. But his aim failed and Kanghan received a strong
blow to the head.

"Are you kidding me?"

"You started bothering me first."

"Are your fingers made of stone? "My head is about to split."

"Don't exaggerate."

"Then let me give you a hard slap on the forehead and see how that goes."

"Alright. But you have to let me do the same."

"You are malicious."

They both wanted to get revenge on each other until laughter filled the car. The
passing of the growing years made them forget their carefree youth. But they did not realize
that little by little they had come together, they were not even aware of it, and if they were
to separate again, they would be able to continue living happily as they are now.
 But Sailom already knew the answer. When they arrived at school, he became the
tutor who tutored Kanghan, only having the right to talk to him and approach him for a
short period of time. Whenever Kanghan was at school, he was always surrounded by Nava,
Mac, and Pimfa.

Just like now, she had followed him into the school, about three steps away from
Kanghan. And again he watched as he headed straight to where Pimfa was waiting for him
on the bench near the school entrance, then the two of them headed towards the cafeteria
together. This must have been the reason why Kanghan didn't eat breakfast at home in the
morning. Sailom then realized that her rush to get to school early was not because of
today's midterm exam, but because of her date with Pimfa.

However, the place next to Kanghan had never belonged to him, it was already very
good to be able to get a little closer. Sailom could only think like this, then turned around
and left, letting himself go further and further in the opposite direction from those two
people.

Everything was developing in its own direction, for example Sailom was devoting all
its efforts to fulfill its responsibility. The future that awaited him would be left to fate.
 CHAPTER 10

"But who can know that sometimes fate can also make fun of people, again and again
shattering our expectations...

A week after the exam, Sailom looked at the results sheet that the teacher handed
him. He had always maintained excellent grades and still had a chance of getting a
scholarship. But this time, he didn't care about his score in the slightest; to him, at that
moment, the role Kanghan was holding was more important.

Sailom didn't even bother to put the results sheet in his backpack. He turned to look
at Kanghan, who was sitting at the back of the classroom, staring at the paper in his hand
with a very serious expression. Sailom stood up and walked over to him; while the other
students were still paying attention to their own grades, no one noticed Sailom. Before he
could get close enough, Kanghan grabbed his backpack and ran out of the classroom.

Sailom quickly chased after him and managed to block Kanghan's path before he
reached the first floor. He placed a hand on her knee and leaned his body forward, still
panting from the chase but starting to catch his breath.

"I've been calling you for half a day, didn't you hear?"

"Yes, I heard."

"So why didn't you stop?"

"I didn't want to disappoint you."

Sailom didn't know what to say, but based on Kanghan's tone and expression, he
could guess the answer.

"I... have failed a subject."

Kanghan handed her results sheet for her to see, muttering like someone in a trance.
Sailom put aside his own worries about unemployment and smiled to ease the other's
sadness.

"I didn't tell you to obsess so much about results. You just need to put in your best
effort throughout the whole process, that's what matters."

"But other people value the results very much."

"Have you ever heard that what other people think of you doesn't matter, what
matters is how you feel about yourself?"

"But I also feel like I'm not good enough."

"Not everyone succeeds from the start, failing a subject means you've progressed
much further than before, right? "You didn't always fail all your subjects."

"Does this mean that I will be able to pass all the subjects next time?"

"Have you never heard that if you try hard, you will surely succeed?"

"So next time... you'll keep trying hard alongside me, right?"

Sailom looked at the person who asked him the question with a glimmer of hope in
his eyes. He meant that even if Kanghan didn't verbally express that he wanted to be with
him at all times, he would be there for him unconditionally. But everything followed Mrs.
Ging's rules, and now she had come to ask him to keep his promise.

An older woman approached and Sailom greeted her respectfully. This made
Kanghan turn to look, his sharp eyes narrowing as he noticed that his grandmother was
more serious than usual.

"I called the teacher to ask about Kanghan's grades, so I took the opportunity to
personally come and look for him. "I have something to discuss with Sailom."

Sailom had always considered Mrs. Ging to be a kind person. Even at this moment,
that impression did not change; her tone when speaking to him was still understanding.

"What do you want to discuss with me?" Kanghan looked at the aforementioned
person and then turned his gaze to his grandmother, with an air of doubt.

"Your grandmother feels bad about having to cancel private lessons with Sailom."

"What does that mean?" Kanghan's voice sounded menacing, as he looked

confusedly between his grandmother and Sailom.

"Grandma has set a condition with Sailom: if you fail to pass all the subjects in the
midterm exam, all class arrangements will be cancelled."

"Did you really agree on this with my grandmother?" Kanghan looked at Sailom
skeptically.

"Yeah." Sailom nodded, looking down.

Kanghan could barely contain his anger and wondered why he would get angry upon
hearing such a condition, even though he had no intention of studying from the beginning
and had always done everything he could to keep Sailom away from his life. But now,
everything was going according to his wishes and, paradoxically, he felt disillusioned and
frustrated after learning the truth.

Worse still, when he found out that his friends had passed Buddhism while he had
failed.
 Kanghan thought the subject was very simple and that he didn't need to study to
pass it, so he didn't pay much attention to it. But who could have imagined that a subject
that I had ignored, thinking it was unimportant, would have such a huge impact.

More than two weeks have passed since the exam results were announced. Sailom
and Kanghan seemed to have become strangers who had never met each other. They were
no longer related and Sailom's friends didn't seem to appreciate Kanghan's friends much
either. They both became two parallel lines that never crossed.

On the other hand, Sailom also found itself in some complications. After agreeing to
Mrs. Ging's condition that in order to ensure that Kanghan passed all of the term's exams,
she had to quit her part-time job at the auto shop to devote all of her time to tutoring
Kanghan. But when he returned to work, he discovered that his boss had hired another
employee to replace him, forcing him to look for another part-time job after school.

However, after a few days, he continued to feel disappointed and the debts
continued to increase. Finally, when the day came to pay them, he had to make a final
decision. He took out a small business card from his drawer, the same one he received from
Nam, a good friend of Saifah, yesterday. When he happened to be passing by the hospital to
visit Saifah, this person knew that she was looking for work, so he presented her with an
offer of a well-paid and simple job. At first, Sailom rejected her immediately. However, after
some thought, he decided he could handle it, as he needed the money to pay off his debts,
which were his priority.

"With a slender finger she pressed the series of numbers displayed on the card, then
brought the phone to her ear, listening to the ringtone as her heart beat rapidly. He
remained silent as the high-pitched voice echoed, holding his breath for a moment.

"Hi, I got this phone number from Nam, but..."

"Did you accept the job of escorting this client to dinner?"

"Yes... that's correct."

"Can you briefly tell me what this job is like?"

"Nam just said... that it's a service job."

Sailom had never thought of discriminating against any job for making a living, such
as manual labor or customer service, he always considered it as a service job.

At first he refused because he was not familiar with the nature of the job; having to smile at
people, win people over, eat and have fun with them, listen to the confidences of lonely
customers looking for someone to share with, while Sailom's personality preferred quiet.
But right now, he needed money so badly that he had to do it, even if he didn't like it.

"Are you free tonight? At eight, I'll send you the location later."
 "It's just for dinner, right?"

"It's what the client asked for. But if you want to go further... you'll have to talk to the
client yourself. "I will not intervene."

"So..."

"You really ask a lot of questions. Will you finally accept this job or not? "I need to
confirm this with the client."

"So... is this client male or female?"

"Could you please not tell me who it is?"

"Can't."

"I saw your photo before. With your personality, you might be better suited for a
male client. I will prove to you that a handsome guy like you can definitely make a lot of
money."

"Big money?"

"At first, the new job might not pay much, maybe around... two or three thousand."

"Two or three thousand..." Sailom muttered uncertainly, repeating what he heard.

"I said it so you'd remember. "This comfortable and easy job to earn money is not
found anywhere."

"I will confirm with the client."

"Okay, he talks a lot. I like you a lot like this, so if the client confirms on the other
side, I will send you the location via Line. "This is your number, right?"

"Yes, thanks."

Shortly after hanging up, he received the location of his first client. It was a
restaurant not far from there. Although normally she would have chosen a more careful
outfit, this time she did not. She opted for a T-shirt and long jeans, along with a pair of old
sneakers. Even though that was the case, it was still the best outfit in her closet at the
moment.

Sailom thought he was ten minutes early, but his client was even earlier than him. He
was tall and thin, looking dapper in a formal shirt and trousers. The customer smiled at
Sailom. From his appearance, it seemed that the client was less than ten years older than
Sailom. But that was not something that concerned Sailom, as its job was not to invade the
client's personal life.

"Could you tell me?"

"Can't."

"I saw your photo before. With your personality, you would probably be better
suited for a male client. "I'll show you that someone as handsome as you can definitely make
a lot of money."

"A lot?"

"In the beginning, on a job like this, it's probably not much, maybe around... two or
three thousand."

"Two or three thousand..." Sailom muttered, uncertainly repeating the amount he

had heard.

"I said tell it, a comfortable and easy job like this, you won't find another one like this
easily."

"I will confirm with the client."

"Okay, he talks a lot. I like you that way, so if the client on the other end confirms, I
will send you the location on Line. "This is your number, right?"

"Yes, thanks."

Shortly after hanging up, the location to meet his first client was sent. It was a
restaurant not far away. Although Sailom should have dressed a little more elegantly, he
didn't. She opted for a T-shirt and jeans, paired with a simple pair of sneakers. Although that
sounded modest, it was actually the best combination of clothes she had in her closet at the
moment.

Sailom thought he had arrived early, but the customer arrived even earlier. He was
tall and thin, looking quite dapper in his shirt and dress pants. The customer smiled at

Sailom. At a glance, it was clear that the client was less than 10 years older than Sailom. But
Sailom didn't care much about that, as its job was to not invade the client's personal life.

"Customer."

"Are you saying that man is your client? What do you mean?"

"I found a new job, have dinner with him."

"What about your job at the auto shop?"

 "I'm not doing it anymore." Sailom avoided answering directly and did not want to
reveal too many details so as not to appear pitiful.

"But why did you choose this job?"

"Good pay."

Sailom didn't realize how his emotions and responses had worn down Kanghan's
patience. Kanghan's temper was clear and his voice began to heat up.

"Can't you quit this job?"

"If I quit this job, how will I live? You know I still have debts to pay."

"Can't you choose a better job?"

"And what's wrong with this job?"

"There is nothing good anywhere."

"You have no idea what it's like to have a choice in my current situation."

"You still have a choice, but you choose not to use it."

"Don't judge me from your perspective, because you'll never be able to understand
it."

"So, tell me so I can understand."

"Leave me alone and don't bother me anymore. "I can take care of my own life,"
Sailom turned and left, not wanting to argue with him at this time.

"You know you're stubborn, right?"

Kanghan didn't want to argue any further either, so he left before his frustration led
him to say nasty things like before.

Sailom returned to his place at the table and saw that the customer had called the
waiter to pay. Initially, the client insisted on taking him home, but Sailom refused, as he did
not want to be alone with him in a private space. But at the last minute, he did not forget to
continue serving the customer, he walked with him to his car, staring at the car until the
taillights disappeared.

"Sailom."

Only then did Sailom realize that he was not alone in the parking lot. Pimfa called
him and, taking him by the hand, drew him close to greet him. Sailom really wanted to scold
the girl for showing up at the wrong time, but she smiled at him friendly, making him
respond with a smile.
 "Kanghan told me about why you came here to work."

"Everything I know, I won't hide it from Pimfa, you won't be angry with me, right?"

At this moment, the person Sailom wanted to reprimand had changed. With his dark
eyes tired and discontented, he looked at Kanghan. Telling her private matters to others
was not a problem, even if it was Pimfa, someone important to Kanghan.

“Yes,” Sailom replied nonchalantly, then turned to look at Pimfa.

"If there's nothing else, I'll be back now."

"Let's go together, Sailom. Let Kanghan take you home."

"There's no need." Sailom did not care whether the car owner agreed with Pimfa or
not.

"I just... want to talk to you."

"You can say it right now."

"If I want you to teach me, what do you think?" Pimfa's words not only surprised
Sailom, but also shocked the person beside him.

"You don't need Sailom to teach you."

"I've already seen Sailom giving classes." Pimfa looked at Kanghan as he spoke.

"I later saw that his teaching method was as good as that of a famous tutor. Now that
he's not teaching you anymore... I have the right to invite him too, right?

"But..."

"Sailom, what are you saying? The salary I pay you is the same as what Kanghan's
family pays you." Pimfa did not wait for Kanghan to respond, he immediately stated his
conditions. He really liked Sailom's teaching method, as he had said before, but more
importantly, after learning about Sailom's difficulties in life through Kanghan's story, he
really wanted to help him.

"So, just teach me in the afternoons after school, so on Saturdays and Sundays you
can still do other part-time jobs."

Sailom hesitated, looking at Kanghan and Pimfa. But when he saw Kanghan staring at
him with a malicious look, as if he didn't want him to accept this job, which irritated him
even more, he gave a light smile and replied gratefully.

"I agree... We will start next week on Monday."

 CAPITULO 11
Sailom was very happy with his work tutoring Pimfa. She was cunning, diligent, and
eager to learn, and she would also look for college entrance exam papers from previous
years for Sailom to teach her, which also allowed her to learn a lot of new knowledge.

"If you keep studying like this, next time your score will be even higher than mine."

"It's really very difficult, I can remember the formulas, but my calculation speed is
very slow, and I put too much effort into the calculations, as a result I forget the formulas I
memorize."

"After receiving the test, first write down all the formulas you remember, then do
the simpler and safer questions first, then use the remaining time for the more difficult
calculation questions."

"You're right, why didn't I think of that before?"

"Actually, I also get very nervous every time I take an exam."

"But your score is always high."

"Because if I do poorly on the exams, I won't receive the scholarship."

"You have to say that you have your own goals, I also have to set a goal for myself."

Two people with their own dreams smiled at each other. But the good atmosphere of
tutoring was quickly interrupted, two glasses of water were knocked hard on the table,
even the carbonated water in the glass splashed onto Sailom's book.

"Kanghan, can't you put the glass on the table decently?"

"I put it very decently, why don't you blame yourself for leaving the books in a
mess?"

"It's clear I put my book here first, you just got here."

"So you're blaming me for interrupting you?"

 "Can't I complain when you get my book wet?"

Ever since Sailom agreed to be Pimfa's tutor, they hadn't had a single day when they
could study in peace, because Kanghan was like a lost soul always hovering around them.
Although the person Kanghan really wanted to cling to was Pimfa, his presence around still
made Sailom's heart excited beyond words. It wasn't often that Kanghan could sit quietly
without causing trouble or asking strange questions during the learning process. He often
caused mischief around him and similar things which made Sailom feel extremely annoyed
and irritated.

"What's wrong Kanghan? "Why do you always bother us while we study?" Pimfa also
started to complain, Kanghan usually didn't use to look for trouble with her like this. But he
had been very strange since he got here.

"Sailom is not your guardian anymore... did you forget?"

Kanghan stopped and put down the glass he was holding on the table, his eyes
narrowed and shifted from her to his former tutor. During this time, Sailom had behaved
like a stranger to him and did not greet him when they met in the schoolyard. Although
many times, Kanghan had tried his best to look at him, he only wanted to receive a smile in
return.

"Like a child who doesn't want to grow up."

At first Kanghan had brought two glasses of water and one of the glasses of water
was for Sailom, but now he drank one glass and then gave the other glass to Pimfa.

Sailom was not surprised by the scene in front of him, he understood from the
beginning that the two glasses of water in Kanghan's hands were for him and Pimfa. At the
moment,

Kanghan sat to the side, swinging his legs in satisfaction, as if he had annoyed Sailom. But
when he saw that they didn't care at all and went back to studying, all he could do was sit
depressed. Kanghan knew he was upset, but he hated himself because he didn't know why
he was upset, he just didn't like being forced to watch intimacy like that, and a strange
feeling spread through his mind. But Kanghan chose not to think deeply, diverting his
attention to her, until he finally realized: right now he was jealous of someone, and that
person was none other than Pimfa.

Knowing her thought and realizing what she wanted to do, Kanghan took his
backpack and put it on his shoulder under the direct gaze of two pairs of eyes. On the other
hand, they were wondering what was going on in his head that he could come and go
whenever he wanted. Also because they were suspicious that they couldn't even adjust
their sitting posture.

"What's wrong?" Sailom watched him disappear with curiosity.

"The possessiveness of a child"

"That?"

"I've known Kanghan since we were little, his mother and grandmother spoiled him,
if he doesn't get what he wants, he definitely won't give up."

"I still don't understand." Sailom didn't know why Pimfa told him about Kanghan's
character.

"Like a child whose toy has been stolen, and this is a very selfish child." Pimfa smiled
and continued reading the contents of the book.

These words made Sailom, who had just realized it, want to scream, the stolen toy
was Pimfa in eight or nine parts. From his expressions and expressions, I could see how
important Pimfa was to him, which was why I couldn't just sit there and pretend like
nothing was happening.

I also wanted to know what trick the stubborn boy would think of...

Kanghan did not let Sailom waste time speculating about his calculations. Because
that same night, Sailom received a call from Mrs. Ging, she said that she had some important
business, so she had to call him at midnight and appointed him to discuss some matters the
next night. Sailom had to sit on the sofa in the guest room of Kanghan's house again, even
though he thought he would never have the chance to set foot here again.

"Kanghan isn't home?" Mrs. Ging invited him to sit on the small sofa, Sailom asked.
At this moment, Mrs. Ging was sitting on the long sofa as usual.

"No, grandma saw him go to Nava's house."

"I see". Sailom replied with one word, a little perplexed he lowered his head. Sailom
felt a little guilty for having disappointed Grandma because she had made her grandson fail
a subject in the midterm exam.

"Actually, Grandma also came to see you today because of Kanghan."

Sailom knew very well that what Grandma wanted to say was not good news.
Because from Kanghan's recent behavior, he could also tell that he was very displeased with
him.

"Kanghan hopes that you will come back and continue to tutor him."

"What did he say?"

"Honey, you were not wrong."

Sailom looked at Mrs. Ging skeptically, but after a moment's thought, he realized that
this must have been Kanghan's way of thinking of separating him from Pimfa. But in any
case, the method Kanghan chose was almost within the scope he could accept.

"Grandma doesn't want to steal from you so blatantly either, but I agreed to
Kanghan, so I have to keep my promise and arranged this appointment with you today."

"I see".

"But when you come back to teach Kanghan, Grandma will still have some
conditions like before."

"Please tell me grandma."

 "This time, Grandma not only hopes that Kanghan will pass all his subjects, but she
also wants you to help him so that he can get into the country's top universities in the
college entrance exam."

Sailom understood that the top university Grandma Ging was referring to did not
mean the top university in the university rankings, because each university has different
advantages. But the main one he was referring to was the first desire of students when
choosing a university. Therefore, the difficulty of this matter is determined by the number
of rivals who are running for the same wish.

"Grandma won't make you work in vain. If you can do it, Grandma will help you pay
off all your debts."

"All the debts?"

"Yes... however, Grandma will pay after the deal is completed."

"In other words, I won't get paid while teaching Kanghan, right?"

Grandma Ging smiled and nodded, but this smile made Sailom feel incredibly
burdened, which meant that he didn't have a single cent to make a living. Grandma Ging of
course understood this, so she proposed again.

"Don't worry about the cost of living, because grandma decided to move you here."

"But I don't want to bother you."

"Grandma appreciates you as if you were her own grandson, so she hopes you think
carefully before making a decision."

"Alright".

"Regardless of whether you agree or not, Grandma still wants to keep this
agreement a secret from Kanghan, only the two of us know about it, okay?"

"Make Kanghan think I was invited to tutor him like before?"

 "Yes, Grandma also doesn't want Kanghan to pay too much attention to the
cancellation of the guardianship agreement, then use it to haggle and do some unreasonable
things as he pleases."

Sailom understood Grandma Ging's good intention towards him, but no matter how
good Grandma is to him, in the end he is still an outsider. Grandma gave him a chance,
which is considered to have treated him very well.

Still, Sailom was still unable to make a decision right away. Because this
arrangement was very risky, if he couldn't help Kanghan pass the college entrance exam
and get into the major university, that would mean that the time he spent on tutoring was a
total waste of time. This is a big bet, and you have to think it through very carefully.

Believe it or not, fate seemed to be making fun of his life. As soon as he arrived
home, he found Saifah sitting there treating the wounds on his face, the blood on the corner
of his lips already dried. Sailom looked at the calendar hanging on the wall and realized that
it was this month's payday. And from the look of Saifah, it went without saying that they
didn't have enough money.

Sailom sobbed and sighed, he hated that this life always left him with no other
choice. He had never thought of giving up even once and always fought with all his might.
But it cannot be denied that on more than one occasion he felt tired, discouraged and
desperate. But when he saw that there were still people in the family who could fight with
him, he regained his strength.

The delicate hand took the phone and sent a text message to Mrs. Ging, it was not
convenient to call her to inform her at this time.

He was willing to accept all the conditions and start working tomorrow.

CAPITULO 12

The cold air conditioning made Sailom gently rub his arms unconsciously. The black
eyes that once shone were now dull as the sunset, while the other's eyes shone like stars in
the night sky. All of Kanghan's happiness came to him too easily, unlike him, no matter how
much he stretched out his hands and tried to grab onto it, he couldn't reach it.

After agreeing to the deal with Ms. Ging the day before, Sailom packed his things and
moved into Kanghan's house the next day.

He began to get used to this room, but deep down he knew very well that everything
here, including the person who was with him at the moment, did not belong to him.

"Why are you sitting on the floor?" The owner of the room who was lying on the bed
playing with his phone asked with his head tilted.

"I'm arranging the books on the shelf."

Kanghan watched Sailom take out books from his backpack, stand up, and place
them on the small shelf she prepared especially for him to store his personal items.

Watching Sailom come and go, Kanghan stretched out his hands and lightly tapped
the empty space on the bed a few times.

"Sit here quickly." Seeing that Sailom was about to rush to the sofa in the corner of
the room, Kanghan hurriedly shouted threateningly. The taciturn teenager approached with
a tense expression.

"You are so stubborn."

"Don't call me kid." Sailom murmured softly.

"What's wrong, you look like you didn't sleep all night?" Kanghan noticed at this
moment, his clear and bright eyes were now filled with tiredness.

"Or are you tense because you have to teach me again?"

"It has nothing to do with you."

Sailom denied it uneasily and uncomfortably. Although tutoring Kanghan was also
something he was very worried about. But now he was more worried about Saifah,
although he knew that his brother was very strong and would not be bullied to death by
those debt collectors, the different evil deeds they might do when collecting the debts still
worried Sailom.

"You're frowning." Kanghan touched Sailom's forehead with his finger, scaring him
so much that he shuddered.

"Are you that afraid of me?"

"Your hand is cold."

"Really?"

Kanghan looked at him skeptically, lowered his head to look at his hand, and before
he could get angry, he heard Sailom sigh, all his previous suspicion had been erased.

"They say that sighing shortens your life."

"Are you one of those who believe such things?" Sailom laughed.

"Whether or not to believe depends on each person's perspective."

"If it were true, he would have died a long time ago. "I sigh ten or fifteen times a
day."

"Who goes around talking so calmly about their own death?" Kanghan shouted
loudly, the person who wanted to continue arguing quickly shut his mouth.

"Wild". Sailom whispered.

"I heard you."

Kanghan's attention was drawn by the sound of his phone ringing, the screen
showing a new message notification, but his eyes were still staring at Sailom, as if he
wouldn't let him out of his sight so easily.

"Will you be participating in the University A's "Open Day" event tomorrow?"

Sailom mentioned the name of the most famous university and the main choice of
students in the country. The university was about to hold an open house event in which all
faculties would participate, so that the high school students who were about to enter could
learn about the teaching conditions of the university, the learning situation of their
predecessors, and prepare for future enrollment.

"You went to the counseling room today to talk to the teachers, right?"

Sailom nodded, not caring how Kanghan knew. Although at school they were almost
strangers, for example, if Kanghan went to the left, Sailom would try to go to the right,
because he always knew that Kanghan did not want to show that he and Sailom were very
close in front of other people.

"I mean, you didn't hear what the teacher said during the schoolyard meeting, did
you?"

This morning, the school counselor, Ms. Nabdao, had publicly promoted the Open
Day event in front of the school yard. After learning that it was the university she wanted,
Sailom went to the counseling room to get specific details. Sailom found out by chance that
Ms. Nabdao was Saifah's friend from primary school, because she saw his surname on the
badge in front of his chest which looked familiar to her, then she asked him many questions
until she remembered that they used to know each other. Sailom couldn't remember her, he
was too young back then, but because of his relationship with his brother, Nabdao also had
a very good impression of him. After hearing about the Sailom family's plight, the young
teacher even promised to help him find a scholarship so that he could get a scholarship to
study abroad. And Nabdao was also preparing to obtain a research master's scholarship, so
she could study with her boyfriend. That's why she knew a lot about her current situation in
great detail.

"So, will you go?" Sailom pulled back his thoughts and asked the teenager who was
staring at his phone screen.

"I won't go, what's there to worry about there?"

"Aren't there any faculties you really want to join?"

 This question made Kanghan put down his phone thoughtfully, then shook his head
and looked away.

"The less you know about what you want to study, the more you should participate
in those kinds of activities, otherwise, how will you know what they study, what jobs they
get after graduation, and prepare to choose your major next year?"

"The university is so big, do I have to go to every faculty?"

"If possible, of course." Sailom said easily, causing Kanghan to widen his eyes.

"Boring, I should just study at a normal university and that's it."

Sailom looked at the person who quickly stood up at the sound of the doorbell and
took his phone. When the screen turned on, he could clearly see the icon on the screen,
Pimfa's photo, his heart withered in an instant, and Kanghan's next words crushed him to
pieces again.

"Tomorrow I will also participate in the Open Day event... Pimfa invited me."

~~~

The university is located in the city center, has a long history and a spacious campus,
transportation is convenient, includes many faculties and majors that students yearn for
and want to pursue their dreams.

Sailom was no exception.

Before his eyes was the scene of tall trees, cool shade, students walking proudly,
inviting their younger classmates to visit their faculties. Along with the sound of the drums
of the respective faculties, loud voices promoting inaudibly.

The loud and lively disturbance... after all, on the contrary, made Sailom excited, just
thinking about it doubled his motivation to study.

"So many people."

 Seeing so many high school and college students gathered here, there was someone
who expressed his displeasure, Sailom glanced at him furtively.

"So where do we go first?"

"Just start here and then look around you."

Sailom pointed at him, but saw his eyes widen. The person who had just complained
was waving at Pimfa who had entered his field of vision, and Pimfa at this moment was
talking to Mrs. Nabdao beside him.

When Sailom asked him to come, he found hundreds of reasons to refuse, but when
Pimfa asked him without any explanation, he immediately agreed, not hiding his extremely
happy facial expression.

"Good morning". Kanghan and Sailom clasped hands to greet Ms. Nabdao.

"I just happened to meet the teacher at the entrance of the university, so we went in
together." Pimfa said, then smiled at his companions who arrived first.

"Sailom, have you visited the Faculty of Engineering yet?"

"Not yet, I told Kanghan I would look at other faculties first."

"Go with the teacher first, Pimfa and I will go later."

A strong hand pushed Sailom towards the teacher from behind, Sailom seemed to be
being thrown away. Before he had time to respond, Kanghan was already waving and taking
Pimfa's arm in another direction.

"Are you coming with me?"

"Okay, teacher."

"Outside of school you can call me like you used to."

"Seriously, if you didn't remember my last name, I wouldn't recognize you either."
 "Does that mean I look so beautiful that you don't even recognize me?"

"That's how it is".

Nabdao shook her head at Sailom's compliment, she saw him as her younger
brother. She felt compassion and a lot of empathy for him, but also a lot of pain. Despite his
young age, he had to face the harshness of life, but Sailom still fought bravely like a warrior,
he couldn't help but admire him.

"Regarding the scholarship I told you about, I hope you study and prepare in
advance. Once there is a way to apply for the scholarship, you will not miss the
opportunity."

"However, I'm currently tutoring Kanhan, so I don't have much time to study. The
number of times I can study depends on the tutoring time I give him."

"I don't like how Ms. Ging uses Kanghan to drag you down like this, it will make you
lose the chance to develop."

Nabdao had heard many stories about Sailom's life, including his mentoring of
Kanghan. He saw her as an older sister, so he told her everything and also asked her for
advice.

"As I told you before. My family owes a lot from my father's debt and I also want to
earn more money to pay off all the debts as soon as possible."

She looked at him understandingly and nodded. But deep down, he still hoped he
could be a firm force to help the good boy Sailom grow up.

"So if you need my help with anything, feel free to tell me, okay?"

"Thank you, teacher."

Then, as an alumna, Nabdao introduced Sailom to many familiar places on campus,

while also giving her advice on how to prepare for exams, making Sailom feel that this trip
was worth every penny. He had another gain when he came here, the account of a senior
engineering student who told the story of studying at this university impressed him deeply,
the top student smiled proudly with the badge he wore on his chest. An invisible force made
Sailom's skin crawl. I was determined that I would definitely take the entrance exam and
enter the Faculty of Engineering of this university.

Kanghan, who enthusiastically followed Pimfa, finally had time to rest, because
Pimfa's interests were too difficult for him to touch, so he asked that everyone go their own
way. She put her whole heart and soul into the Faculty of Environment, because she always
cherished the dream of protecting the environment.

And Kanghan wandered aimlessly alone until he saw her from behind and silently
approached.

"What are you laughing at alone?"

Sailom quickly turned his head to look at the person speaking in his ear, the warm
breath on the back of his neck paralyzed him. After a long while, he sobered up, although
they shared the same bed every night, went to school together in the same car, the innate
feelings never gave him a hint of familiarity.

"What's wrong, you look like you didn't sleep last night?" Kanghan noticed at this
moment, Sailom's clear and bright eyes were now filled with tiredness.

"Or are you tense because you have to teach me again?"

"It has nothing to do with you."

Sailom denied it uneasily and uncomfortably. Although tutoring Kanghan was also
something he was very worried about. But now he was more worried about Saifah,
although he knew that his brother was very strong and would not be bullied to death by
those debt collectors, the different evil deeds they might do when collecting the debts still
worried Sailom.

"You're frowning." Kanghan touched Sailom's forehead with his finger, scaring him
so much that he shuddered.
 "Are you that afraid of me?"

"Your hand is cold."

"Really?"

Kanghan looked at him skeptically, lowered his head to look at his hand, and before
he could get angry, he heard Sailom sigh, all his previous suspicion had been erased.

"They say that sighing shortens your life."

"Are you one of those who believe such things?" Sailom laughed.

"Whether or not to believe depends on each person's perspective."

"If it were true, he would have died a long time ago. "I sigh ten or fifteen times a
day."

"Who goes around talking so calmly about their own death?" Kanghan shouted
loudly, the person who wanted to continue arguing quickly shut his mouth.

"Wild". Sailom whispered.

"I heard you."

Kanghan's attention was drawn by the sound of his phone ringing, the screen
showing a new message notification, but his eyes were still staring at Sailom, as if he
wouldn't let him out of his sight so easily.

"Are you going to participate in the University A's "Open Day" event tomorrow?"

Sailom mentioned the name of the most famous university and the main choice of
students in the country. The university was about to hold an open house event in which all
faculties would participate, so that the high school students who were about to enter could
learn about the teaching conditions of the university, the learning situation of their
predecessors, and prepare for future enrollment.

"You went to the counseling room today to talk to the teachers, right?"
 Sailom nodded, not caring how Kanghan knew. Although at school they were almost
strangers, for example, if Kanghan went to the left, Sailom would try to go to the right,
because he always knew that Kanghan did not want to show that he and Sailom were very
close in front of other people.

"I mean, you didn't hear what the teacher said during the schoolyard meeting, did
you?"

This morning, the school counselor, Ms. Nabdao, had publicly promoted the Open
Day event in front of the school yard. After learning that it was the university she wanted,
Sailom went to the counseling room to get specific details. Sailom found out by chance that
Ms. Nabdao was Saifah's friend from primary school, because she saw his surname on the
badge in front of his chest which looked familiar to her, then she asked him many questions
until she remembered that they used to know each other. Sailom couldn't remember her, he
was too young back then, but because of his relationship with his brother, Nabdao also had
a very good impression of him. After hearing about the Sailom family's plight, the young
teacher even promised to help him find a scholarship so that he could get a scholarship to
study abroad. And Nabdao was also preparing to obtain a research master's scholarship, so
she could study with her boyfriend. That's why she knew a lot about her current situation in
great detail.

"So, will you go?" Sailom pulled back his thoughts and asked the teenager who was
staring at his phone screen.

"I won't go, what's there to worry about there?"

"Aren't there any faculties you really want to join?"

This question made Kanghan put down his phone thoughtfully, then shook his head
and looked away.

"The less you know about what you want to study, the more you should participate
in those kinds of activities, otherwise, how will you know what they study, what jobs they
get after graduation, and prepare to choose your major next year?"
 "The university is so big, do I have to go to every faculty?"

"If possible, of course." Sailom said easily, causing Kanghan to widen his eyes.

"Boring, I should just study at a normal university and that's it."

Sailom looked at the person who quickly stood up at the sound of the doorbell and
took his phone. When the screen turned on, he could clearly see the icon on the screen,
Pimfa's photo, his heart withered in an instant, and Kanghan's next words crushed him to
pieces again.

"Tomorrow I will also participate in the Open Day event... Pimfa invited me."

~~~

The university is located in the city center, has a long history and a spacious campus,
transportation is convenient, includes many faculties and majors that students yearn for
and want to pursue their dreams.

Sailom was no exception.

Before his eyes was the scene of tall trees, cool shade, students walking proudly,
inviting their younger classmates to visit their faculties. Along with the sound of the drums
of the respective faculties, loud voices promoting inaudibly.

The loud and lively disturbance... after all, on the contrary, made Sailom excited, just
thinking about it doubled his motivation to study.

"So many people."

Seeing so many high school and college students gathered here, there was someone
who expressed his displeasure, Sailom glanced at him furtively.

"So where do we go first?"

"Just start here and then look around you."

 Sailom pointed at him, but saw his eyes widen. The person who had just complained
was waving at Pimfa who had entered his field of vision, and Pimfa at this moment was
talking to Mrs. Nabdao beside him.

When Sailom asked him to come, he found hundreds of reasons to refuse, but when
Pimfa asked him without any explanation, he immediately agreed, not hiding his extremely
happy facial expression.

"Good morning". Kanghan and Sailom clasped hands to greet Ms. Nabdao.

"I just happened to meet the teacher at the entrance of the university, so we went in
together." Pimfa said, then smiled at his companions who arrived first.

"Sailom, have you visited the Faculty of Engineering yet?"

"Not yet, I told Kanghan I would look at other faculties first."

"Go with the teacher first, Pimfa and I will go later."

A strong hand pushed Sailom towards the teacher from behind, Sailom seemed to be
being thrown away. Before he had time to respond, Kanghan was already waving and taking
Pimfa's arm in another direction.

"Are you coming with me?"

"Okay, teacher."

"Outside of school you can call me like you used to."

"Seriously, if you didn't remember my last name, I wouldn't recognize you either."

"Does that mean I look so beautiful that you don't even recognize me?"

"That's how it is".

Nabdao shook her head at Sailom's compliment, she saw him as her younger
brother. She felt compassion and a lot of empathy for him, but also a lot of pain. Despite his
young age, he had to face the harshness of life, but Sailom still fought bravely like a warrior,
he couldn't help but admire him.

"Regarding the scholarship I told you about, I hope you study and prepare in
advance. Once there is a way to apply for the scholarship, you will not miss the
opportunity."

"However, I'm currently tutoring Kanhan, so I don't have much time to study. The
number of times I can study depends on the tutoring time I give him."

"I don't like how Ms. Ging uses Kanghan to drag you down like this, it will make you
lose the chance to develop."

Nabdao had heard many stories about Sailom's life, including his mentoring of
Kanghan. He saw her as an older sister, so he told her everything and also asked her for
advice.

"As I told you before. My family owes a lot from my father's debt and I also want to
earn more money to pay off all the debts as soon as possible."

She looked at him understandingly and nodded. But deep down, he still hoped he
could be a firm force to help the good boy Sailom grow up.

"So if you need my help with anything, feel free to tell me, okay?"

"Thank you, teacher."

Then, as an alumna, Nabdao introduced Sailom to many familiar places on campus,

while also giving her advice on how to prepare for exams, making Sailom feel that this trip
was worth every penny. He had another gain when he came here, the account of a senior
engineering student who told the story of studying at this university impressed him deeply,
the top student smiled proudly with the badge he wore on his chest. An invisible force made
Sailom's skin crawl. I was determined that I would definitely take the entrance exam and
enter the Faculty of Engineering of this university.

Kanghan, who had enthusiastically followed Pimfa, finally had time to rest, because
Pimfa's interests were too difficult for him to touch, so he asked that they each go their own
way. She put her whole heart and soul into the Faculty of Environment, because she always
cherished the dream of protecting the environment.

And Kanghan wandered aimlessly alone until he saw her from behind and silently
approached.

"What are you laughing at alone?"

Sailom quickly turned his head to look at the person speaking in his ear, the warm
breath on the back of his neck paralyzed him. After a long while, he sobered up, although
they shared the same bed every night, went to school together in the same car, the innate
feelings never gave him a hint of familiarity.

"Did you see anything that caught your attention at the School of Communications?"

Sailom raised his head and saw the faculty sign in front of them. Although Kanghan
had not paid attention to this faculty before, since Sailom was heading there, he also
couldn't help but follow him.

The familiar melody of the music and the nearby shouts caught Kanghan's attention,
he took Sailom's hand and headed past the teaching building and into the backyard.

A small stage stood in the center of the courtyard, surrounded by high school and
college students, the voices of many singing along with the noisy accompaniment of
instruments, playing popular catchy songs, spreading joy everywhere. He also swayed to
the tune like Kanghan, who looked at him with a smile on his face, this kind of simple
convenience, he didn't have to spend any effort to buy it. A contrary breeze made it even
more perfect.

The singer on stage had invited the students who attended today's event to come up
on stage to showcase their talent. There were many people raising their hands waiting to be
called. When he saw Kanghan holding his hand tightly and lifting it up, Sailom looked at him
with wide eyes. He had attracted the attention of many around him because he stood out, so
the singer on stage gave them a chance to perform.

This was the kind of good luck Sailom never thought he could have.
 "Why do you want me on stage?" He asked the person next to him in the noisy
crowd.

"Okay, be confident.............. You sing very well. I want to share your voice with others
so they can enjoy it."

"But I don't dare to sing." Sailom pretended to want to escape from the stage, but his
hand was firmly grabbed by Kanghan, causing the people below the stage who had been
following them since they held hands and raised their hands to scream non-stop.

"Just sing like you sang for my birthday."

"I don't sing."

"I will sing with you."

Kanghan said confidently, hoping that his opponent would feel a little more
comfortable singing together, but Sailom's thoughtful and annoyed appearance was like
that of a forced child.

"I'm here, you don't have to be afraid."

"But..."

"I really want to sing with you."

The persistent voice almost made her legs weaken in rhythm with the frantic beating
of her heart, she couldn't help but agree. Because the noise around them made
communication difficult, it wasn't until Kanghan whispered the name of the song he wanted
to sing in her ear that Sailom regained her composure.

The catchy lyrics, the familiar tune, and the people who knew each other all created
a melody that reminded them of the song they had listened to together during recess. At
that time, they just hummed it randomly, but this time, Kanghan and Sailom sang it formally
for the first time, making listeners think of perfect harmony.

As if the breath stopped at this moment

 Just like a heart, a glance that meets by chance and is then swept away

You stopped time for me when we met today

But just by seeing you

Like a still heart at this moment

When I met you, the love I once understood changed

We don't need many days, just today we can get to know each other

I just need to see you, I love you, I love you

No one knew that before they didn't like each other, when they saw each other they
wanted to hit each other, but here some could consider them good friends, some could even
think that they were lovers who understood each other very well.

But who could know better than these two? Or really, it should be described as... not
even they were aware of the bond that was gradually forming between them at that
moment.

"What do you think if I sign up for Communications here?"

"That?"

"I think it would be great to learn and work with people who like and make music."
 CAPITULO 13

If there was an award in this world for those with broken hearts but who still love
and bless the other person, Sailom felt like he should be a strong candidate for that award.
Obviously, Pimfa couldn't refuse Kanghan, they had been friends for years and were a
perfect match in every way. So when the school announced that it would be hosting a sports
festival next month, and at the same time requested the second-year students to take
charge of the event, Sailom immediately added Kanghan's name as the captain of the
cheerleading team, because he knew that since Pimfa was in charge of the team, this would
allow them to have the kind of intimate closeness that Kanghan desired.
"I don't want to be on the cheerleading squad." One night before going to sleep,
Kanghan complained to him again.
"But didn't you want to apply to the Faculty of Communications? This could give you
more experience to add to your resume and also give you some advantages in the college
admissions interview."
Kanghan watched as she excitedly explained to him, just like when it was announced
that she would become a member of the cheerleading team, compared to Sailom's cold
attitude towards him, coming closer and moving away, that was not what bothered
Kanghan the most. But he didn't bother to think deeply either, because what was happening
now was already too much for his head to explode.
"I no longer want to enter the Faculty of Communications."
"That?"
"I feel like I don't fit in at that university."
"What's the matter? "Didn't you say you wanted to apply the last time you
participated in Open Day?"
"But now I don't want to anymore."
"Would you please stop playing tricks like a child? "Who would like this fickle
character of yours?"
"Are you trying to provoke me into arguing with me?" Kanghan asked in a deep
voice.
Meeting Kanghan's fierce gaze, Sailom stood up from the sofa to avoid the
arrowhead. He picked up the notebook he had written to facilitate Kanghan's learning and
research, and put it on the bookshelf. He then stood up and got into bed, practically lying on
the edge of the bed to stay as far away from Kanghan as possible.
Sailom's silence made him realize that the other did not want to argue with him.
Because ever since they met until they became close like now, he was often impulsive,
arrogant, and emotional, Sailom would almost always solve everything without saying a
word, and rarely argued with him.
But this time, Kanghan was still immersed in the annoyance of being rejected by
Pimfa, and he wouldn't let this go so easily. Because if he was chosen as the captain of the
cheerleaders, he would have to be in close contact with Pimfa, which didn't matter before,
but now he couldn't help but pay attention to facing her every day. And she acted like
nothing happened, still talking to him like normal friends, which made Kanghan feel even
more annoyed.
"We're not done talking yet." Kanghan looked at Sailom sleeping with his back to
him.
"But I'm very sleepy."
"But it's not your bedtime yet." Kanghan said, glancing at the digital clock beside the
bed, it was just after ten, basically not the time Sailom went to bed.
"Sit down, let's talk."
"I'm tired, can't I sleep earlier?"
"Tired of what? "I'm supposed to be tired of having to practice every day with these
cheerleaders."
"Aren't I supposed to help out at the sports festival too? When I get home I still have
to tutor you, summarizing the content and main points of the lesson for you also counts."
"Are you saying I'm the person who's draining you?"
"Leave me alone. As long as I can sleep a little more, I won't be tired anymore."
"Sailom..."
"You should go to sleep too."
Kanghan also didn't know if he had ever held back with anyone else in his entire life
like he did with Sailom. But just as he was about to refute, the steady breathing of the
teenager sleeping soundly beside him could be heard. He knew that Sailom really was just
like what he had said before, and he was so tired that he fell asleep. Kanghan wasn't so bad
that he needed to wake him up and make a fuss anymore, so he had no choice but to turn
around and lie on his side in the corner of the bed.
On this big bed, they were only a few steps away, but the emotional distance
between them was slowly moving away.
One side intentionally concentrated all his mind
But the other side didn't know...
From Kanghan's steady breathing, she knew he was deeply asleep, Sailom in the
darkness gently opened his eyes. He didn't want things between them to become what they
were now, but he also wasn't strong enough to stand by and watch Kanghan and Pimfa fall
in love. Because she wanted to be with Kanghan according to the agreement with Mrs. Ging,
that alone already required all the courage she had.
Instead of being tired, it was better to be depressed. Tired of frantically risking
himself to control his heart beating too fast when he got closer, tired of overcoming the
inappropriate thoughts of wanting to get a little closer.
And the most exhausting thing was that I could no longer deal well with these
things.
Every night after school, the second-year students used to gather together to
prepare for the sports festival that would be held in a few weeks. Sailom signed up with the
promotion committee to manage all the cheering accessories needed for the stands,
including decorations for the team parade. For example, today the artistic committee
recruited volunteers from the promotion committee to help with the work, Sailom, after
completing her part, also went over to the artistic committee to help set up the stage for the
cheerleaders' performance. Sailom went from the supply warehouse to the empty space
behind the teaching building, passing by the cheerleading practice room, he couldn't help
but look inside a little.
Because Ms. Nabdao used to be the captain of the cheerleading squad in college, she
was very familiar with the team's work, so she came to help choreograph and rehearse with
Pimfa and the main characters of this activity. Sailom could also guess from the two girls'
serious expressions that the practice was not being easy at all. At that moment, he
remembered another person, so he looked around the room, and the result was that he
didn't see that person in the group of students either.
 "Kanghan isn't here?" Pimfa stood staring at Sailom for a long moment and walked
towards him before he could ask about his doubts.
"He's been skipping training for days." Pimfa sighed after speaking, did not answer
his phone calls either, and ran away as soon as they met.
"Did you have any fights?"
"I don't have any problem, but Kanghan... I don't know."
Sailom knew immediately that the two were definitely fighting, just like any other
couple in love, so she forced a smile and nodded her head.
"We need to find someone to replace him, because if we keep waiting for Kanghan,
we won't be able to practice or put together new formations."
"Kanghan isn't the captain?" Sailom asked in amazement.
"If Kanghan doesn't return to practice today, the cheerleaders will have to find
someone else to replace him." Pimfa herself also felt very uncomfortable about this matter,
but she insisted on focusing on the group's work and couldn't delay important things just to
wait for friends.
Sailom listened to the side and left immediately, originally he wanted to help the
artistic committee set up the stage, but changed to look for Kanghan. After his phone broke,
he bought another old, cheap phone. He dialed the number he used to call many times,
waited until the ringtone turned into a system voice message, the other end of the receiver
had not yet answered even once.
At the same time, the person Sailom insisted on looking for was jumping for joy
because he had passed the selection of permanent players for the football team at the
sports festival. Just a few days earlier, Kanghan had run away from practice
cheerleaders and wandered aimlessly to the school football field. He saw Guy and other
friends practicing, so he joined in inviting everyone to play, and it turned out that they fit
together very well, so he was invited to the national team. When the coach announced the
list, his name was on it too.
"KANGHAN!"
The call from behind came closer, the screeching sound as it approached made the
person called feel a chill, it also made the noisy and lively playing field gradually quiet
down. After Kanghan saw clearly who had arrived, he said goodbye to everyone and left
first, so that his teammates could continue chatting.
"Now I'm a player on the soccer team." Kanghan said happily as they reached a
corner of the court, away from the other teammates.
"Did you leave cheerleading practice to join the football team?"
"I already told you I didn't want to be in cheerleading." When he saw that the other
was not as happy about his success as he expected, Kanghan felt dissatisfied.
"Didn't I tell you until I was hoarse? Experience can be added to your resume."
"If I no longer want to enter Communications, the experience no longer makes
sense."
"How long are you going to be capricious? Don't you know that others are so
worried about the mess you caused that they are on the verge of despair?
"Don't talk to me loudly, Sailom."
"If I'm right now, why can't I speak up? As the captain of the cheerleaders, in
addition to being able to add experience to your resume, can't you also be in close contact
with Pimfa?"
"Did I say I needed her?"
"You didn't say it, but I know, aren't you and Pimfa boyfriends now?"
Mentioning Pimfa's name at this moment was like lighting the fuse of a bomb,
especially since the person who said this turned out to be the person she admitted to liking,
making Kanghan feel even more mocked.
"You can't say anything, can you? Because that's the truth, it's normal for people
who are just starting to fall in love to have misunderstandings. But you can't use personal
matters to cause a ruckus and ruin the cheerleading team's practice, that would cause a lot
of trouble for others..."
"If you know so much, why don't you know that Pimfa rejected me?"
Kanghan's words made Sailom surprised, although he was sure that they would
definitely date, because no matter how they looked, their minds and hearts were in sync.
But these words reminded him that he had missed something very important, and that
made Kanghan even angrier, rubbing salt into the wound.
"Don't force me to look for Pimfa again. "I just don't like her, the person who likes
her... is you!"
 "That.... really?" Sailom was stunned, at this moment he was confused and couldn't
grasp the key idea, until Kanghan's shout made him sober up again.
"Please... stop meddling in my life!"
"..."
"Because the closer you want me to get to Pimfa, the more I'll hate you!"
"So it's my fault?"
"It's not your fault, it's all my fault, for falling in love with someone whose heart
already belongs to someone else."
"But I don't like Pimfa."
"It doesn't matter if you like him or not, the important thing is that he likes you."
"..."
"She likes you, not me!"
"..."
"Do you hear me clearly?"
"Yeah! "Then it doesn't matter that I like you either."
Kanghan blinked to clear the confusion after the long discussion, held his breath, and
stared at the person standing motionless beside him with deep eyes. But in an instant,
Sailom turned around and ran away, leaving a phrase spinning in his head like a videotape.

Sailom... liked him.

 CAPITULO 14

If there was an award in this world for those who are heartbroken but still love and
bless the other person, Sailom felt like he should be a strong candidate for that award.
Obviously, Pimfa couldn't refuse Kanghan, they had been friends for years and were a
perfect match in every way. So when the school announced that it would be hosting a sports
festival next month, and at the same time requested the second-year students to take
charge of the event, Sailom immediately added Kanghan's name as the captain of the
cheerleading team, because he knew that since Pimfa was in charge of the team, this would
allow them to have the kind of intimate closeness that Kanghan desired.

"I don't want to be on the cheerleading squad." One night before going to sleep,
Kanghan complained to him again.

"But didn't you want to apply to the Faculty of Communications? This could give you
more experience to add to your resume and also give you some advantages in the college
admissions interview."

Kanghan watched as she excitedly explained to him, just like when it was announced
that she would become a member of the cheerleading team, compared to Sailom's cold
attitude towards him, coming closer and moving away, that was not what bothered
Kanghan the most. But he didn't bother to think deeply either, because what was happening
now was already too much for his head to explode.

"I no longer want to enter the Faculty of Communications."

"That?"

"I feel like I don't fit in at that university."

"What's the matter? "Didn't you say you wanted to apply the last time you
participated in Open Day?"

"But now I don't want to anymore."

"Would you please stop playing tricks like a child? "Who would like this fickle
character of yours?"

"Are you trying to provoke me into arguing with me?" Kanghan asked in a deep
voice.

Meeting Kanghan's fierce gaze, Sailom stood up from the sofa to avoid the
arrowhead. He picked up the notebook he had written to facilitate Kanghan's learning and
research, and put it on the bookshelf. He then stood up and got into bed, practically lying on
the edge of the bed to stay as far away from Kanghan as possible.

Sailom's silence made him realize that the other did not want to argue with him.
Because ever since they met until they became close like now, he was often impulsive,
arrogant, and emotional, Sailom would almost always solve everything without saying a
word, and rarely argued with him.

But this time, Kanghan was still immersed in the annoyance of being rejected by
Pimfa, and he wouldn't let this go so easily. Because if he was chosen as the captain of the
cheerleaders, he would have to be in close contact with Pimfa, which didn't matter before,
but now he couldn't help but pay attention to facing her every day. And she acted like
nothing happened, still talking to him like normal friends, which made Kanghan feel even
more annoyed.

"We're not done talking yet." Kanghan looked at Sailom sleeping with his back to
him.

"But I'm very sleepy."

"But it's not your bedtime yet." Kanghan said, glancing at the digital clock beside the
bed, it was just after ten, basically not the time Sailom went to bed.

"Sit down, let's talk."

"I'm tired, can't I sleep earlier?"

"Tired of what? "I'm supposed to be tired of having to practice every day with these
cheerleaders."
 "Aren't I supposed to help out at the sports festival too? When I get home I still have
to tutor you, summarizing the content and main points of the lesson for you also counts."

"Are you saying I'm the person who's draining you?"

"Leave me alone. As long as I can sleep a little more, I won't be tired anymore."

"Sailom..."

"You should go to sleep too."

Kanghan also didn't know if he had ever held back with anyone else in his entire life
like he did with Sailom. But just as he was about to refute, the steady breathing of the
teenager sleeping soundly beside him could be heard. He knew that Sailom really was just
like what he had said before, and he was so tired that he fell asleep. Kanghan wasn't so bad
that he needed to wake him up and make a fuss anymore, so he had no choice but to turn
around and lie on his side in the corner of the bed.

On this big bed, they were only a few steps away, but the emotional distance
between them was slowly moving away.

One side intentionally concentrated all his mind

But the other side didn't know...

From Kanghan's steady breathing, she knew he was deeply asleep, Sailom in the
darkness gently opened his eyes. He didn't want things between them to become what they
were now, but he also wasn't strong enough to stand by and watch Kanghan and Pimfa fall
in love. Because I wanted to be with

Kanghan according to the agreement with Mrs. Ging, that alone already required all the
courage he had.

Instead of being tired, it was better to be depressed. Tired of frantically risking

himself to control his heart beating too fast when he got closer, tired of overcoming the
inappropriate thoughts of wanting to get a little closer.
 And the most exhausting thing was that I could no longer deal well with these
things.

Every night after school, the second-year students used to gather together to
prepare for the sports festival that would be held in a few weeks. Sailom signed up with the
promotion committee to manage all the cheering accessories needed for the stands,
including decorations for the team parade. For example, today the art committee recruited
volunteers from the promotion committee to help with the work, Sailom, after completing
her part, also went over to the art committee to help set up the stage for the cheerleaders'
performance. Sailom went from the supply warehouse to the empty space behind the
teaching building, passing by the cheerleading practice room, he couldn't help but look
inside a little.

Because Ms. Nabdao used to be the captain of the cheerleading squad in college, she
was very familiar with the team's work, so she came to help choreograph and rehearse with
Pimfa and the main characters of this activity. Sailom could also guess from the two girls'
serious expressions that the practice was not being easy at all. At that moment, he
remembered another person, so he looked around the room, and the result was that he
didn't see that person in the group of students either.

"Kanghan isn't here?" Pimfa stood staring at Sailom for a long moment and walked
towards him before he could ask about his doubts.

"He's been skipping training for days." Pimfa sighed after speaking, did not answer
his phone calls either, and ran away as soon as they met.

"Did you have any fights?"

"I don't have any problem, but Kanghan... I don't know."

Sailom knew immediately that the two were definitely fighting, just like any other
couple in love, so she forced a smile and nodded her head.

"We need to find someone to replace him, because if we keep waiting for Kanghan,
we won't be able to practice or put together new formations."
 "Kanghan isn't the captain?" Sailom asked in amazement.

"If Kanghan doesn't return to practice today, the cheerleaders will have to find
someone else to replace him." Pimfa herself also felt very uncomfortable about this matter,
but she insisted on focusing on the group's work and couldn't delay important things just to
wait for friends.

Sailom listened to the side and left immediately, originally he wanted to help the
artistic committee set up the stage, but changed to look for Kanghan. After his phone broke,
he bought another old, cheap phone. He dialed the number he used to call many times,
waited until the ringtone turned into a system voice message, the other end of the receiver
had not yet answered even once.

At the same time, the person Sailom insisted on looking for was jumping for joy
because he had passed the selection of permanent players for the football team at the
sports festival. Just a few days earlier, Kanghan had skipped cheerleading practice and
wandered aimlessly to the school's soccer field. He saw Guy and other friends practicing, so
he joined in inviting everyone to play, and it turned out that they fit together very well, so
he was invited to the national team. When the coach announced the list, his name was on it
too.

"KANGHAN!"

The call from behind came closer, the screeching sound as it approached made the
person called feel a chill, it also made the noisy and lively playing field gradually quiet
down. After Kanghan saw clearly who had arrived, he said goodbye to everyone and left
first, so that his teammates could continue chatting.

"Now I'm a player on the soccer team." Kanghan said happily as they reached a
corner of the court, away from the other teammates.

"Did you leave cheerleading practice to join the football team?"

"I already told you I didn't want to be in cheerleading." When he saw that the other
was not as happy about his success as he expected, Kanghan felt dissatisfied.
 "Didn't I tell you until I was hoarse? Experience can be added to your resume."

"If I no longer want to enter Communications, the experience no longer makes

sense."

"How long are you going to be capricious? Don't you know that others are so
worried about the mess you caused that they are on the verge of despair?

"Don't talk to me loudly, Sailom."

"If I'm right now, why can't I speak up? As the captain of the cheerleaders, in
addition to being able to add experience to your resume, can't you also be in close contact
with Pimfa?"

"Did I say I needed her?"

"You didn't say it, but I know, aren't you and Pimfa boyfriends now?"

Mentioning Pimfa's name at this moment was like lighting the fuse of a bomb,
especially since the person who said this turned out to be the person she admitted to liking,
making Kanghan feel even more mocked.

"You can't say anything, can you? Because that's the truth, it's normal for people
who are just starting to fall in love to have misunderstandings. But you can't use personal
matters to cause a ruckus and ruin the cheerleading team's practice, that would cause a lot
of trouble for others..."

"If you know so much, why don't you know that Pimfa rejected me?"

Kanghan's words made Sailom surprised, although he was sure that they would
definitely date, because no matter how they looked, their minds and hearts were in sync.
But these words reminded him that he had missed something very important, and that
made Kanghan even angrier, rubbing salt into the wound.

"Don't force me to look for Pimfa again. "I just don't like her, the person who likes
her... is you!"
 "That.... really?" Sailom was stunned, at this moment he was confused and couldn't
grasp the key idea, until Kanghan's shout made him sober up again.

"Please... stop meddling in my life!"

"..."

"Because the closer you want me to get to Pimfa, the more I'll hate you!"

"So it's my fault?"

"It's not your fault, it's all my fault, for falling in love with someone whose heart
already belongs to someone else."

"But I don't like Pimfa."

"It doesn't matter if you like him or not, the important thing is that he likes you."

"..."

"She likes you, not me!"

"Do you hear me clearly?"

"Yeah! "Then it doesn't matter that I like you either."

Kanghan blinked to clear the confusion after the long discussion, held his breath, and
stared at the person standing motionless beside him with deep eyes. But in an instant,
Sailom turned around and ran away, leaving a phrase spinning in his head like a videotape.

Sailom... liked him.

The day he impulsively confessed his feelings, Sailom immediately packed up and
returned home. He told Ms. Ging that he had an urgent matter to attend to, requesting to
suspend tutoring for a while. Mrs. Ging didn't ask too much either, but if she avoided
Kanghan like this, it would be as if everything was over. If they were in the same classroom,
she couldn't avoid Kanghan forever either, right? Moreover, Kanghan and Guy, his good
friend, were now players on the football team, when he asked Sailom to buy him water and
bring it to the football field, he had no choice but to confront Kanghan.

Kanghan wiped the sweat with his shirt, then raised his head, his sharp eyes
involuntarily pausing slightly as they met Sailom's gaze. He also felt so uncomfortable that
he found it difficult to bear, but Guy's voice calling him not far away brought him out of his
daze in front of him. Sailom withdrew his gaze and walked indifferently past Kanghan.
Although she still liked Kanghan very much and this feeling only increased after they
became closer, she had never told this to Guy and Auto. Sailom knew that his friends didn't
like Kanghan, and on the other hand, he felt that there was no future between him and
Kanghan. So now, no matter what I said or what feelings I gave, I had to let them go and let
them slowly fade away.

"I'll pay you later." Guy took the water from Sailom's hands and tried to open the
bottle, but his hands were soaked with sweat and he couldn't unscrew it. Sailom had no
choice but to take the bottle of water and open it for him.

"Where's your towel?" Sailom handed the water back to Guy, then went to get the
towel he usually carried when he trained.

Guy looked over Sailom's shoulder toward the second-floor bleachers behind him.
He bent down and took out a large towel from his bag, while Guy poured some water from
the bottle to wash the sweat off his face and prevent his eyes from burning. After rinsing, he
turned his face towards Sailom to help him dry himself.

"Am I your friend or your servant?"

"Indulge me a little. "I am a player on the football team."

"When will they choose the lineup?" As Sailom asked him about the football team's
starting lineup and substitutes for the match, he wiped the water off his face with the towel
he had taken out.

"On that day, don't forget to come see me."

"Even if you don't come to watch, you can definitely be selected for the starting
lineup." Self commented, although he was not a player, he had seen his friend's footwork
before and dared to say that Guy's talent in this field was unbeatable.

"It's not safe either. If anyone uses connections this time, I may also be removed
from the starting lineup."

"You mean Kanghan, right?" Car asked.

"Well, it's just him."

"What about Nava? I heard that he used to be a goalie before he got injured playing
basketball together, isn't he applying to be the starting goalie too?"

Auto, although not related to this group of players, also knew a lot of gossip.
Yesterday, Nava was playing basketball during recess and accidentally pushed the opposing
team's goalkeeper with the blue jersey, as a result, the opponent broke his arm, causing a
sudden accident. But Guy was always recognized by others as the captain of the blue-
shirted team, so he asked Nava to take responsibility for his actions, so Nava became the
replacement for the original goalkeeper. Therefore, apart from Kanghan, his friend Nava
would also participate in the practice today.

"He can definitely get into the starting lineup." Guy said.

"Hey... are you praising him?" Auto looked at Guy in astonishment, because he knew
that Guy and the Kanghan gang had conflicts with each other.

"I'm not praising him."

Guy set his sights on the aforementioned teenager, and admitted that Nava had a lot
of charisma due to his slim and tall build, broad shoulders and strength, good image, much
loved by many. Guy had already noticed the opponent's abilities since Nava joined the team
to practice as a goalkeeper, but he always felt antipathy towards Nava because he was
friends with Kanghan, whom he despised to the core. Guy was particularly very upset that
Kanghan went to bother Auto, he even changed the target to Sailom who wanted to save
Auto. From then on, he directly established a stronghold to oppose the leader of that group.
 "But didn't you say that there was already someone else in the goalkeeper position,
how can he be chosen for the starting lineup?"

"As there are very few players who play in the goalkeeper position, Nava can enter
the starting lineup even without using connections. But Kanghan... I feel like he made it
through selection just by luck."

Guy looked to the right, which was the other side of the stands, where Kanghan's
group was sitting. Sailom had no choice but to look over there either, but he happened to
meet the piercing gaze of someone who seemed to have been staring at him for a while.
Sailom saw his lips moving, as if he was saying something, but he was sure that the other
definitely did not want to talk to him.

"He said he likes me, but in the end he only cares about someone else."

"What are you saying?" Mac asked, he was closing the bottle of water that Kanghan
had just drank, he heard his friend mutter something, but he couldn't hear clearly.

"I said I'm thirsty."

"Didn't you just drink?"

Without waiting for Mac to ask further, Kanghan grabbed the bottle of water he had
just drank, opened it, and once again poured it into his mouth under the skeptical gaze of
Mac, Nava, and the other friends. Until they saw his strange behavior, everyone asked
skeptically.

"What's bothering you?"

"Do I look upset?" The teenager asked laconically.

"You look like you're about to hit someone." Nava said as she leaned forward to
avoid him, afraid of becoming the person he had just mentioned.

"Hey, I really feel like hitting someone now." Kanghan looked at Sailom's group
again, the more he saw him smile at someone else, the angrier he felt.
 "You've never smiled at me like that before when you were with me."

"What are you mumbling about again?" Mac scratched his head, looked at Nava and
they both shook their heads.

"I'm going home first." Kanghan said, stood up, gathered his things and went home.

"Wait... didn't you just say you wanted to go out for a bite to eat together?" Nava
shouted, although Kanghan had originally said that he was feeling bored lately, so he invited
them out to eat, but in the end it turned out that he ran away first.

"I'm not going anywhere, how lazy."

"Who stepped on your tail?"

"I'm not a dog."

But at this moment he was not much different from a rotten dog, the person who
said he liked her but was smiling with someone else, dealing him a fatal blow.

Kanghan was so upset that he couldn't bear to continue watching Sailom and Guy
together. At the same time, Sailom suddenly felt his chest lighten and looked in the direction
he left, seeing the teenager walking away from the soccer field with his backpack on his
back. It seemed as if he had unconsciously lost something, although that was not his
intention.

"Are you feeling sick? "Why are your eyes red?"

Guy stood in front of Sailom and looked away from Auto to his face, because he had
watched him silently for a long time. Seeing the depressed state of Sailom, who he always
considered strong, Guy couldn't help but ask.

"It's no big deal". Sailom denied it immediately, and the careful Auto pressed his
thumb against his friend's forehead until he felt warmth emanating from it.

"Did you get wet in the rain yesterday?" Auto remembered that it rained last night
and nodded after being asked. Auto sighed heavily.
 "Then go home, eat and take medicine. Leaving it too long will only make it worse."

"I don't get sick that easily."

"It would be strange if you didn't get sick, do you know how hot you are?" Guy urged
him upon hearing that and they both insisted on taking Sailom home. Because Sailom felt
guilty easily, they knew that each of them was going home in a different direction, so they
definitely had to take him home first.

Sailom normally did not get sick easily, even though he had very little time to rest
before and the work was quite tiring, he rarely got sick. However, recently, his physical and
mental state had been very abnormal, he had not been sleeping well at night either, and all
of these things were causing his body to become weaker than ever.

And Auto's warning was fulfilled the next morning..................

When the alarm on the phone rang loudly in the morning, Sailom opened her eyes
with difficulty, her head so heavy she could barely lift it from the pillow, her delicate arms
wavering, she picked up the phone and silenced it. He stared at the phone screen for a
moment, his eyes burning and watering. She slowly lifted her weak body out of bed, fearing
that if she got up late, she would be late for school. But then the symptoms of the disease
became even more obvious, he coughed non-stop shakily, shook his head, his head heavy
and painful, as if someone was squeezing it hard, finally he could only give up.

At first he intended to get out of bed, take a shower, and get ready, but then Sailom
could only muster all his strength to send a message to the chat group that included Guy,
Auto, and himself, saying that he felt unwell and wanted to call in sick, asking them to let
the professor know, then he collapsed exhausted onto the bed, just hoping that when he
woke up his body would recover a bit.

Kanghan had arrived at school early since the morning, but even when the first class
started, Sailom still didn't show up, so he became grumpy for some unknown reason. In fact,
he couldn't sleep well the night before either, going over and over the scene of when Sailom
said he liked him, until he almost forgot that he had declared his feelings to Pimfa a few
days ago.
 It wasn't until the first class teacher called attendance that he heard Guy loudly tell
the teacher that Sailom wasn't feeling well and wanted to call in sick. Kanghan heard this
and for some reason couldn't sit still. He really wanted to go and ask about Sailom's status,
but he didn't know under what identity to ask for an answer. Because if the other asked him
in return why he wanted to know, Kanghan also knew that he wouldn't know what to
answer either.

With worry in his heart, mixed with an incomprehensible irritation, he could only
mentally blame Sailom, who had made him so nervous because of his confession of love that
day. But seeing the good relationship between Sailom and Guy, almost as if they had crossed
the boundary of a good friendship, made Kanghan feel...

Maybe... Sailom didn't really like him as he had said in his confession.

She wanted to be like she was before she met Sailom, to get everything about him
out of her mind. But that night Kanghan had an excuse to go look for him at his house.
Quietly stored in Kanghan's backpack was a Thai book, this was the report the teacher had
asked them to make. He didn't know if it was fate or someone sent him, but he and Sailom
were assigned to the same group to make the report.

Kanghan stared at the closed door for a few minutes, then took a deep breath in
preparation to knock. But the door was opened from the inside before, in front of him
appeared a tall man with a slightly surprised expression upon seeing him. Kanghan
immediately remembered that he was Sailom’s older brother, so he first clasped his hands
together to greet him.

"Good afternoon, is Sailom home?"

Saifah also put her hands together to greet him. But his gaze was drawn to the
luxurious watch on Kanghan's left wrist. He already knew before that the friend who came
to help Sailom was not like the other penniless scholarship students like his brother, but
this time after investigating and considering, he discovered that the person in front of him
most likely came from a noble family, plus the crest embroidered on Kanghan's shirt looked
very familiar to him, as if he had seen or heard of it somewhere before.
 But when a cracked voice sounded behind him, all of Saifah's thoughts had to stop.

That voice also made Kanghan turn around and look over his broad shoulder. Then
he saw Sailom come out, his face pale as a sheet of paper.

"One of your classmates came to visit you." Saifah tilted his head towards the person
still standing at the door.

Sailom looked back into his brother's bright eyes, because since he was little he
knew that with just one look he could see through all his thoughts.

"Weren't you in a hurry to get to work?" Sailom made no sound of affirmation, using
his strength to push Saifah out of the house, until Kanghan could only step aside to let him
pass.

"Did you come to visit him?" But Saifah didn't make a fuss, he just turned around and
asked Kanghan.

"Yeah". He had originally come to complain because Sailom had made him nervous
by being in his mind, but now, his mind was in a mess, he could only nod and say yes.

"Then take care of him a little more, since this morning he has not wanted to eat or
take medicine."

The patient accused by his elder brother could only stand there and avoid Kanghan's
fierce gaze, as if he had done something wrong. Seeing that his brother was out of sight,
Sailom immediately turned to stare at the person who had just arrived and had already
entered the house and closed the door for him.

"You..."

“Why are you sick and you neither eat nor take medicine? Are you a boy? Do you
have to be so stubborn?

Sailom wanted to ask what he had come for, but before he could ask, he was already
being scolded until he shrank.
 “Tell me, will not taking medicine cure you?”

“I can’t eat. Since I don't eat, I'm afraid of hurting my stomach if I take medicine on
an empty stomach." Sailom whispered in response.

“I guess it's smart to know that taking medicine on an empty stomach will hurt your
stomach, but not knowing what you should eat... you're pretty smart.”

After saying this and seeing the patient standing there with his head down,
Kanghan's tone couldn't help but soften. This was the second time they had seen each other
since Sailom had been avoiding him, and he didn't feel uncomfortable at all, or rather, he
always felt very comfortable when he was with him.

“Did you come to scold me?”

His fever-red eyes and accusatory gaze softened Kanghan's heart. At first, he had
planned to scold him for not taking care of himself, but Kanghan restrained himself from
being rude and also held back his usual bad temper.

“We came to do a performance in Thai together, but you skipped school today.”

Kanghan put down his backpack and said. He entered the kitchen, looking quite
familiar with the place. Although it was only his second time coming here, seeing that the
bento was still closed and the medicine bag was untouched on the side, he took out the food
and placed it on a plate on the shelf next to the sink. The room was so small that with just a
few steps he could check every corner, except Sailom's room, of which he could only see a
half-open door.

"Come eat first... quickly"

Kanghan saw the other's unwillingness, so he had to repeat it once more. Normally
Sailom was the one who organized everything for him, but now that he was sick, he was like
a child in her eyes.

This boy is so damn adorable!

 Sailom pouted and obediently walked over to eat properly. Kanghan began to
organize the medicines in the bag, then sat to the side to keep watch, until he saw that half
of the rice on the plate was already gone, and Sailom looked weak, so he didn't press him
any further, just handed him the medicines he had already separated.

"Get the report out to work quickly. When you're done, you can go home directly."
Sailom said after taking the last pill.

"I'm in no hurry."

"But you'll get home very late that way."

"If it's too late, I'll stay here with you."

"You're not kidding."

"If you don't want me to carry you, take my hand and get up." Kanghan's hand gently
brushed against the slender fingers and Sailom finally had no choice but to compromise.

Kanghan carried Sailom back to the room, then went to the bathroom to get a basin
of water and took a small, thick towel hanging on the rack, then returned to the room. But
as soon as he put the basin on the bed, Sailom narrowed her eyes at him as if she was going
to scold him.

"I'm not going to wipe you with a rag."

"I'm afraid you're using the wrong one."

Kanghan couldn't help but chuckle. I swore I'd never seen Sailom look so adorable.
But now he didn't know who was delirious with fever. Because at that moment he was
watching that person take off his shirt, his face flushed, staring straight at him.

Damn, he's so adorable!

"What exactly did you do to get so sick?" Kanghan took the wet towel and carefully
began to wipe Sailom's body, while searching for a topic of conversation to lessen the
embarrassment.
 "I got wet in the rain."

"Why didn't you carry an umbrella? Didn't I give you one?

"Who knew it was going to rain?"

"Could it be that you got sick because of me?"

Sailom gave him a piercing look, their eyes meeting directly. But the person
questioned replaced the answer with silence. However, when the strong hand touched his
soft skin that was heating up from the fever, the patient's body became even hotter.

At the same time, the person who should have been calm as water also began to
become tense and speechless. In fact, many times Kanghan had completely forgotten
himself, faithful only to the deep desire and longing within him to get closer to Sailom.
Inadvertently, the tip of his fingers brushed the other's skin, his hand lingered there for a
long time, wanting to prolong this moment a little longer. He almost wanted to sink into it,
though he was muttering to himself that he had never had any other thoughts than
friendship with Sailom.

"Rest".

Kanghan left the room after cleaning Sailom well, because he was beginning to be
unsure of his own feelings, leaving behind only black eyes that followed him. Then fatigue
and the effects of the medicine overwhelmed him, Sailom gave up and fell into a deep sleep.

He didn't know how much time had passed, but as the medicine began to work, his
temperature had returned to normal, and Sailom's bright black eyes began to move slowly,
he could see a bit of faint light reflected from outside on the ceiling. He looked at the clock
on the wall, it was three in the morning.

Sailom frowned, thinking that Kanghan must have already returned home. But as
soon as she moved her slender hand, struggling to get out of bed, she collided with a strong
arm. Sailom was startled, quickly withdrew his hand and stared at this sleeping person, as if
wanting to engrave that face into his mind.
 Even though he had confessed to Kanghan and told him everything, Sailom's feelings
had not diminished in the slightest. On the contrary, even as she packed all her things to
return home, Sailom felt very clearly that her feelings were growing more each day, and
that the few days without him had been very strange.

Longing and worry made Sailom unconsciously move closer to Kanghan, close
enough to see his thick eyelashes over his closed eyes, close enough to clearly see the line of
his lips. But just as his thin lips were about to close that distance, Sailom came to his senses
and sat up straight.

"I don't even dare to kiss you, because I'm afraid that if you find out, you'll be
repulsed."

Sailom smiled with complicated feelings at the person who was still sleeping deeply,
with a kind of affection that went beyond an "I like you".

"You said... whether I got sick because of you or not. But the truth is, I haven't slept
well since that day, afraid that you would get angry, afraid that you would avoid me. So I
better run away from you."

Sailom sobbed heavily, knowing the other couldn't see him, but still trying hard to
smile.

"But it's not easy, that's why I need to get away from you for a bit."

Loving someone is very easy, it only takes a moment, but letting go of part of that
love is very difficult, because sometimes we may need a lifetime to forget a person.

"So you don't need to reciprocate, just... don't hate me."

Sailom stared at Kanghan's face for a moment, then decided to turn around and lie
down again. He really didn't know that after a minute or two, that pair of cold eyes under
thin eyelashes slowly opened, and Kanghan looked at the teenager who knew nothing about
his love confession or the almost kiss, Kanghan knew it very well.

But what was he saying? Did Sailom want to give up on him?

 Just thinking about it drove him crazy!

Although he was very angry that Sailom had made a decision without giving him any
chance to negotiate, at this moment his heart of stone regarding the gay issue was beating
strongly. Kanghan had to put a hand on his chest to comfort himself and calm his heart,
because he had heard Sailom's entire confession. Not like the simple word "I like you" from
the previous time, this time it was like emphasizing over and over again that Sailom's
feelings for him were even deeper, perhaps so much so that even he couldn't imagine.

Over the past few days, Kanghan had tried to ignore Sailom's feelings for him, but he
couldn't explain his own actions either. In fact, Sailom had a great influence on his
emotions.

And the wind that had suffered countless pains, could have turned into a tornado
powerful enough to sweep away all obstacles in front of it. But it became a gentle breeze
that blew slowly towards the windmill, without leaving it, so that the surroundings of the
windmill remained cool and comfortable. Although many times the wind would have to
wait for the opportunity to blow towards the mill, it would also suffer and work hard for the
mill, but it would not stop.
 CAPITULO 15

The whistle blew, and the players of the blue-shirted team entered the field one by
one, preparing for the practice match that would begin in a few minutes. A sharp gaze was
looking back and forth in the stands, in his heart he knew very well that the person he
wanted to see might not arrive in time at this moment.
This morning when he woke up and saw that Sailom still had a slight fever, Kanghan
had gone out to buy food for him and left a short note.
《Eat the congee and take the medicine on time, don't be stubborn again.》

When he saw that he was about to wake up, he immediately left the house to go to
school.
At this moment, Kanghan didn't feel any displeasure at all about Sailom's concerns,
but he didn't dare to look at them directly either, because in his heart he still couldn't
decide. Especially when she passed a small basket of umbrellas by the bedroom door, just in
time to notice that there were two windmill-designed umbrellas standing side by side.
His heart was beating frantically like a drum. Those blurry memories of the past
gradually became clear, combined with everything that had happened between the two of
them, even when he was still shocked, the affection deepened day by day. Although he also
didn't know how to face Sailom when they met again, at this moment he wanted to receive
encouragement from someone, and he also hoped that the person in his mind could be by
his side now.
The players of the blue jersey team divided into two teams and began to play. The
ball was kicked to the centre of the pitch and it was the decisive battle between the starting
and substitute players. So the first half was intense with everyone giving their all and
competing relentlessly. And a rookie like Kanghan had virtually no chance to control the
ball before the whistle blew at the end of the first half.
Kanghan returned to the side of the court to rest, just as he was about to raise his
head to drink water from the bottle, suddenly, in the stands crowded with students, his gaze
swept the venue. Surprisingly among so many people, he could clearly see Sailom. Even if
there were more people now, I could still find him easily.
Sailom's fever had subsided last night, and he was now almost recovered, with a
flushed face and a faint smile, this once again filled Kanghan with energy.
 "What are you saying?"
Seeing the lips of the people in the stands moving, Kanghan whispered something as
if talking to himself.
"Can".
This time, Sailom made an effort to move his lips so that the other could see the
sound, Kanghan smiled even happier and nodded in response.
"Thank you".
In the second half, the man who hardly touched the ball in the first half had plenty of
opportunities to show the coach the talent of the new recruit.
"Pass it to me!" Guy, who was on the same team as Kanghan, had shouted because he
saw that the opposing team was about to surround Kanghan, and he was afraid that they
would lose.
"Help me stop them." Kanghan saw that from his position he could easily kick
towards the goal, and football is a team sport, teammates also have a duty to support each
other, even though the person he asked for help was his sworn enemy.
Kanghan carried the ball close to the opponent's goal, from the distance of his
position, if the accuracy of his shot was good enough, he could easily score for the team.
When he saw that there were no opposing players in the penalty area in front of him to stop
him, and the national team match was about to end in a few minutes, Kanghan confidently
aimed at the ball and executed a powerful shot.
But.....Just before the ball entered the goal, the opposing goalkeeper turned in time
to save it.
The ball came back into the field, both teams fighting for it, Guy was not far from
Kanghan and moved forward, the closer he got to where the ball would land, he kicked
masterfully over the head of the opposing team's goalkeeper and into the goal just before
the referee blew the whistle to end the match.
Loud cheers rang out, friends off the field ran to hug Guy, congratulating him for
scoring in the final minutes and giving the team the victory. Joyful laughter and praise filled
the stadium, and everyone watched the touching scene with a smile on their lips.
Except......Kanghan.
Kanghan stared at the scene before him with sharp eyes, and clenched his fists. The
person who should have been in the stands smiling only at him instead ran onto the field
and gave Guy a warm hug. Although there were many people around, that hoarse voice that
had not yet recovered from the illness still reached his ears.
"You are really great, if you don't become a starting player, what else could you be?"
Sailom pulled away from the hug, but still shook his friend's arm in joy. When he saw
his friend score in the final minutes of the match, it could be said that spectators like Sailom
were very excited, adrenaline was pumping, as happy as if he himself had played on the
court.
"Of course, how can the reputation of the school's players be ruined?" Guy jokingly
praised himself, as if deliberately provoking his friends.
"Be more modest, my friend." Sailom said laughing.
At this moment, more people came forward to congratulate Guy until Sailom was
pushed out, his thin and weak arm had just recovered from the illness when someone
grabbed it tightly. Sailom frowned, he was pulled so hard that his face became distorted.
After seeing who it was, he hadn't even said anything when he was dragged away by him.
Kanghan was furious because he felt he had been too clever, but he had to stand
there enduring the image of Sailom and Guy hugging and laughing happily. Not to mention
the final goal Guy scored, he himself was the one who paved the way for the opportunity to
shoot directly at the opposing team's goal. In the second half, Guy barely had a chance to
steal the ball, but as soon as they won, everyone praised the scorer, they did not see those
who helped push the team forward until the ball reached the goal.
What other people thought, Kanghan didn't care, but what bothered him was the
person who always told him that she liked him!
The locker room door was slammed shut and locked so that no one could interfere.
Kanghan grabbed Sailom's wrist tightly as he tried his best to break free. After reaching a
corner of the room, he intentionally threw it inside, his sharp and bright lion-like eyes
staring at his prey with satisfaction and mockery mixed together.
"What are you doing?"
The person who had freed himself from the bonds looked at him discontentedly
because he had held him too tightly and had a red area on his wrist. No matter how much
she thought, she didn't understand what the hell was bothering him, clearly her team had
won, Kanghan could surely become a starting player, before the second half started, she had
clearly seen him smiling at her, but now...
"It's all because of the good things you've done."
"I?" Sailom pointed at himself in disbelief.
"Didn't you say you liked me?"
"When did I say I didn't like you anymore?" Sailom was so angry that he
unconsciously said it without shame. The person listening was not mentally prepared for
this unprecedentedly frank answer, and was stunned for a while.
"But you ran and hugged Guy."
"He is my friend."
"I've never hugged Nava and Mac like that."
"What does that have to do with me?"
"Many times, Sailom, many times... your relationship with him has gone too far."
Kanghan advanced towards him, Sailom could only take a step back, each step he
took to get closer made him retreat until he crashed into the table in the corner. Kanghan's
strong arms tightly enclosed Sailom, to the point that he could only rest both hands on the
table.
"What the hell is wrong with you?"
"Haven't you made me like this?"
"Don't blame others."
"If you did it, you should learn to accept the consequences, right?"
"So what else do you want me to do? "I'm just someone you like... you have no right
to do whatever you want with me."
"How do you get the right then?" "
"Don't you want the person you like to like you back?"
Sailom's black eyes opened, looking at the person in front of him with an expression
as if he had never seen anything like it. Before she could ask what he meant by that, his face
had already come closer, the warm breath brushing her skin making her feel like she had a
fever again.
A second later, warm lips were on his, drawing him into fierce passion as they
kissed. Then it became fervent and passionate at first, then it became deep and moving. The
soft and tender sensation was like sweet cotton candy that made Kanghan unable to stop
tasting, his tongue slowly parted the thin lips up to the bright white teeth. Giving him a
whole new experience, then slowly taking him into a new world he had never set foot in
before. As their heated tongues tangled in each other's mouths, the excitement meant that
he could only weakly slide down onto the edge of the table. Those delicate hands, on the
contrary, were tightly gripping the corner of the other's shirt, as if wanting to vent the
overwhelming emotions that were swirling like a tornado in his chest.
For a long time, Sailom let Kanghan plunder the inside of his mouth, taking
sweetness from him as if he could never get enough, until the lack of breath made him
weakly raise a fist and lightly hit the other's chest in protest.
"That's enough." The moment Kanghan let go to give him a chance to breathe, Sailom
said in embarrassment as she buried her head into his broad chest. But in an instant
Kanghan leaned towards him, and that gave him a very deep feeling.
"So, do you really like me?"
"Mm." Sailom replied, though she still didn't dare look him in the eyes.
"Since when did you like me?"
"Don't know".
"Since first grade?"
Sailom didn't know why Kanghan guessed that, or if he already knew something. He
looked up and saw the smile on the other's face. Remembering the two umbrellas by the
door of the room, Sailom involuntarily lowered his head again, avoiding Kanghan's burning
gaze that was watching him.
"Are you planning to keep your head down and avoid my gaze?"
"Then stop laughing at me."
"I haven't even said anything." Kanghan laughed out loud, and met the gaze of the
person who had dared to raise his head to look at him, but was now embarrassed to the
point of anger, it was so cute.
"Get out now, disappear for so long, the others will get suspicious." Sailom wanted to
push the other away, but Kanghan was unwilling to follow his words.
"What's wrong with you now?"
"Are you planning to kiss me and then run away?"
 "It was you who kissed me first."
"But it was you I liked first."
"And?"
Sailom didn't understand what exactly Kanghan wanted, but seeing the smile on the
corner of his lips right now made her wonder whether it was a good thing or not.
"That means the two of us... are a couple now, right?"
Sailom was stunned by Kanghan's question, he remained silent and thought carefully
for a moment. He had never thought about this before, but now he was beginning to worry
that if their relationship went any further, it would cause Kanghan to neglect his studies.
This was not only about the money he received to pay off his debts, but also about
Kanghan's future. That was the main priority that could not be overlooked. The corners of
his lips tightened, it was difficult to make a decision, and at this moment, a phrase he had
heard before suddenly echoed in his head.
"If I get accepted into this university... would you be willing to be my girlfriend?"
"Hey... you heard it, right?" Kanghan remembered very clearly that he had said
something similar to Pimfa before, but the emotion at that moment was completely
different from now.
"Yes... I heard everything."
Only now did Kanghan realize that she had seen the scene of him declaring his love
to Pimfa very clearly. Sailom was sitting at the edge of the table, Kanghan leaning over him,
resting his head on his shoulder, as if ashamed of his own stupidity.
"That's why you chose to leave me, wasn't it?" The deep voice whispered in her ear,
Kanghan leaned his head exhaling warmly on Sailom's slender neck, a wet kiss lightly
brushing her neck.
"You didn't like Pimfa? "What else could I do?"
"It wasn't until you packed your things and left the house that I realized my feelings
for Pimfa were completely different from the feelings I already had for you."
"Could it be that I was your second choice because she rejected you?"
A half-hearted provocation made Kanghan straighten up, then he gently hit the head
of the person who was angry for thinking too much.
"For me, Pimfa was just a close friend, who made me think that I liked him, so when
he rejected me, I didn't feel sad at all, just a little disappointed. But with you... when I think
about having you next to someone else, I can't accept it, especially when I see you smile
happily with someone else, when I think that without me you could still be very happy, I
convince myself more and more that... my happiness is you."
"I will also strive to make you happy."
"You don't need to try harder, I've got it now. So for now, you can take a course to
prepare yourself to be a good boyfriend of mine."
"I've only heard of courses to prepare you to be a good girlfriend."
"It's the same thing. Because from now on, I will strive to ensure that both of us pass
the entrance exam for a top-tier university."
CAPITULO 16

All areas of the private hospital were permeated with the smell of disinfectant, which
many people would prefer because it feels very hygienic but also makes them feel aversion
when visiting. So the few people who dare to come here definitely have a purpose and have
no interest in the surroundings, hidden in their eyes are complex emotions, looking around
as if searching for something or someone...
When they see their target they stop, a slight smile appears on their face that makes
them feel very close, two feet move forward, towards an old woman sitting in a wheelchair
with a worried expression.
"Good morning, ma'am." The young man clasps his hands together, greeting politely.
"I see the lady has been sitting here for a long time, have you already lined up for the
check-up?"
A young assistant in a white coat bearing the seal of this private hospital smiles
friendly, his deep and pleasant voice making the patient who was worried about her
condition begin to relax a little. He has excellent communication skills to deal with patients,
especially the elderly, this is not difficult for someone with years of experience in the
profession.
"Everything is settled. The doctor agreed with you that the operation will be
tomorrow."
"Ah... he's the reconstructive surgery doctor, right?" Mrs. Ging smiles, now realizing
that she is in a wheelchair, it is not difficult for the assistant to guess.
 "Her knee has been hurting for a long time, she wants to have surgery right away,
but she is still very worried."
"The doctors are very experienced now. I have seen many knee surgery patients
here. A few days after surgery they recover very well and can be discharged so their
families can take them home for physical therapy."
"The doctor also told me that I should do physical therapy."
"That's how it is. "Proper physical therapy after surgery can help the patient recover
quickly and return to their previous functional status."
"What if I don't do physical therapy?" Mrs. Ging asks with a serious expression.
"It is best to follow the doctor's instructions. Some patients who do not follow the
doctor's advice often have to return to the hospital for tests." Because he does not want to
worry the patient, he avoids mentioning possible postoperative complications.
"So I can't count on my children to help me with physical therapy?"
"It's no problem at all, you can hire a hospital assistant to take care of her. I have
previously treated knee surgery patients and within just a few months they are able to walk
normally."
"Does that mean I could hire you, young man?" After chatting, he feels very familiar,
so Mrs. Ging addresses him more closely, which makes the other smile radiantly.
"Yes ma'am, I haven't been taking on any additional work outside of my hospital
schedule lately."
"That's ok. When Grandma comes to the hospital, I'd also have to wait for the driver
and butler to bring me over, those two aren't much younger than me, if they had to help me
with physical therapy, I might end up hunched over and shrunken."
"If you hire an assistant, you can make sure that the posture is completely correct
when doing physical therapy, and the patient and family members don't have to worry
about doing something wrong."
"So you could start working right after my surgery?"
"Of course, ma'am." Saifah smiles radiantly, making Mrs. Ging who is looking at him
startle because she feels that this smile is very familiar.
"Young man, what is your name?"
"Saifah, ma'am."
 "That?" Mrs. Ging frowns, looking once again at the young assistant's bright face.
"Do you have any siblings?"
"I have a younger brother named........ "Sailom, ma'am."
Hearing this, Mrs. Ging smiles even more happily. He considers it a fortunate
coincidence to be able to meet both brothers, one is giving private lessons to his grandson,
and the other will soon come to take care of his health.
"I'm Kanghan's grandmother, and the boy is in the same class as Sailom."
"Really?" Even though Saifah had known this for a long time, he still pretends to be
surprised.
Since Kanghan went to visit Sailom when he was sick, he knew that his brother had a
classmate from a distinguished family named Kanghan. He also found out that Sailom was
working as a private tutor for him and even knew that Mrs. Ging was undergoing knee
surgery due to health problems. So he used his experience to get a job at this hospital, which
was the hospital that Kanghan's family chose for examinations when necessary. He came
here to have a chance to get close to Mrs. Ging, hoping to find a job in this wealthy family, to
help him resolve his debts and burdens more easily.
At the same time, the relationship between Kanghan and Sailom had also advanced
to a new stage, although they still did not use the title of boyfriend, the atmosphere between
the two of them was very clear. Kanghan would arbitrarily buy many valuable items for
Sailom, including clothes, the latest expensive model of cell phone worth tens of thousands
of baht and other personal items, to the point that people around him became suspicious.
No matter how much Sailom refused, it was useless, he had resisted from the beginning and
did not want to use them. As a result, Kanghan immobilized Sailom's hands and said that if
he didn't use them, he would throw them all away. A stubborn person like Kanghan wasn't
just talking the talk, he would actually do it. So Sailom had no choice but to use them.
And the two of them often sneaked glances at each other, many times they were
caught by their friends, so they could only look for random excuses. But good friends like
Guy and Auto couldn't help but notice. When the blue jersey team participated in the final
player selection, they stood on the side of the court, and they clearly saw two people flirting
with their eyes.
"What exactly is your relationship with Kanghan?" Guy stared and asked directly to
the person he was talking to.
"What do you mean?" Sailom noticed the dissatisfaction in his friend's voice, so he
looked away from Kanghan and towards Guy.
"Are they dating?"
"No". Sailom denied it.
"You're angry at someone and now you're taking your anger out on me?"
"If I were angry at anyone, it would be you."
"What have I done to you?"
"You also know what Kanghan did to Auto." Guy looked at Auto standing next to him.
"And yet you dare to go out with him."
"I already told you, we're not dating."
"Do you dare to say.... that you have nothing with him?"
"GUY!" Sailom shouted in exasperation, he never looked down on Guy and Auto's
feelings, so he hoped his friends could understand his feelings as well.
"Yes, I really like Kanghan. I also tell you, Kanghan is not as bad as you think."
"Just because you like it you think that. I tell you clearly, I will never accept a person
like him."
Guy left with an annoyed expression to warm up before the game. Sailom looked at
Auto, as if apologizing for saddening his friend, but the other patted him on the shoulder.
"If you two are together, I have no problem, as long as he doesn't make you
unhappy."
"Car..."
"Hey! "Don't look at me with those moved eyes." Auto smiled and sat down to watch
the football game that would start in a few minutes.
"But Guy..." Sailom looked at him with a worried expression.
"You also know that he is an impulsive person, so don't rush into a decision.
Actually, he won't be angry for long, give him some time, and he will understand."
Sailom began to doubt whether Guy could understand what Auto said. Because when
the match had just started, the atmosphere on the pitch was already full of tension, the
spectators could feel it. As the two members of the blue team fought fiercely for the ball, the
surrounding teammates, and even the opposing players, looked at each other in
bewilderment. If this scene were drawn in a comic book, you could see the fast movement
of the feet and the ball. Because after the argument with Sailom, Guy was very upset, he
wanted to prevent Kanghan from scoring at all costs, riskingly snatching the ball from him.
While Kanghan didn't know anything about it, but his character was very strong, so he
didn't want to give up. When he saw that Guy was insistent on scoring, he was also
unwilling to give in and responded blow for blow. Besides, he still had an old grudge
because he was jealous of Guy and Sailom. New hatreds and old grudges made the
competition between Kanghan and Guy on the court extremely tense, making the rest of the
teammates just a backdrop.
The coach watching from the sidelines was already furious that the players did not
follow his instructions. In the match, his style of play allowed the opposing team to take a 1-
0 lead before the first half ended.
"How are they playing? If you keep playing so selfishly, get out of here and let those
who want to fight for the team in!"
After the first half, the players gathered on the side of the pitch to rest, the coach
couldn't help but shout at them. The deafening cheers from the stands during half-time did
nothing to prevent the coach from scolding and being disappointed.
"We're sorry, Coach." Kanghan and Guy acknowledged their mistake, bowing their
heads.
"Do you know something? Sometimes those who want to redeem themselves on the
field don't get a second chance."
"Yes sir". The two passively agreed, although they really wanted to ask for one more
chance to take responsibility, but they weren't sure if the coach would allow it.
"Don't let me or the rest of my teammates down again."
Just then, the whistle blew to start the second half. Compared to before, it was
obvious that Guy and Kanghan played more sensibly this time. They all followed the coach's
tactics very well. But the opposing team had seen their weakness from the first half of the
match, feeling that Kanghan's team was not as scary as they imagined either, and now the
opposing team's tactics had completely changed from before. The opponent assigned one of
their biggest players to guard Guy, because everyone knew that Guy always scored for the
team in previous matches.
 But still, the experienced Guy managed to escape from the opposing defense several
times, this infuriated them and they tried to crash into Guy again and again during the
match, until Kanghan, who had been following him the whole time, could not stand it
anymore.
Kanghan didn't care about the grudges between him and Guy, he lunged to intercept
the opposing players, leaving the way clear for Guy to kick. In this way, when there were
only a few minutes left to finish, the blue team managed to successfully tie the game. Cheers
could also be heard from the stands for the blue team, and Guy did not forget to tell him as
he walked past Kanghan to return to his position.
"Thank you".
Although Guy had an explosive temper, after seeing Kanghan help him, he also
showed the passion of a player. But Guy couldn't think much, because the opposing team,
seeing that they had scored, counterattacked even more fiercely, until the blue team's
defense could no longer hold out, allowing the opponent to seize the opportunity to score
again. Due to pressure from the opposing team when he kicked, Guy committed another
foul. They impeded him as the two teams fought for the ball, until the referee blew his
whistle determining that the opposing player had committed the foul, and Guy's team won a
free kick.
"You throw it away."
Guy did not choose to take the kick himself, even though they had a free kick that
would prove decisive. Instead, he walked over to Kanghan and patted him on the shoulder,
giving him this opportunity.
"But this free kick is yours."
"Consider it my thanks for saving me from those idiots."
Kanghan looked at him in bewilderment, but when he saw that he really wanted to
thank him and put the ball in his hands, he nodded and went to the position indicated by the
referee.
If he scored... it would mean a tie, giving the team a chance to win in overtime.
But if he failed... the opposing team would win immediately.
With his heart full of confidence, arousing the burning passion in his body, he kicked
the ball with all his might. Perhaps this was the first time he was successful at something he
chose.
But... the opposing team's goalkeeper dove in time to catch the ball, giving his team
the victory in this match and ultimately the championship in the final.
Loud cheers erupted from the other team's stands. The defeated blue team could
only console themselves by patting themselves on the back. Kanghan looked at the
disappointed faces of his friends around him, but no one blamed him. Even Guy came over
to pat him on the shoulder with a smile, as if telling him not to think too much.
But for someone like him who had never done anything right, could he erase it from
his mind? When everyone went home after the sporting event, Kanghan was still sitting on
the court. That afternoon it began to rain, he looked up at the sky where a drizzle was
falling, trying to wash away all the melancholic emotions.
But suddenly, a familiar umbrella was extended towards him, the handsome student
with star-like eyes and sharp eyebrows looked at the person who had just arrived because
he had given up space under the umbrella to him so half of his body was soaked.
"Don't get wet in the rain or you'll catch a cold." The sentence Kanghan had said was
repeated by the other's lips with a slight smile.
"My friends invited me to eat at a barbecue restaurant near school."
"Then go."
"But I want to go with you."
"Nobody wants to see a useless person like me. "If I go, I'll ruin the mood."
"Who says you're useless?" Sailom asked as he squeezed into the small space under
the umbrella, their shoulders inevitably touching.
"You saw, I kicked the ball wrong, otherwise our team would still have had a chance
to win."
"But nobody cares or gets angry about it."
"How do you know?"
"Isn't that the case in sports? "Winning and losing is normal."
"Do you think so?"
"Mm."
"But I feel like everything my father said has come true, because maybe he knew that
no matter how hard I tried, I wouldn't achieve anything."
"Kanghan..."
 "Maybe I don't deserve to be successful, that's why I screw up everything."
"I don't know what others think of you. But for me... the you of today is better than
the you of yesterday and I'm sure you'll strive to do even better tomorrow."
"Only you think I'm good."
"Just me... still not enough?"
Kanghan didn't say anything and hugged Sailom, now he needed someone to comfort
his fragile, corroded heart. A slender hand gently caressed her back like a cool breeze that
carried the pain and suffering in her heart.
"It's enough... you alone is enough."
Sailom then showed him that his classmates did not care about his mistakes in the
match. The second year high school blue team students gathered for a small activity. The
barbecue restaurant helped this group of young people regain their joy once again, because
the most important purpose of organizing the sports event was not to win or lose, but for
everyone to learn team spirit, unity, and gain experiences that cannot be learned elsewhere.
So after the sporting event was over, there was still a lot of enthusiastic discussion from
them, even though they had not met before, there were also many who did not get along
before but after the event they became friends, the bad times before could be resolved.
Everyone wanted to record this friendship in the beautiful memories of the
fragments of time.
Kanghan was lying in bed playing with his cell phone, swiping on Instagram to like
the photos of today's sporting event that the students had posted. And Sailom cancelled his
private lesson for him today because he said it had exhausted him so much.
The noise from the bathroom caught Kanghan's attention and he looked up; the
person who had disappeared there ten minutes ago came out. The scent of the soap they
shared reached his nose. I had never known this scent could be so fragrant, or maybe
because he wore it he smelled so good.
"If I played football seriously, what would you think?" Kanghan asked, a sudden idea
flashing in his mind.
"How serious...?"
"I just... I don't know either, but lately I feel like I'm not so bad."
"If it's just for fun, you can take it as a hobby. Then spend some time studying and
preparing for your college entrance exams."
"Do you think so?"
"Hey, you can play with Guy, haven't you talked already?"
His deep gaze darted back and forth over Sailom who was busy hanging the wet
towel in front of the closet, the expensive cell phone he had bought for her was already
charged, Sailom walked over and unplugged the charger, then sat on the bed still tapping on
the screen, completely ignoring him since the previous conversation.
"Who are you talking to?"
Kanghan couldn't stand being ignored and asked, but when he looked at his phone
screen, Sailom stepped back to keep his distance.
"Are you hiding some secret?"
"Everyone has things they don't want others to know."
"But the person asking is you."
"So what if it's you?"
"Well... I'm the person you like, and I like you a lot too."
"What's the matter?" Sailom was suddenly struck by these absolutely direct words,
his cheeks flushed red.
"Just tell me, what's wrong with that?"
"Because it's you, you shouldn't know."
Sailom wrinkled his nose, but Kanghan took the opportunity to hug him from
behind, check the messages he had received, and when the phone screen lit up, a familiar
avatar appeared on the chat app on the home screen.
"Pimfa?"
"Mm." Sailom reluctantly admitted, but let Kanghan hug him tighter until he could
only turn to look at him.
"It's not what you think."
"Do you know what I'm thinking?"
"Seeing your fierce gaze, how could I not know?"
"I'm not jealous, I'm not forbidding you to talk to Pimfa. I'm just..."
"Jealous?"
"Didn't Pimfa say he liked you?"
"Not the kind of liking you think."
 Kanghan seemed to have overlooked something, he loosened his arms slightly and
gently held the other's shoulders to bring them face to face, he felt that this would require a
long explanation.
"What do you mean?"
"Today Pimfa came to me and invited me to lunch to tell me something. He wanted
to clarify things so there would be no misunderstandings. It's not the kind of like where he
wants to hang out with me, it's more admiration and appreciation."
"What's the difference?"
"Appreciation is when you don't want to be boyfriends, appreciation is because I'm a
good student, good character, how can you not understand?"
"How about celebrity fans?"
"Mm."
"So why do you want me to understand?"
"Because he knows you like me."
"What did you say?"
"Pimfa knows that you... like me."
"Am I that obvious?"
Kanghan was shocked to learn this, then he recalled the time when Sailom was
working and eating with customers, and he happened to be eating with Pimfa, recalling his
behavior back then, it was basically pretty obvious.
Sailom laughed as he watched Kanghan sitting motionless with a pensive expression
on his face. Today Pimfa went to his class and looked for him, even invited him to lunch, to
tell him that she had been watching them both. And as Kanghan's admirer, and wanting him
to know her intentions, when he confessed his love to her, she said those things. The end
result was that they both understood each other's feelings.
"If Pimfa noticed, why don't you? You even avoided me on purpose."
Kanghan finally snapped out of his thoughts, his eyes narrowed in complaint until
Sailom started speaking again.
"Why don't you ask yourself what you did before that made me dare to think that
you would like it?"
"Now you can think about that."
 "Think about what?"
"Thinking about how much I like you."
"I don't think." As the other approached, Sailom turned his face away to avoid him.
"You still haven't rewarded me today."
"Aren't prizes for winners?"
"An honorable mention. "Losers like me need comfort too."
Sailom looked into the bright, pleading eyes, and knew very well what the other
wanted.
The inky black pupils moved, begging for help. But Sailom knew that further talking would
be pointless, and the other was still waiting... so he closed his eyes, bringing his face closer,
then pressed his lips softly on the other's.
It was like a gentle breeze blew, after touching them Sailom immediately turned
around burying his head under the blankets. But the smiling person beside him felt that the
gift he received was of great value, and he wanted to appreciate and treasure it even more.
 CAPITULO 17

The newly lit cigarette gave off a delicate aroma in the wind. The man who was
smoking calmly held the cigarette, his gaze gloomy, his expression a mixture of joy and fear.
Saifah smiled at the sight.
"You're not kidding, are you?" For the second time since they spoke, Nam
emphasized this matter.
"I'm not kidding, that house is getting ready to hire someone right now, so I thought
of you."
Saifah looked at the Chao Phraya River in front of him, which was now completely
covered in darkness. However, the cool breeze had made someone as busy as him feel much
more comfortable. Although the new job caring for Mrs. Ging was considered the easiest she
had ever done, the work was simple, the income high, and she was able to live in a big house
with all the comforts she had never had access to. For the first time he began to dream
about the future, who knows, very soon he might be able to pay off all his debts, and then
live the life he wanted.
"I want you to apply for the job."
Because he had a very good relationship with Nam, as the only lifelong friend, who
had accompanied him to overcome the difficulties of life. When they met last time to pay off
a debt, he hadn't told Nam about the job he was doing recently, but upon hearing Nam say
that he didn't want to be in the debt collection gang anymore, he wanted a job where he
could see the sunlight. So as soon as Mr. Gong and Mrs. Ging talked about hiring a long-term
driver for Mr. Gong, he immediately informed Nam.
"That family has a very good heart, they are not ostentatious nor do they look down
on the poor." "I don't mind. "I'm used to being discriminated against."
"This time you can start again. "No one will discriminate against you."
"Do you really think someone like me can get out of a criminal gang and get a good
job?"
"It depends on whether you really want to leave the band or not." Saifah felt that no
one wanted to be bad forever. But many times they lacked the opportunity to rebuild their
lives.
"That's it... I'll go apply tomorrow."
 "You definitely have to go. I promise you, your life will be much better than before."
Saifah patted his friend on the shoulder to encourage him. But just like Nam's life,
people like them didn't have many options, but they still had dreams and hopes to escape
their current life.
So that afternoon the next day, Nam took out the best clothes he could and put them
on, prepared to go to Mr. Gong to apply for the job, without telling anyone that he knew
Saifah. Because Saifah said that he didn't want Nam to be seen as someone with
connections, because he knew very well the character of the people in the house, this would
give Mr. Gong a bad impression of Nam. In the recruitment test for the new driver, Mr. Gong
did not consider the applicant's educational level but focused on his driving skills. Nam test
drove from the house to the company, it took him almost two hours, then he drove around
the big house once again.
"If it is convenient for you, you can start working tomorrow." After Mr. Gong and
Nam got out of the car, he said to her.
"Excuse me?"
"I agree that he should work here. The monthly salary is 20,000 baht as we agreed."
"Thank you sir. I will do my best at work." Nam clasped his hands together again and
again, thanking Mr. Gong.
"As for the staff accommodation, I'll ask Saifah to show you around in a moment."
Regardless of whether it was driving skills, manners, or proactivity at work, Nam
had left Mr. Gong with a deep impression. He motioned to Saifah, then asked her to
introduce the different jobs around the house to Nam.
"Given the age of both of them, I assume they are more or less the same age, so I ask
you to help and take care of the new driver."
"Yes sir". Saifah agreed. Mr. Gong then nodded and returned home to continue with
the pending work.
"I've really come to this house." Nam said excitedly to Saifah when he saw Mr. Gong
enter the house.
"It's like a dream."
"I felt like you too when I first came here." Saifah couldn't help but smile at Nam's
appearance.
 "How not? "Who would think that people like us could live in such a big house?"
"Wait and I'll show you the room, although it's behind the house, it's also very large
and spacious."
Along the way, Saifah directed him, from the garage in front of the house where they
were standing, through the side yard, they quickly arrived at the dwellings, which were
prepared for the assistant who would serve Mrs. Ging and the new driver Nam.
"There's your little brother." Nam pursed his lips as he saw Sailom standing in the
courtyard glaring at them.
"Maybe she's afraid that I'll invite you over and we'll do inappropriate things." As the
elder brother, he could guess what he was worried about, because the first day he arrived
here, Sailom also questioned him, and even gave him many rules of etiquette, his
expectations for him were even higher than those of his deceased parents.
"Hey! "I have no such intentions."
"Yes, I know, opportunities don't always present themselves. You don't want to ruin
your chance either."
Nam smiled in agreement. At that moment, they heard the sound of a BIGBIKE
getting closer and closer, which made them both turn to look at the big door of the house. In
an instant, both had to back up to avoid colliding with the motorcycle. Sailom intended to
enter the house to continue summarizing last week's lesson for Kanghan, but upon hearing
this familiar voice, he had to turn around once again. Although Kanghan was supposed to be
at school practicing soccer, when he returned home it was also just after five in the
afternoon.
Ever since he participated in the sports event soccer tournament with the blue team
last time, Kanghan had become interested in this aspect, he wanted to surpass his own skills
and become a school soccer player. At first, Sailom thought it might just be a passing fancy
and that he would get bored, and he also felt that playing soccer would make Kanghan
neglect his studies, preventing him from fulfilling his promise to Grandma Ging.
But one day, Sailom saw Kanghan's gaze with his own eyes while training on the
school team, which touched his heart. Sailom discarded all excuses, just hoping to see
Kanghan happy. Because when Kanghan could do what she liked, she could also focus on
her studies. Therefore, this was also the reason why Kanghan was successful in joining the
school soccer team through the selection tryouts a few days ago.
"Where's daddy?" Before Sailom could ask, Kanghan jumped off the BIGBIKE, with an
angry face he asked in a low voice.
"What's the matter?"
Kanghan didn't reply, he didn't even bother to look at the people present here,
including the unknown Nam. He walked straight to the living room of the house and called
his father. Mr. Gong walked out of the office after hearing the commotion, looking at his only
son with an annoyed expression.
"What's wrong, nephew?" Grandma Ging, who was sitting in the living room, looked
at her only grandson in surprise, because she had not seen him like that for a long time.
"What's the fuss? "Didn't you say there would be a national team practice match
today?"
"Dad talks like he knows a lot about me on the team when I haven't told you
anything about this."
"That's not difficult, can't I just call the coach and ask him?"
"Do you have such a good relationship with the coach?"
"What do you mean?"
"Frankly, did you give money to the coach to help me get into the school football
team?"
Hearing this unexpected thing, everyone here quieted down, all gazes fell on Mr.
Gong, then shifted to Kanghan's distressed expression as he looked at his father.
Kanghan had gone to school to practice as usual, and this Saturday was no exception.
He was on the list of players that the coach had announced for the friendly football match
with schools from Chonburi province. He was very happy and wanted to go home to tell
everyone the good news, but while he was collecting his clothes in the locker room, he
heard someone from the team talking about him making the school soccer team.
"That damn dog Kanghan isn't even good enough to make it onto the school's
football team, it was obviously because of his father."
"Where do you get that?"
"How do you not know? Everyone on the team basically knows, his father gave the
coach money to let him join the team."
 "So actually, the fact that I'm called up for the first match is also because..." "Of
course it's because of the money. The coach reserved a place for him."
"It's so unfair."
"And? "Our families are not that rich."
"It's really unpleasant, I also suspected if his addition to the team was really because
of his football skills or what, I never imagined that..."
"It was just for the money."
At that moment, Kanghan was sure that he was not angry with those who were
talking about him. After confirming that those people had left the locker room, he went
straight home and asked his father about the deep doubts in his mind. He hoped this was
just a misunderstanding, but seeing his father's expression right now, Kanghan began to
wonder if he was ready to face the whole truth.
"If you hadn't done that, how could I have entered the team with my skills?"
"Have you ever trusted your child even once? Have you ever believed that your child
can really achieve it?
"You can't stand on your own, no matter what, you'll always have to depend on
others."
"You've always thought I can't do it, but you've never once given me a chance to
prove myself."
"Have you ever taken the time to do something seriously? Have you ever done
anything that makes me trust you?
"Never". Mr. Gong wondered and answered, then looked at his son with disappointed
eyes.
"So what do you want me to trust you with?"
"Alright.........Then you no longer need to trust, because I no longer have expectations
of you."
"What do you want to do?"
"What I want to do has nothing to do with you anymore. "You never cared what I've
done anyway, you just don't want me to do anything that might get you in trouble."
"Don't talk to me like that. What do you understand?
"Father, keep those words to yourself, who is the one who does not understand
anything?"
 "Why don't I understand?"
"Then you should know, do not judge others with your perspective even if it is your
own child!"
Kanghan turned around and walked out of the house, leaving everyone present
standing there in shock. No one managed to intervene in the heated fight between father
and son. After regaining his composure, Sailom quickened his pace to follow closely behind
Kanghan.
"Where are you going?" Sailom saw him in a bad mood, getting on the motorcycle to
leave, worried he ran to stand in front of the motorcycle to stop him.
"Away from this house."
"Kanghan..."
"Do you want to come with me? If you don't want..."
Sailom didn't need to be asked or wait, nor did he wait for Kanghan to finish his
sentence before jumping into the backseat immediately. I definitely wouldn't let Kanghan
face this alone. The more Kanghan needed company, the less he would let go of her hand.
Since losing her beloved mother forever, Kanghan's anger and grief had become ever
deeper wounds. He rode his beloved motorcycle aimlessly. Along the way, Sailom had
hugged him around the waist from behind for almost two hours. As the sun set, it finally
stopped by a canal in Laem Chabang, Chonburi.
Sailom got out of the back seat, drawn to the stage in front of him that resembled a
concert stage. The evening light dyed the vast sky orange. But what caught his attention
most at this moment were the enormous windmills perfectly aligned. The slender hand
quickly tugged at the corner of the other's shirt, because he wanted to share with him the
images he saw, but when he turned around, he found that Kanghan was already staring at
him.
"Why are you looking at me?"
"You look very funny... like a child going out for a walk for the first time."
"It's not the first time, but it's not very different. "Aside from camping with school,
I've never really been out anywhere."
"Then consider it as me taking you for a walk today."
Sailom smiled and nodded, his dark eyes looking ahead, as if wanting to etch the
scenery in front of him into his memory. However, Kanghan's gaze still lingered on Sailom
for a while, until he began to doubt whether he felt more comfortable because of the
scenery in front of him or the person beside him.
"Before... I couldn't imagine my future."
"Hmm?" Kanghan's words made Sailom once again look towards him.
"But when I started playing football, I was able to understand myself better. I
worked hard training, wanting to be better, wanting my dad to see me. But in the end he
ruined everything. I don't know if I'm sad now because of what my father did or because he
never trusted me."
Sailom looked at Kanghan's trembling eyes with great empathy, but on the contrary,
he could not say a word. Because from Mr. Gong's perspective, he gave money to the coach
also with the good intention of helping his son. But Sailom felt that this was a blow and
indirect damage to Kanghan. Because this meant that his father didn't trust him, and it also
made Kanghan a nobody in the eyes of others, plus... it let Kanghan know that his father had
never really valued him.
"Or maybe I should give up on my dream and not have to try hard anymore, like my
father said, I don't need to try hard for anything."
Kanghan raised his head looking at the sky, trying not to let the tears fall.
The reason might be that Kanghan didn't want Sailom to see his weakness. But at
this moment his previous strength had been completely destroyed, for someone who
secretly loved Kanghan for as long as he did, how could he not notice? Sailom reached out
and took those big hands, gently squeezed them and then released them, repeating many
times until he was sure that Kanghan's mood had stabilized.
"It's the same every time, every time I try my best but I end up collapsing again."
"No one can... destroy your dream, unless you want to stop pursuing it."
Kanghan's gaze lingered for a long time on the person speaking beside him, hoping
to gradually grasp the meaning of the words he heard.
"I've heard it said that dreams are always in the right place, whether we can
continue on this path or not depends on ourselves. Of course, that path will not be full of
roses, because at some point we will find thorns, that is normal. But as long as we keep
moving forward, one day we will be able to hold our dream in our hands." Sailom said and
turned to smile at the one looking at him.
"The Kanghan I know never gives up halfway."
"Do you believe me?"
"If I didn't believe you, would I have come this far with you?"
The journey Sailom was referring to was not just coming to Laem Chabang today, but
the journey since he started tutoring Kanghan.
"So, do you still want to go forward with me?" Sailom made him laugh, Kanghan's
heart was racing waiting for the answer.
"I will always go with you."
"For how long?"
"Until... you kick me out of your life."
Kanghan shook his head, laughing softly, he would never throw someone as vital as
air out of his life.
"I still don't know what your dream is." Before, Kanghan had told Sailom all his
thoughts, but he didn't know the other's dream, when he thought about this he suddenly
realized that he had overlooked many things.
"My dream... just being able to live more comfortably than now would be nice."
"Very easy to satisfy."
"I don't want to dream too big, as long as I can pay off all my debts, that would be the
best."
"Don't think too much about it."
"Um... If not, my dream would be to be yours, for you to take care of me, life would
certainly be very comfortable, the little pocket money you give me will be enough to pay my
debts."
"It's okay, it doesn't bother me."
"Do you answer without thinking?"
"Think what? "Can't I support you on my own?"
"Braggart". Sailom said, wrinkling his nose.
"Seriously... even if I had to start from scratch, I could definitely support you."
Speaking of this, Kanghan thought that in his father's eyes he might still be an
immature child, and his father would feel that he is useless, currently every day he still had
to take pocket money from his father. Kanghan took his wallet out of his pocket and pulled
out the credit card his father had given him. Sailom looked at him suspiciously and
confused, then his black eyes widened and his thin lips formed an O as Kanghan tore the
unlimited credit card in half and threw it into the canal in front of them.
"From now on, I won't spend my father's money, I want to earn my own money to
support myself."
Sailom watched Kanghan become firm as if he was a stranger, although he was a
little impulsive and stubborn, there was no denying that he had just recently begun to sense
Kanghan's maturity, and it was very clear, enough to make him feel proud of him.
"Are you ready to suffer with me?"
"Do I have another choice?"
"If you don't agree..."
"I'll go with you."
"Sure?"
"Very sure, because someone like you can't live without me."
Kanghan couldn't help but laugh at Sailom's confident response. Although their
relationship had progressed, they had not yet formalized their relationship. But Kanghan
felt like they didn't need a title to know how important they were to each other.
After getting rid of his father's credit card, Kanghan drove back to Bangkok. He knew
he would have to face his father's wrath when he returned home. But with Sailom by his
side, he felt like he could handle it.
When they arrived, Mr. Gong was waiting for them with a grim expression.
"Where were you?" He asked abruptly.
"It's none of your business," Kanghan replied defiantly.
"Don't talk to me in that tone!"
"Or what? "Are you going to hit me again?" Kanghan scoffed, recalling violent
episodes from the past.
Mr. Gong turned red but did not reply.
"Listen, I didn't come here to fight," Kanghan finally said. "I just came to pick up
some of my things. "I'm leaving home."
"That! Don't talk nonsense..."
 "It's not nonsense. I will find a job and a place to stay. I will no longer depend on
you."
Mr. Gong was in shock. He never imagined that his son would leave the comfort of
home on his own.
"And don't worry, I'll finish high school," Kanghan added. "I will show him that I can
do it without his help."
With that, Kanghan quickly went up to his room, packed a suitcase and left, with
Sailom following close behind. Mr. Gong was too stunned to stop them.
Once outside, Sailom asked, "Where do we go now?"
"I don't know... maybe we can rent a cheap room somewhere," Kanghan said
uncertainly.
Sailom nodded. "We will find a way. We are in this together."
Kanghan smiled, feeling better. He knew that as long as he had Sailom on his side,
they could overcome any difficulties that came.
The next day, Kanghan got a part-time job at a cafe after school. The salary wasn't
much, but it was a start. In the meantime, they managed to rent a small room to sleep in.
At first life was hard, working and going to school at the same time. Kanghan was
often tired and stressed. But seeing Sailom's faith in him motivated him to persevere.
Over time, Kanghan was promoted at work and was able to rent a slightly better
apartment. He managed to maintain his grades and even excel in football. Sailom was
bursting with pride.
One evening, after a long day, they sat together on the tiny balcony of their
apartment.
"We're getting there, aren't we?" Kanghan said with a tired smile. "We are creating
our own future."
"You're getting there," Sailom replied. "I'm just here to support you."
"That's not true. "I wouldn't have gotten this far without you." Kanghan took
Sailom's hand and squeezed it lovingly.
Sailom smiled shyly.
"I love you," Kanghan whispered, looking into his eyes. It was the first time I said it
out loud.
 Sailom's heart skipped a beat with joy.
"I love you too," he replied softly.
Kanghan walked over and kissed him sweetly under the moonlight. At that moment,
everything was perfect.
 CAPITULO 18

Since deciding to rely on himself, Sailom introduced the person-to-person night

market to Kanghan. As Sailom had worked here before, he had seen how money was made
here, so he was very happy to see the lively atmosphere around him.

"What do you plan to do here?" The driver followed the instructions and drove for a
long distance before asking skeptically.

"Make money."

"Here?" Kanghan looked around, but he still didn't understand how Sailom intended
to make money this way.

"Yes, we're going to sing here."

As soon as he finished speaking, Sailom looked around for a moment, then found the
target location and took Kanghan's hand to head there. Based on his experience working
here, Sailom flexibly arranged with the market manager to rent a small performance venue,
leaving Kanghan there while he headed to a second-hand goods stall to choose a guitar from
among many wares. He negotiated with the vendor for a while, several meters away from
Kanghan, who could not clearly hear their conversation.

"How did you get that guitar?" Kanghan was surprised to see Sailom returning with a
guitar in his hand.

"Borrowed."

"Did they just lend it to you?"

"Yes, I told him that we wanted to earn some extra money to cover our study
expenses. So he lent it to me."

"He is very kind."

"Because he thinks I'm a good boy."

 Kanghan admitted that looking at Sailom's appearance, anyone would think he was
an obedient child, and in reality, Sailom was a very obedient child in every aspect, even
better than others could imagine.

From the first note that resonated from Kanghan's fingertips, it attracted the
attention of passersby shopping around, forcing them to constantly turn their heads to look.
When Sailom sang the first line, two children sitting on plastic chairs sponsored by the
market owner attracted countless gazes. Applause rang out around him, and the initial
confusion and embarrassment gradually disappeared. The two were so engrossed in the
music that they almost forgot they were there to make money. Feeling the familiarity of
playing guitar and singing together, Kanghan and Sailom created a melody that conveyed
emotions to those who listened. At first, someone near the stand threw a few coins into the
cardboard box, then they began to put in larger denomination bills.

The initial solo performance began to attract more and more fans singing along,
making the atmosphere in the market much more lively and the surrounding shops also
began to see more sales.

When Kanghan's fingers played the last notes on the guitar, it was almost ten o'clock
at night and the crowd was about to disperse. Sailom looked around and felt it was time to
head back; he had almost exhausted his voice from singing so much. So they returned
everything they had borrowed, and did not forget to thank the kind and generous people
they had never met. Then they sat on chairs in a quiet corner and began counting the money
they had won.

"4723 baht and... 25 cents."

Sailom put the last coin on the pile of money, laughing out loud, looking up at the
people who were still staring at the sum of money. He felt that the other side was
dissatisfied and his previous smile began to slowly fade.

"It's our first day and we've already won so much, it's really a lot."

"But still, I feel like it's not enough. Thousands of baht won't last long."
 "If we save a little, we'll still have a good amount of extra money." Sailom said, but
Kanghan stood up and motioned for him to pack the money.

"Try my approach, I'm sure we'll win a lot more."

"What approach?"

"I will take you to broaden your horizons."

Sailom couldn't guess what Kanghan's approach was. But when the BIGBIKE
motorcycle took them to a place even more lively than the previous night market
atmosphere, barely an hour had passed and they were already entering a new day. He could
only look at the one who had proposed the idea and ask for confirmation.

"A bar?" Sailom got off the bike and looked at the entertainment venue in front of
him, frowning slightly.

"Yes, this is where we will make money."

"But we're not old enough."

"They won't check our IDs. And this is not the kind of bar that young people like to
come to."

"How do you know? Have you been here before?

"Before I met you, I used to be very naughty... did I forget to mention that?"

Kanghan grabbed Sailom's trembling hand and followed closely behind him. The
cigarette smoke mixed with a spicy aroma that filled the air in the bar, his watchful eyes
moving around the place as he assessed his general surroundings.

Kanghan's interest was not in alcoholic drinks, catchy music or boys and girls sitting
around waiting to be pampered. Instead, he led Sailom to an area with many pool tables
inside the bar, and like many others there, he simply watched as a common spectator.

"What do you plan to do?" Seeing Kanghan standing in place, Sailom asked in a low
voice.

"Didn't we come here to make money?"

"Wait a moment, I assure you that I will bring money."

Kanghan acted like a mere spectator, but no one knew that he was intently
observing people's billiard techniques, including one individual who caught his attention.
He saw a pile of money placed on a small table nearby. Without any guesswork, I knew that
was the bet for this game. He sized up the people behind the player and saw that the rich
man in the area was definitely involved in this. He was waiting for the right moment, and
when he saw that his opponent was undecided on how to play, Kanghan seized the
opportunity and approached him, whispering a few low words.

"If you aim from that angle and hit the white ball towards the black ball, it will
bounce off and hit the pink ball into the hole, giving you the opportunity to control the
situation and finish the round as the winner."

The man who was in his thirties looked at the person who had just spoken, assuming
that he was just a young boy. But when he turned to examine the situation on the pool table,
he realized that the method proposed by Kanghan seemed to have a high probability of
success. He stared at the large pile of money from the previous bet and decided to follow
the method that had been mentioned. In this way, his intention also led him to change
course and win.

"Good advice." As soon as the bet money reached his hands, the man whom Kanghan
referred to in his mind as the rich man praised his suggestion.

"Yeah... if you're not in a hurry, would you like to play a game of snooker with me?"

"But I warn you in advance, I will not play if there is no money at stake." The rich
man smiled defiantly as he looked at the young man with a provocative gaze.

"Then I'll try my best." Kanghan said as he looked at Sailom and signaled for him to
take out the money.
 "However, if I win, I want back the entire amount I bet, including... the amount you
just won."

The challenged man couldn't stop laughing, silently admiring the young man's
bravery and strategy. But seeing that Kanghan was still a young and somewhat
inexperienced boy, the man accepted the challenge without hesitation.

The opponent had no respect in his heart for Kanghan, but he didn't know that what
Kanghan had mentioned at the beginning was not just a coincidence; he had been in contact
with billiards since he was young, as it was a game that the adults in his house often played
when they got together.

"Before, when I went to friends' gatherings with my parents, I used to get a lot of
opportunities to play, and I also learned a lot of skills from experts, you could call them
specialists in the game. Plus, we had a pool room at home for entertainment, and I'm not
even mentioning that the guy I'm playing with now used to consider me a noob."

Seeing Kanghan standing by the pool table holding the cue and bending down,
Sailom widened his eyes in surprise. I couldn't deny that the concentration of

Kanghan made what he was doing look very attractive, like when he was playing soccer on
the field, although at that time the distance was not as close as it is now.

Starting the game with a shot at the cue ball, sending it forcefully towards the group
of red balls, causing them to scatter in all directions. After a while, Kanghan took control of
the game into his hands. Sailom was stunned by Kanghan's skills, which he had never seen
before. At this point, the game was swinging back and forth, with no way of knowing who
would win. Many of those present stopped their own games to watch as Kanghan turned the
situation around with his exceptional skills. When Kanghan finally hit the final black ball
into the hole, a chorus of cheers rang out in unison.

"I won."

Kanghan emphasized, looking at the pile of bet money on the other side. But just as
he was about to go and collect the money, a powerful force from behind grabbed him by the
neck and stopped him. He received continuous blows to his face that left him almost
staggering before falling to the ground.

On the other hand, Sailom was stopped by the rich man's henchmen, preventing him
from helping Kanghan. However, for Sailom, who faced a beating from the debtor group's
thugs practically every month, this was nothing new. Sailom did not hesitate to
counterattack, he charged at his opponents and taking advantage of their imbalance, he
grabbed Kanghan's wrist and quickly took the pile of money, stuffing it into his pocket in an
instant. The two then ran towards the BIGBIKE motorcycle parked in front of the bar and
sped off before the enemies could catch up to them.

"Boss, it seems like they're not following us very closely." As Kanghan increased his
speed, Sailom had to shout.

Kanghan did not reply, but slowed down when he saw that they had gotten far
enough away from their pursuers.

Kanghan smiled softly, but it wasn't long before he left that feeling behind and
focused on the backpack on Sailom's back.

"Come here and sit next to me." His hand fell hard on the mattress, causing the
listener to open his eyes in surprise.

"What are you planning?"

"I'm not planning anything." Kanghan looked at the doubtful expression on Sailom's
face and couldn't help but laugh.

"I just want to see how much money we've made."

After hearing that, Sailom pursed his lips at his own disorganized thinking. He
walked over and sat next to Kanghan, placing his backpack on the floor. Kanghan looked at
him as if seeking his approval, and Sailom immediately nodded in response. His strong hand
dipped into the backpack and pulled out a wad of money, placing it on the mattress. Seeing
such a large amount of money, Kanghan's eyes lit up. Although he had been born and raised
in a wealthy family, this was the first time he had earned money through his own skills,
even if they weren't exactly the cleanest. However, Kanghan couldn't help but feel satisfied.

"Big money." Sailom looked at the huge pile of bills. Even though they had to pay a
portion of the room rent, there was still a lot left. As he hurriedly stuffed the money into his
pocket, he barely had time to look at it, and he didn't even know how much there actually
was.

"Do you want to tell?"

The two began to count out this sum of cash, all high-denomination grey bills. They
realized that this amount was several times larger than what they had earned by singing at
the night market. Two seventeen-year-old teenagers had never had so much money in their
hands before and they looked at each other. They then burst into laughter, and Kanghan
threw the money into the air as if he were on the successful finale of a millionaire show.

This seemed crazy at first glance... but at least this time, they were doing what they
wanted.

That's all...

"When you made money on your own, was it as difficult as this?" Although this
amount of money was not that difficult to earn, when he risked his life to earn money,
Kanghan was able to see what it meant to leave his comfort zone, and that in this vast
world, there is never a free lunch.

"It's hard, but when you see the money, you won't feel tired anymore."

Kanghan nodded, agreeing because now he could really understand what Sailom was
saying. They both lay down on the bed and stared at the ceiling for a while, reflecting on
what had happened that day. Sailom then suggested Kanghan to take a shower first before
he treated her wounds.

Half an hour later, they changed into their hotel pajamas. Since they had no clothes
to change into, the outfits they had worn all day were dirty, and after washing them, they
hung them on the balcony to dry.

After the shower, Sailom took out a bag he had bought at a pharmacy and sat next to
Kanghan on the large bed. When he saw the bruises on the other's body, he frowned
slightly, but luckily he only had a small wound on his lip. Sailom reluctantly applied the
ointment to Kanghan's face. However, the other's breath crashing against his palm made
him feel uncomfortable.

"Does it hurt a lot?"

Sailom lightly touched the bruise on Kanghan's face with his fingertip again, trying
to find a topic to talk about as he didn't want the mood to become awkward while the other
was staring at him.

"It doesn't hurt much. "When you hit me, it hurt more than this."

"It was because you started with me."

"At that time...were you angry?"

"I was angry... enough to not want to see you again."

"You talk like that and I'll feel sad."

"Really, your temperament is different from anyone else's."

"But now everything is okay... because you are here."

The heartfelt confession along with tear-filled eyes forced Sailom to look away at
Kanghan's tempting lips. However, instead, he began to wander in his thoughts, prompting
him to step back slightly to maintain a safe distance.

"Are you sitting so far away that I can't continue applying the ointment?"

Kanghan saw that Sailom was trying to move away and keep a distance, so Kanghan
protested. Before Sailom could respond, Kanghan's strong arm wrapped around his waist
and pulled him towards him, until Sailom was practically sitting on his lap.
 "Is this close okay?"

"So I can continue applying the ointment."

"But... "

"Hurry, it's too late."

After several reminders, Sailom could only helplessly maintain that position. The
ever-increasing intimacy and closeness made her heart beat uncontrollably. Kanghan's half-
closed eyes stared at him without blinking, making Sailom feel helpless in his arms. The
strong arm around him kept him close, as if he wanted to hug him even closer. Sailom could
feel the heat coming off Kanghan's chest under his clothes.

"Sailom..."

Sailom tried to argue that they were too close. But the hand with prominent
knuckles touched her neck again, and in an instant, Kanghan gently pressed against her
neck. Sailom's body involuntarily loosened under that pressure, and then the other tilted
his head up, his lips finding Sailom's, granting him a soft kiss.

But this time it was different from the previous kisses. Kanghan began to lightly suck
on Sailom's lips, as if he was enjoying a sweet candy. The lips fused together again, making
Sailom feel like his mouth was starting to swell. She opened her mouth to protest, and
Kanghan took the opportunity to slide his warm tongue inside, accompanied by moans of
satisfaction that echoed deep in her throat as he explored every corner of her mouth. At this
moment, the hug around him tightened even more, as if Kanghan wanted Sailom to feel his
aroused body beneath his clothes. The firm hand began to caress her ass in a gentle manner,
and then all the restraints on her body were released, removing any obstacles for his
burning hand, driven by desire, to explore Sailom's soft skin.

"You're very sweet... you know that?"

Kanghan loosened his lips, but still kept them pressed against Sailom's thin lips. He
gently kissed and licked the edges of Sailom's lips over and over again, causing the latter's
lips to swell under his training. After showing his dominance and boldness, Kanghan
seemed to be using his tongue to comfort him.

"No... I don't know." Sailom responded haltingly.

"Has no one told you?"

"Who would do it?"

"That's okay too... then, let me be the one to tell you."

"You're testing me, aren't you?"

"No."

"Because... you only have someone like me."

Kanghan skillfully used his tongue to slowly taste every inch of Sailom's skin, as if he
knew he still had plenty of time to fully enjoy her company. Sailom's lips parted slightly,
receiving and responding to every touch Kanghan gave her. Kanghan then started kissing
Sailom's cheek, which was already plumper since she started living and eating at his house
every day. Again and again, he kissed her jaw, and then Sailom bent his head to brush his
lips against Kanghan's, receiving her passionate kisses without saying a word. As he kissed
her neck, Sailom's slender hands firmly gripped her shoulders. Kanghan initially had no
intention of leaving a mark of possession, but the moans in his ear broke his patience, and
finally, uncontrollably, he left a small bite on Sailom's body. However, the other party did
not want to be left behind, and returned a similar bite on Kanghan's neck.

Inside the air-conditioned room, the atmosphere began to heat up. Then, as he
continued kissing, Kanghan pushed Sailom onto the bed, exploring every inch of her skin
with his hands, even her soft breast and the two pink buds did not escape the touches of his
tongue.

"Umm...a..a..."

"Does it turn you on?"

"Yes...m.."
 "Tao will make you feel even more excited."

"Don't bite anymore..."

It was too late for Sailom to intervene. Kanghan stopped playing and began to gently
caress Sailom's chest, who lay underneath, could only moan softly and writhe as he endured
the pleasure until Kanghan's longing for him was completely satisfied. A moment later,
Kanghan's "fortress" was released and both bodies were now eager to be freed.

Sailom raised his head to see Kanghan's seductive gaze approaching his face, the
smile on the corner of his lips making him blush. Sailom held back from biting her lip, but
Kanghan's firm finger soon pressed gently on it, parting her lips and sliding his playful
tongue between them, making her mouth unable to close. Then he leaned down and gave
her a deep kiss.

"Do you want to continue with me?" Kanghan's mouth was close to Sailom's burning
ear, and his voice sounded timidly. Kanghan was very pleased with Sailom's reactions, so he
continued to rub the tip of his nose on Sailom's sweat-soaked sensitive spot.

"You dare to reject me halfway?" Sailom frowned tightly, and heard Kanghan's
laughter.

"You're not allowed to leave me halfway either."

Although the two had not yet officially established a romantic relationship, at this
moment emotions were at their peak and flowing like erupting lava, causing both of them to
overlook the complexities of their relationship.

Kanghan flipped Sailom over so that she was face down on the bed, and brought his
erect member towards his partner's tight area. A simple light touch caused uncontrollable
moans. What happened next was their first time together.

"And it was the first time they gave themselves to each other.

Kanghan's burning hands slowly caressed the edges of Sailom's buttocks, applying
pressure to make his partner relax. The smooth back, slender waist, and beautiful buttocks
were all exposed before his eyes, making Kanghan's throat dry. Despite wanting to go deep
into Sailom's body, Kanghan knew that doing so hastily could affect both of their emotional
states, so he chose to advance slowly, even though that place seemed to want to tear him
into pieces.

"Hurts..." Sailom turned to look at him with tears in her eyes.

"Sorry... I'll slow down." Kanghan leaned down to gently caress Sailom's soft back,
kissing her shoulder to ease the pain. Then, several times, he used his teeth to leave marks
on Sailom's body, making him feel numb.

Sailom was also somewhat tense, his fingers clenching the sheets, his knees and
arms limp. When Kanghan was fully inside him, it seemed to grow larger in an instant,
making him feel even tighter.

"Ah...a..."

"I'll move... yes."

"Slow down."

Sailom knew that if he was tense, his partner would feel pain too, and Kanghan
seemed to know how to make it more comfortable for him.

The moment Sailom turned around, Kanghan brushed her soft lips and slid his warm
tongue to intertwine with Sailom's sweet tongue, making him forget the pain.

Meanwhile, down below, he slowly retreated and advanced, Sailom's narrow place began to
get used to Kanghan's size, everything was happening slowly... but deeply.

"Umm...a...a..." Moans echoed from Sailom's throat, and the tone of pain changed to
excitement, Kanghan controlled the pace and sped up as Sailom began to get used to it.

While both maintained their position, Kanghan did not forget to use his other hand
to caress Sailom's buttocks and crotch, places where the slightest touch could wake up the
recipient. His hand moved up and down in rhythm with Kanghan's hips, brushing against
Sailom's body, creating an exciting sensation but not as intense as Sailom imagined.
Kanghan tried his best to be gentle with his partner, and he wanted to prolong this moment
of happiness a little longer.

"Does it still hurt?" Kanghan whispered close to his companion, not knowing if it was
shyness or being playful, but Sailom's ear turned red.

"If I told you it hurts... would you stop?"

"Umm... I'm not sure."

"It doesn't hurt." Sailom's response brought a loving look from Kanghan, so he
continued to kiss her sweaty forehead.

"Why are you so adorable?" Kanghan moved to bite her ear, every moment, this
person made his heart beat, but at this moment, Sailom had plunged into a state of ecstasy
and passion.

"Umm... now... do you understand?" Sailom glared at him, prompting Kanghan to

increase the intensity.

"Can you be gentler?"

"I think you'll like it."

"I didn't say that."

"But you're moaning..."

Sailom did not dare to deny it, nor to admit it directly. In fact, he liked every touch
Kanghan gave him, it was exciting and hot, but also mixed with sweetness, which made him
doubt whether it was a dream or not. A whispering voice in his ear kept asking him how he
felt.

Although he had never had such an intimate relationship with anyone before, Sailom
wanted to say that what had happened was not only a sexual relationship, but also a
connection that boosted the relationship between the two and deliberately synchronized
their rhythm.

"I'm going to arrive."

After grabbing his belt and thrusting hard for a while, Kanghan whispered in his ear.
Hearing this, Sailom felt Kanghan pull out and then turn him around, bringing their private
parts together and using them up and down forcefully. In an instant, the opaque white
seminal fluid shot out and landed in both of their abdomens.

They were both breathing heavily, their gazes revealing intense emotions. Kanghan
leaned down again to kiss Sailom deeply, then whispered in her ear, expressing all the
emotions he felt at that moment, a word more important than love...

"In this life... I can't live without you, really."

 CAPITULO 19

The morning sun rays filtered through the large window and illuminated the room,
the air conditioner continued to emit cold air but could not wake up the person who was
still deep in sleep. But for someone who sleeps very little like him, he had already been
awake for an hour. However, since she had spent the entire night in his arms, Sailom did not
dare to move even a little. Until the sunlight reached the bed and the light reached his eyes,
the other began to wake up. He then closed his eyes tightly, not wanting Kanghan to know
that he had been staring at him enthralled for a long time.

But hearing no sound and sensing no movement from Kanghan, after a minute of
silence Sailom opened his eyes again, and saw that the other was staring at him.

The silence lasted for several minutes, but the awkward posture after what
happened last night reminded them both that last night was surely a beautiful memory in
both of their hearts.

"Hey..." Usually between the two, Sailom was always the one to take the initiative to
resolve the tension and awkwardness between them. But this time Kanghan wanted to say
something first.

"Are you awake yet?" To answer this question he didn't need to think much, but
Sailom didn't know what to say at this moment.

"Does it still hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt." After a night of passion together, Sailom had washed his private
parts well, then soaked in hot water for a while to relax his body, he also didn't feel pain as
he expected.

"And the neck?" His rough fingers caressed the red marks he had left on the other's
neck with his skill.

"It has red marks like mosquito bites."

"Yours too." Sailom said and then gently poked at the mark he had left last night.
 "I don't know if the collar of the shirt will cover it." Sailom continued.

"Why cover it up?"

"Well..."

"I have to leave it so that everyone knows that I already have an owner."

Although he had initiated the conversation, there was still an awkward atmosphere.
Kanghan wanted to find something else to continue bothering him, because he wanted to
prolong that wonderful moment. But at that moment, the phone on the bedside table rang.

"Aren't you answering?"

Sailom looked at the phone that wouldn't stop ringing. Until Kanghan loosened his
arms around the other, picked up the phone and saw the name of the caller on the screen,
he was silent for a long time, until Sailom became suspicious.

"Is there a problem?"

"Guy is calling." Kanghan just told him that, and then decided to answer the call, at
the same time turning on the speaker so Sailom could also hear.

"Where are you, Kanghan? "Did you forget that we have practice at Chonburi
Stadium today?" Guy was preparing to get on the bus from school to the stadium, he
hurriedly asked, because the whole team wanted to go out together, but Kanghan hadn't
arrived at school yet.

"Don't wait for me."

"Are you going alone?"

"I will retire."

"What did you say?"

After Guy overcame his prejudice against Kanghan, he could see that he had a lot of
talent for soccer. But just when he was about to improve even more, he said that he was
going to retire for no apparent reason, that was something that had never occurred to him,
surely Kanghan must have faced some problem.

"Look, if you change your mind see you at the stadium in two hours. I'll tell the
coach that you'll go on your own."

Guy hung up without waiting for a response from Kanghan. Sailom could only look at
him in sympathy at his serious expression, gently taking the strong arm to comfort him,
drawing Kanghan's attention back to the other's face.

"Anyway, we're already in Chonburi, you can go to the stadium too."

"You also know that I didn't make the team on my own merit."

"So you have to prove to everyone, even your father, that you can do it."

"Sometimes I'm not even sure I can do it."

Sailom was not surprised that someone as confident as Kanghan would say that.
Because many people, including his own father, kept emphasizing and telling him that he
was useless garbage, that he couldn't do anything right, and that if he tried he would surely
fail. So no matter how strong his will was to live, he would eventually lose his motivation
and quickly accept his defeat.

"Football is not your current hobby, if you decide to quit today, you might never play
it again, won't you regret it?"

Kanghan also didn't know how long he would continue to love football, but as Sailom
said, if he really quit now, he would surely regret in the future for the decision he made
today.

However, although he intended to follow this path and move forward, two hours
later when he arrived at the stadium as instructed by Guy, Kanghan found his father waiting
for him at the stadium entrance. Seeing his father approaching with a dissatisfied
expression, the determination in Kanghan's heart instantly collapsed.
 "Dad..."

"Have you played enough yet? If you've played enough, let's go home." The deep,
authoritative voice made the son's words catch in his throat. Mr. Gong spoke indifferently,
which not only discouraged Kanghan but even Sailom, who was beside him, felt
uncomfortable.

Because Mr. Gong once again didn't care where his son had been all night.

"Why don't you ask your son what happened to him after he left home?"

"He's not still alive?" Mr. Gong saw the bruise on his son's face, but he just assumed
it was the result of Kanghan's recklessness. And after leaving home and associating with
people from outside, there was nothing strange about it.

"It doesn't matter if I'm good or bad, you don't plan on caring about me either, do
you?"

"If I didn't care, would I have come to pick you up and take you home?" Mr. Gong
heard from the coach that the school soccer team would be practicing at Chonburi Stadium
today, so he thought he might find Kanghan here, so he had been waiting since an hour ago.

"You didn't come here out of concern, but out of fear that I would cause more
trouble."

"Even you don't know what you did wrong, do you? Your behavior has also caused
problems for Sailom."

"Why don't you ask him if he thinks so?"

"I don't need to ask, I know that by leaving home like this, Sailom clearly cannot
fulfill the terms agreed upon with your grandmother."

"What conditions?" Kanghan looked at Sailom standing behind him, he didn't have
time to explain before Mr. Gong resolved all his doubts.

"Your grandmother agreed with Sailom that if you pass the exam to enter one of the
best universities, she would help Sailom pay off all of his debts."

"What does this mean?" Kanghan looked at Sailom suspiciously.

"In other words, your grandmother won't be paying Sailom for private lessons for
the time being. Do you understand how much trouble you've caused by what you did?

"It's true...?" Kanghan asked in a low, puzzled voice.

"Listen to me explain."

"So... I was wrong earlier by misunderstanding it myself?"

"It's not what you think."

"You've always been very good to me... all for money?"

Kanghan smiled bitterly, as if pitying himself. Sailom reached out to touch his arm,
but Kanghan immediately pushed her hand away. He shook his head laughing and quickly
headed towards the car, ignoring the calls behind him.

But when he got into the car and was about to speed off, Sailom quickly jumped in
and hugged him tightly. But now he was so angry that he didn't want to talk, nor did he
open his mouth to tell her to get off. As the car started, it roared and Kanghan stepped on
the accelerator to increase speed, driving off aimlessly. Kanghan continued driving in a
gloomy mood, and the higher the number on the dashboard, the faster he went. To avoid
other vehicles on the road, he zigzagged left and right. Sailom could only hold on to her
waist, and every time she turned sharply to avoid other cars, she felt the fear in the delicate
hands clinging to her waist.

"Can you drive slower? "It's very dangerous."

Sailom shouted in hopes that Kanghan would listen to him for once, but he did
exactly the opposite, because the more he wanted him to drive slowly, the harder he
pressed the accelerator.

"I'm afraid".
 "KANGHAN!"

Sailom screamed as his car was about to crash into the back of the truck in front of
them. Her scream this time caused Kanghan to swerve onto the shoulder and stop the car
just before some trees on the side of the road.

Kanghan got out of the car and sat on the ground, the tears he had been holding back
since the fight with his father began to slowly fall. Sailom knew very well the pain Kanghan
was in, so she walked over and hugged him tightly.

"Yes, I need the money, but I have never valued you more than me."

"You always say that. But in the end, you always made a deal behind my back with
your grandmother."

"Because I knew you could do it, even better than ever before."

"So why didn't you tell me from the beginning?" Kanghan raised his head to look at
Sailom, casually wiping away his tears, until he saw another pair of tear-filled eyes like his
own.

Surprisingly, Sailom's completely distraught appearance hurt him just as much as

the regret he himself felt...

"If I had known, I would have stopped playing football and stayed home to
concentrate on my studies."

Sailom shook his head and wiped away the tears that threatened to fall.

"Don't you know? If I let you do whatever you wanted, I wouldn't get a penny, how
would I pay the debts?

"I know..."

"You knew but you still did it, and you hid it from me too."

"I didn't mean to hide it from you. But your grandmother didn't want this to be a
pressure on you, I thought the same." In order not to affect either party, Sailom had done
everything possible to explain.

"But it was very difficult."

"For me... your happiness is more important."

Kanghan leaned his head on Sailom's shoulder. Since her mother's death, only her
grandmother Ging had been by her side. But now he had Sailom, who would always be with
him, even on the days when he was still a useless man, on the days when he had to face
dangers, even when he decided to turn his back on his family.

"Thank you... really thank you."

The wetness on his shoulder made Sailom hug Kanghan tighter. Although I couldn't
take away this pain, I hoped to help him release the spreading grief, even if only a little.

The maturity of both had been difficult. Although Kanghan had a family that lacked
nothing, as many say, the bitterness of growing up... Sailom only hoped that this bitterness
would not return, so that he would have the strength to wait until he tasted the sweetness
of genuine life.

Hello everyone <3 I'm very excited because we have only 4 days left for the premiere
of the series!! I would also like to inform you that on Wednesday there will be a PRESS
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CAPITULO 20

The long sofa in the front yard of the house felt colder than ever today, because Kanghan
and Sailom no longer sat there to study every weekend like before. The wrought iron table
with delicate floral engravings now held only a cup of cold coffee, and its owner had no
intention of touching it, even though he had been there for several dozen minutes. Mr. Gong
looked at the wide, empty courtyard, but this middle-aged man felt lonely. His only son had
resolutely packed his clothes and moved into Sailom's house a week ago.

"Do you miss your son?" said a familiar voice, it was Grandma Ging being helped out by
Saifah. Saifah had become Grandma Ging's full-time caregiver, even though she was able to
walk normally after knee surgery.

"I'm afraid he'll cause more trouble, he doesn't have his own house and he's staying at
someone else's, bothering Sailom too." In the last sentence, Mr. Gong looked at Saifah, as if
apologizing for his son's stubbornness, and also to express his gratitude.

"Sailom is fine, sir, this is even better, my brother can have a friend by his side when I'm
working."

"Still, it wasn't right for Kanghan to do that."

"What's wrong with it?" Grandma Ging asked and sat on the empty chair, then motioned for
Saifah to sit on another chair as well.

"The child always avoids problems." Mr. Gong replied to his mother.

"You say your son avoids problems, but didn't you also use money to solve the problem?"

At this point, Mr. Gong could not refute. One day after the fight with Kanghan in Chonburi,
that night when his son returned home, he sat coldly in the living room with a stern
expression, because he was still very angry with Kanghan's childish behavior. Then he
packed his things and went to Sailom's house. But when he was alone, he carefully recalled
Kanghan's different responses that day. The father suddenly realized that he was also
acting like a child. Trying to help your child have the opportunity to do what he liked or
have the good life he longed for. But he behaved differently, so how was he different from a
child who doesn't know how to grow up?

"Adults can make mistakes too. But adults must learn from this and never step on the same
stone twice."

Her mother's words were like a bucket of cold water on her heart. No matter how mature
Mr. Gong had become and became a father, in his mother's eyes, he would always be the son
who needed support.

"If you say Kanghan is wrong, in this case, you are also wrong."

"Because I didn't trust my own son." Mr. Gong said.

"Sometimes what a child needs is not necessarily success in life, but a pair of warm hands to
lift him up when he stumbles, to hug him when he is tired, and to hold his hand when he
needs it, with understanding."

"..."

"Try asking yourself, in the past............................... "Have you ever reached out your hand to
him?"

Saifah saw the mother and son sitting in silence looking at each other, as if reflecting deeply
on what had been said. Although he spent many years living without parents, with few
opportunities to feel the warmth of a family. And his brother Sailom, was one of his main
motivations to fight against this difficult life, he would do anything for his little brother, so
that he could feel the love and attention of a family. Without anyone saying it directly, at
that moment he decided to take out his phone and play a video saved in front of Mr. Gong.
The middle-aged man looked a little confused, then the sounds of the video caught
everyone's attention.

In the video, Mr. Gong's only son was seen persistently playing football on a field, and
seeing this image brought tears to his eyes. Because she couldn't express her emotions
naturally, she had missed out on many good times she should have spent with her son. And
he had made a grave mistake, acting as if he didn't trust him at all, when his trust was what
Kanghan craved the most.

"Sailom sent me this video earlier. There are actually several more, but I chose the most
recent one to show you. Because I hope he knows that Kanghan is really improving himself.
Every night he practices in a public park near the house."

Saifah didn't know if Kanghan had a natural talent for football, but she knew that Sailom
had sent him the videos in the hope that he would show them to Grandma Ging and Mr.
Gong so that they wouldn't worry about the boy who had left home. This also made Saifah
realize that one does not necessarily have to have exceptional talents, one just needs to not
give up easily and focus on work, so that one day dreams that seemed unattainable can be
fulfilled.

"Sailom also told me that Kanghan asked the coach for another chance to try out."

"And what did the coach say?" Mr. Gong asked anxiously, obviously very worried about his
son.

"I think there will be another selection tomorrow."

"Tomorrow?" Mr. Gong lowered his head in worry as he looked at the photo of Kanghan on
his phone.

"Yeah". When Mr. Gong handed the phone back to him, Saifah answered.

"Could you send me all those videos?"

Although Mr. Gong's gaze still reflected concern that Kanghan would have to face
reselection. But the other two could clearly see that beneath that concern was a proud
smile, and Saifah nodded, happily accepting that request.

Seeing that the dispute between father and son would soon end, Grandma Ging also smiled.
Through the efforts of the Saifah and Sailom brothers, at least for now, the grand plan that
was brewing would begin to take effect.

After Kanghan asked the coach for another chance to try out, the coach told him that the
first time, at his instructions, everyone had given in so that he could pass the selection, but
this time everyone would compete seriously, and this was precisely what Kanghan needed.
But to be honest, he couldn't help but feel anxious either.
"You've trained so much, you have to trust yourself." Seeing Kanghan's gloomy expression
on the football field, Sailom gently tapped him on the shoulder.

"I don't know if it's because I've been off the pitch for so long, but I'm very tense." Kanghan
not only moved his mouth, but grabbed that delicate hand and pulled it towards his chest.

"Why are you holding my hand?" Sailom tried to pull his hand away, but Kanghan held on
tighter.

"I'm afraid you don't know I'm tense."

"Seriously speaking. . "Is it because of nerves from the match or do you just want to take
advantage of me?"

"The second thing."

Sailom extended his other hand and gently tapped Kanghan's arm until he released it.

"Are you trying to overstep your boundaries?"

"I'm not overstepping the mark, it was just that one time."

"I didn't mean that."

"Oh... so we're thinking the same thing."

"You are a pervert."

"If you know I'm bothering you, you shouldn't respond to me."

"If it weren't for the fact that you're competing soon, I would definitely hit you." Sailom said
through gritted teeth, raising a fist as if to let him know. But someone like Kanghan could
not continue to docilely. The firm hand grabbed the other's soft one, then slowly
intertwined their fingers.

"Do you think I can do it?"

The sudden question made Sailom realize that the other was actually very anxious, which
was why he had to tease him to lessen his own anxiety and nerves.

"Sure you can."

"But I don't have much confidence."

"Just do your best, what you've trained for is enough."

Sailom had witnessed firsthand how hard Kanghan had tried to compete, so his words were
not an exaggeration. Just looking at the way Kanghan trained, entering the school soccer
team shouldn't be that difficult.

"I'm not going anywhere.... I will wait here to wish you success."

The whistle that called for the match forced Kanghan to leave Sailom to prepare to go out
onto the field. In order to re-evaluate Kanghan, the coach also divided the team into two in
this selection match, in addition to being able to see their defense during the game as well
as their attacking forms. Although this competition was not a grand prize, it was a bet that
had put a lot of pressure on Kanghan's life.

The match had been extremely close from the start, almost everyone seemed to have
forgotten that this was just a selection. The players had done their best not to give in to
anyone, and until the middle of the match, Kanghan did not even have a chance to control
the ball. And right at the final moment he had the ball for the first time, had the opportunity
to attack the opposing team's goal, but was blocked by the other team's players, and missed
the shot.

The one who had trained hard for so long began to become discouraged, Kanghan felt that
compared to the others on the same playing field, he still had many weak points. He was
like a child learning to walk, he posed no threat to anyone. His worried eyes looked around,
just as both sides were even, he stepped back to defend, and saw a familiar figure standing
next to Sailom outside the field.

"Dad..." Kanghan whispered to himself in disbelief.

But just after, a loud scream was heard that echoed throughout the stadium. Obviously, his
parched heart had been comforted.

"Son! Can! "Do your best!"

Kanghan didn't know if he would succeed in this selection, but he had definitely gained his
father's trust.....................That was the only thing I longed for most at this moment.

Buoyed by the encouragement of his beloved father, Kanghan was full of fighting spirit. His
father's voice calling him still echoed in his ears.

It was like a boost for me to be able to control the ball once again. The skills he had
practiced were able to be fully displayed in front of everyone, and finally, before the match
ended.

Kanghan scored a goal!

His teammates ran to hug him, congratulations echoed everywhere. Amidst the cheers and
applause for him, one particularly loud voice stood out.

"Well done, son."

When they saw Kanghan's father approaching, his teammates politely made way for him.
Mr. Gong saw the image of his son in a dirty, sweaty uniform covering his face. Kanghan was
obviously filled with pride as well. Tears filled his eyes as his father walked over to hug him.

It was the hug I had always longed for............the warm arms of his father.

Many people had already gone home, the atmosphere around the football field immediately
calmed down, but in the twilight of that evening, Kanghan and his father were still sitting in
the stands, staring blankly ahead, more than ten minutes without saying a word. The
atmosphere between them was no longer as tense as before, perhaps because Kanghan
knew that his father had begun to open his heart to him.

"I'm sorry, son."

Kanghan didn't expect his father to break the silence with this sentence, he turned to him in
disbelief.
"I was too indifferent to you in the past, wasn't I?"

"Yeah". Kanghan replied in a low voice, looking down at his fingers tightly gripping his
knees, the excitement from before still lingering.

"Before your mother passed away, she wanted me to do something."

"Mother?"

"She wanted me not to be so cruel to you."

"..."

"I raised you too harshly before, because I wanted you to grow up perfect in every way.
Actually, this was like compensating for my own inferiority complex in childhood.
Everything I didn't have or couldn't do, I put all my hopes in you completing it in my place."

"So after Mom passed away, you changed, right?" "Your mother's request wasn't wrong,
what was wrong was that I stubbornly clung to her words, which was why I didn't dare to
hit you. But as time went by, it made me lose hope in you, because I didn't want to break the
promise I made to your mother."

Now Mr. Gong realized that his behavior was like a lethal weapon fired, which had not only
injured the child but had also hurt himself again. Only the suffering Kanghan had to endure
was many times worse than his own.

"But out of concern and desire for you to be happy, I solved all the problems with money,
including buying the BigBike and getting you a place on the football team."

"You don't think I'm useless, do you?"

"I just didn't want to disappoint you."

"When I found out that if I passed the exam, you would buy me the BigBike. Know?
Even though I had never put any effort into my studies before, I would still try hard. What I
wanted was not expensive things, but to show you my effort, so that you could feel proud of
me.

Even when I joined the soccer team, I trained very hard and hoped that my
performance would make you smile with me once again, just like when you taught me how
to play soccer when I was little. Until now I still told myself that those memories might
never come back. But I still wanted to try one more time."

"I didn't know anything about that."

"Because since Mom passed away, we didn't talk much anymore."

"Yeah".

"So, if I had a choice, I wouldn't ask for expensive things anymore, I'd just want... you
to go back to the way you were, okay?"

"Kanghan..."Mr. Gong's eyes filled with tears and he pulled his son in for a hug, his
eyes just as red and swollen as Kanghan's were now.

Kanghan clearly remembered that when he was little, he would resent his father's
strict disciplines, then turn to his mother and grandmother for comfort, but deep down he
knew that his father always had high expectations for him. So when his father became more
and more distant, the generation gap led to a lot of negative behavior, but what he really
wanted most was to bridge those generation gaps by attracting his father's attention and
rekindling hope in himself.

"I'm sorry, son."

"I'm sorry too, Dad."

"It's okay, it's nothing... it'll be okay."

Mr. Gong patted his son on the back, Kanghan was crying inconsolably to the point of
being unable to stand, he had never seen him so vulnerable, or was it because he didn't
even pay attention to his thoughts before? But now she felt that Kanghan was like a little
bird with broken wings that needed protection. Although he was confident that with his
ability and determination, those wings would eventually fly strongly into the sky. From now
on, he was firmly determined to be the father that this chick needed. Even if Kanghan were
to grow up and start his own home one day, he would remain in the same place, as his
mother had instructed, becoming a father who would always have his arms open to help his
son.

"Let's start over, little one."

"Yes sir".

When all the cracks were understood and healed, the lonely atmosphere of the big
house was replaced by lively conversations, everyone at the table eating relaxedly,
becoming a time for family members to interact and chat about everyday trivial things.

"I'm still part of the starting team that will compete against other schools." Kanghan
reported that after the coach announced that he had passed the reselection, he gave him a
match schedule to prepare for the competition.

"Will you be free to go see them, Dad?"

"If it comes to this, I will definitely be free." Mr. Gong smiled, spreading laughter to
the children.

"You promised."

"I will finish the work on time, when that day comes, nothing will be able to stop me
from witnessing that important moment of yours."

"Thanks, Dad."

Seeing father and son laughing together, Sailom couldn't help but laugh too. Because
as Sailom had said, Kanghan's happiness always came first, so now seeing him smile, the joy
Kanghan felt had also reached her.

And Kanghan also felt her joy. So when they went upstairs and returned to their
room that night, their father's hug was given to Sailom.

"What are you doing, you unloving child?"

"Umm..." Kanghan murmured in response deep in his throat, hugging the other's
slender back tightly until he was completely in his arms, then buried his face in the other's
neck where the small mark he had left remained.
 "Weren't you complaining of being tired and just wanted to go home and sleep in
your comfortable bed?" Sailom recalled that Kanghan once complained that practicing
football was very tiring, and when he came back he had to sleep on the old bed at home, not
like the soft mattress at home, this bed was hard as a board.

"But hugging you is more comforting than sleeping."

"Are you planning on holding me like this all night?"

"Sleeping hugging you is better."

"Are you sure you're just going to hug?" Kanghan heard this and his eyes lit up, he
turned Sailom to face him directly, then gently poked her forehead with his finger.

"Hey... you're being perverted too."

"I'm not a pervert, I'm just reminding you that you've been training for football and
you're very tired, you definitely shouldn't think about doing anything even more tiring."

"So this time I'll lay down and enjoy, you move up."

"Sounds". Sailom roared, jumped onto the bed, and pulled the blanket tight around
himself. But the other one also quickly climbed onto the bed.

"Do you really like me?"

"Why do you start to doubt?"

Sailom shifted slightly to stare at the other's face, and found that he had given him a
good opportunity to mount himself. But Sailom's body was still wrapped in a blanket,
making Kanghan look like he was sleeping on a big cocoon.

"I feel like you're not as attached to me as I am to you."

Kanghan's response made Sailom frown, staring at the speaker in disbelief.

"Seriously... are you that obsessed with me?"

"Yeah! "I'm super obsessed with you."

 "That?" Although he had initiated the topic himself, hearing this direct response
made Sailom feel embarrassed.

"You still haven't answered whether you really like me or not."

"Go to sleep." Too embarrassed to control his feelings, Sailom had no choice but to
put Kanghan to sleep.

"Sailommm..."

"If I didn't like you, would I have done that to you?"

Although it wasn't the answer he expected, it was one that made Kanghan unable to
stop smiling after hearing it.

"So, can we tonight?"

"Why do you only think about the activity below?" Sailom brandished his fist, his
hand also came out from under the blanket and hit the other's strong arm hard, until
Kanghan begged for mercy.

"Okay, then I'll just hold you to sleep."

"Go fool someone else, I don't believe you."

"Please~~".

At this moment, hearing this word "pleeease~~" from Kanghan's mouth shocked the
spoiled person, the heart that was calm began to beat violently, as if it wanted to break his
ribcage.

"Seriously, just hug, I'm already sleepy."

The plea was heard again, Sailom had no choice but to pull back the blanket, moving
towards the other who was lying next to him with open arms waiting for him. Although the
air conditioning was on and blowing cold drafts of air, the body heat between the two of
them comforted each other, and within minutes, the blurry drowsiness caused them to
plunge into sleep within minutes.
 After everyone returned to their rooms, all the lights in the house went out. Silence
enveloped every corner until one in the morning when a noise rang out in the silence.

BANG!

Kanghan and Sailom woke up at the same time, in the darkness they both looked at
each other. Although neither of them said a word, instinct drove them to run out of the
room.

"The floor below?" Sailom heard where the sound came from and asked in a low
voice.

"Yeah". Kanghan replied, the fear inside him was screaming. From the sound coming,
he deduced that it was not the explosion of a transformer, nor someone setting off
fireworks at midnight.

But this sound was very similar to....

The switch on the panel next to the stairs turned on all the lights in the house, when
they went down to the ground floor, the house was illuminated. The door to Mr. Gong's
study was open. His heart filled with growing anxiety, his legs began to increase their speed
towards that place. Just after Sailom turned on the light in the office, both of them clearly
saw what had happened inside.

"DAD!"

In the room full of objects, seeing Mr. Gong lying in a pool of blood in front of the
desk made their minds collapse instantly. But that didn't make Sailom's heart pound, until
the final scene he saw finally made him scream.

There was someone sitting not far from the unconscious Mr. Gong, his whole body
trembling, his face pale, holding a deadly black pistol in his hand.

"Saifah!"
 CAPITULO 21

The sound of an ambulance echoed throughout the alley, awakening the

surrounding residents, not to mention the large house filled with confused and chaotic
people. Although a few hours ago they were smiling and having dinner together, in what
could be considered the thread that united the family after years of misunderstandings. But
after a deafening shot, the furious whirlwind put an end to that happiness.
With everyone's help, Mr. Gong was taken to the hospital. And all they could do was
stand there and wait while the police took preliminary statements. Until the coroner
gathered the initial information. Because the police discovered that the weapon in his hand
was a pistol, and only Saifah had it in his possession, he was included in the list of suspects.
Until the police uncover the truth, Saifah will be detained at the police station for
investigation.
Sailom watched helplessly as his brother was handcuffed by two policemen with a
look of horror on his face, he felt very scared, a feeling he had never had before, even when
he was surrounded by loan sharks. But it didn't compare to the fear he felt now.
"I didn't do it. Sailom, you have to believe me." Saifah stared at his only remaining
relative and screamed loudly, as if he wanted to say something more, but finally he could
only repeat the same phrase over and over again.
"It really wasn't me. "I didn't do it."
"So tell the police, what happened?" Sailom approached the police, bowed his head
gently and asked to speak to his brother for a moment, and the police nodded and agreed.
"I didn't do it."
"So who did it?"
Sailom's pleas were in vain, and Saifah remained silent without responding. The
police felt that time was running out, so they took the suspect to the police station in front
of everyone. Through his brother's eyes, he was absolutely convinced that his brother
would never do something so heinous. He may be very cunning, always liking to deceive
others with his words, but Sailom was sure that Saifah was not the kind of person ruthless
enough to hurt others.
Before, blood was rushing through her body, Sailom clenched her teeth on her
delicate lips to contain her fear. Her delicate hands clenched into fists, her fingers digging
into her palms, but this failed to bring Sailom back to composure. Although Kanghan's big
hand gently touched his shoulder, he didn't even notice, he was still thinking confusedly
about what had happened.
I really didn't understand
Because sitting not far from Mr. Gong who was lying unconscious in a pool of blood,
he seemed very scared of something, trembling from head to toe, with the murder weapon
in his hand, although he repeatedly denied it, but he still stubbornly remained silent about
what had happened. It all seemed like a nightmare, like a reminder that the happiness he
had just achieved was false.
Kanghan took Sailom to the hospital to take care of Mr. Gong, Nam also drove to take
Grandma Ging with them. Thinking that the people around her were the ones who needed
attention right now, Sailom began to regain her composure, her small, delicate hand
reaching out to firmly grasp Kanghan's, a handshake that was worth a thousand words.
Kanghan understood Sailom's feelings perfectly, he gave a slight smile and squeezed her
hand tightly.
Many hours passed, Sailom, Kanghan and Grandma Ging sat in front of the operating
room, waiting for the results of Mr. Gong's treatment. At this moment, all Nam could do was
sit downstairs and wait for everyone to come home. But so far, there have been no signs of
progress, making everyone nervous. Kanghan and Sailom, after sitting for so long, had no
choice but to stand up and walk around a bit. They then saw the officer in charge of
monitoring the victim's condition, Mr. Gong, approaching with a serious expression.
"How is my father?" Kanghan recalled that the person before him was an intensive
care unit doctor who was treating his father. After politely greeting, he asked about the
situation.
"Doctors were able to successfully remove the bullet and fortunately no vital organs
were injured."
"So why hasn't my father woken up yet?"
"This is because the patient lost too much blood and his body went into shock before
reaching the hospital, so all we can do now is wait for the patient to wake up on his own."
"That is, my father also has the possibility............... of never waking up again........
TRUE?" Kanghan didn't think of wasting time asking the doctor questions just to comfort
himself. What I needed most right now was the truth so I could plan the next step.
"Yeah". The attending physician nodded and then patiently explained.
"There is a fifty percent chance that the patient will not wake up again and will
remain in what we call a vegetative state."
The cold eyes looked at his father once more before he turned around and bowed
respectfully to the attending physician, then sat helplessly in the chair next to him. All this
harsh truth he had to face was too overwhelming for him. She had never imagined her life
without her father, even when they barely exchanged words due to the fight with him, she
always thought that her father would still exist in her life.
The ring of the cell phone in his pocket rang once again, bringing him back to reality.
Kanghan stared at Grandma's name on the phone screen for a moment, then shifted his gaze
to the person beside him who wanted to get up to give him privacy to take Grandma's call.
But Kanghan still held Sailom's slender wrist tightly and pulled him to sit where he was
before. Kanghan didn't want Grandma to notice how upset he was, so he cleared his throat
before answering.
"Grandmother".
"Kanghan..."The grandmother called his name and then lapsed into silence, a silence
that made his heart even more tense.
"Yeah?"
"The police called to inform our family about the progress of the case."
"What did they say?" After detecting the grandmother's strange tone, she
immediately asked.
"Saifah has confessed to the police that she conspired to steal the watch and attacked
your father."
The brief, clear words kept spinning around in Kanghan's head. He didn't even know
how to move the phone away from his ear, he didn't know when he had hung up the call, he
didn't even know how long he had looked at the person sitting next to him, who was looking
at him with innocent eyes. But in Kanghan's eyes at this moment, that expression no longer
attracted him, he let go of the slender wrist he had been squeezing as if it had been burned,
until the other person was startled in surprise.
"What did grandma say?" Sailom noticed Kanghan's change in attitude immediately,
but he still tried his best to remain calm and ask calmly.
 Kanghan stared at Sailom's face without saying a word. But who knows how many
feelings could not find an outlet in his heart, they flowed chaotically like a torrential river,
all of this had caused him so many wounds. She pressed her lips together, then inhaled
deeply, as if to gather the little strength she had left after listening to her grandmother.
"Do you know that Saifah has already confessed everything to the police?"
"Confess?" Sailom repeated skeptically, using the word 'confess' was like saying
Saifah was guilty.
Kanghan stared coldly at Sailom's innocent face, and remained silent to the point
that he couldn't guess what he was thinking.
"Your brother has confessed to the police that he was the one who did everything,
including stealing and trying to kill my father!"
Hearing these words, Sailom was immediately stunned. Saifah told him to trust him,
but he turned around and confessed all his crimes, his mind becoming chaotic. But before
he could ask anything, the person next to him had already stood up.
"Pack your things and get out of my house right now."
This was the first time Sailom had heard this tone from Kanghan, he was not furious
as if he would explode every time he was dissatisfied, but cold and indifferent towards a
stranger.
And that scared him.

"What do you mean?" Sailom asked shakily in doubt, he saw the person beside him
look away as if he didn't want to look at him for even a moment longer, and his face was
filled with grief.
"Didn't you say that you would trust my brother, that you would help me find
evidence?" "But your brother has already confessed, what else do you want me to do?"
Kanghan had tried his best to keep his voice from shaking, but it was really too difficult to
force himself not to turn around and face him.
"Yesterday you told me that you didn't believe it was true, and you yourself said that
Saifah is not that kind of person."
"Enough is enough. "I don't want to hear any more explanations."
"Kanghan..." Sailom called out to the person who wanted to leave, he didn't even
dare to reach out and hold his hand like before.
 "Go back and pack your things, and get out of my house. From now on, we have
nothing to do with each other, tutoring or anything else, everything will be cancelled."
"Do you really want that?" Sailom asked resentfully. Kanghan didn't want to hear
any more explanations, he didn't even want to see her face.
"Yeah Even if we meet, we don't need to pretend to know each other, disappearing
from each other's lives will be the best for both of us."
How strange..Kanghan didn't utter a single curse, but hearing those words made
tears fall down her face as she watched his back walk away. Those words conveyed
Kanghan's feelings towards him, that he really hated him a lot at this moment, he hated him
so much that he didn't want to see him, he hated him so much that he didn't want him to
exist in his future life anymore.
All Sailom could do was watch that broad back grow further and further away,
creating a distance, a closeness such that he could have easily run up and reached out to
stop the other person from leaving. But Sailom thought carefully, that at this moment it
would be the most difficult thing to do. Their paths from the beginning were two parallel
straight lines, at some point they could approach each other or briefly cross, but very
quickly afterwards they would separate again, even at a distance several times greater than
the original distance. But the best option Sailom could make was to return to its own path.
Once again, hugging himself tightly, it might not be as warm as being hugged in his arms,
but for someone like him, whose life was so small, how could he have much choice?
Here is the translation into Spanish:
The sound of an ambulance echoed throughout the alley, awakening the
surrounding residents, not to mention the large house filled with confused and chaotic
people. Although a few hours ago they were smiling and having dinner together, in what
could be considered the thread that united the family after years of misunderstandings. But
after a deafening shot, the furious whirlwind put an end to that happiness.
With everyone's help, Mr. Gong was taken to the hospital. And all they could do was
stand there and wait while the police took preliminary statements. Until the coroner
gathered the initial information. Because the police discovered that the weapon in his hand
was a pistol, and only Saifah had it in his possession, he was included in the list of suspects.
Until the police uncover the truth, Saifah will be detained at the police station for
investigation.
Sailom watched helplessly as his brother was handcuffed by two policemen with a
look of horror on his face, he felt very scared, a feeling he had never had before, even when
he was surrounded by loan sharks. But it didn't compare to the fear he felt now.
"I didn't do it. Sailom, you have to believe me." Saifah stared at his only remaining
relative and screamed loudly, as if he wanted to say something more, but finally he could
only repeat the same phrase over and over again.
"It really wasn't me. "I didn't do it."
"So tell the police, what happened?" Sailom approached the police, bowed his head
gently and asked to speak to his brother for a moment, and the police nodded and agreed.
"I didn't do it."
"So who did it?"
Sailom's pleas were in vain, and Saifah remained silent without responding. The
police felt that time was running out, so they took the suspect to the police station in front
of everyone. Through his brother's eyes, he was absolutely convinced that his brother
would never do something so heinous. He may be very cunning, always liking to deceive
others with his words, but Sailom was sure that Saifah was not the kind of person ruthless
enough to hurt others.
Before, blood was rushing through her body, Sailom clenched her teeth on her
delicate lips to contain her fear. Her delicate hands clenched into fists, her fingers digging
into her palms, but this failed to bring Sailom back to composure. Although Kanghan's big
hand gently touched his shoulder, he didn't even notice, he was still thinking confusedly
about what had happened.
I really didn't understand
Because sitting not far from Mr. Gong who was lying unconscious in a pool of blood,
he seemed very scared of something, trembling from head to toe, with the murder weapon
in his hand, although he repeatedly denied it, but he still stubbornly remained silent about
what had happened. It all seemed like a nightmare, like a reminder that the happiness he
had just achieved was false.
Kanghan took Sailom to the hospital to take care of Mr. Gong, Nam also drove to take
Grandma Ging with them. Thinking that the people around her were the ones who needed
attention right now, Sailom began to regain her composure, her small, delicate hand
reaching out to firmly grasp Kanghan's, a handshake that was worth a thousand words.
Kanghan understood Sailom's feelings perfectly, he gave a slight smile and squeezed her
hand tightly.
Many hours passed, Sailom, Kanghan and Grandma Ging sat in front of the operating
room, waiting for the results of Mr. Gong's treatment. At this moment, all Nam could do was
sit downstairs and wait for everyone to come home. But so far, there have been no signs of
progress, making everyone nervous. Kanghan and Sailom, after sitting for so long, had no
choice but to stand up and walk around a bit. They then saw the officer in charge of
monitoring the victim's condition, Mr. Gong, approaching with a serious expression.
"How is my father?" Kanghan recalled that the person before him was an intensive
care unit doctor who was treating his father. After politely greeting, he asked about the
situation.
"Doctors were able to successfully remove the bullet and fortunately no vital organs
were injured."
"So why hasn't my father woken up yet?"
"This is because the patient lost too much blood and his body went into shock before
reaching the hospital, so all we can do now is wait for the patient to wake up on his own."
"That is, my father also has the possibility.............. of never waking up again........
TRUE?" Kanghan didn't think of wasting time asking the doctor questions just to comfort
himself. What I needed most right now was the truth so I could plan the next step.
"Yeah". The attending physician nodded and then patiently explained.
"There is a fifty percent chance that the patient will not wake up again and will
remain in what we call a vegetative state."
The cold eyes looked at his father once more before he turned around and bowed
respectfully to the attending physician, then sat helplessly in the chair next to him. All this
harsh truth he had to face was too overwhelming for him. She had never imagined her life
without her father, even when they barely exchanged words due to the fight with him, she
always thought that her father would still exist in her life.
The ring of the cell phone in his pocket rang once again, bringing him back to reality.
Kanghan stared at Grandma's name on the phone screen for a moment, then shifted his gaze
to the person beside him who wanted to get up to give him privacy to take Grandma's call.
But Kanghan still held Sailom's slender wrist tightly and pulled him to sit where he was
before. Kanghan didn't want Grandma to notice how upset he was, so he cleared his throat
before answering.
"Grandmother".
"Kanghan..."The grandmother called his name and then lapsed into silence, a silence
that made his heart even more tense.
"Yeah?"
"The police called to inform our family about the progress of the case."
"What did they say?" After detecting the grandmother's strange tone, she
immediately asked.
"Saifah has confessed to the police that she conspired to steal the watch and attacked
your father."
The brief, clear words kept spinning around in Kanghan's head. He didn't even know
how to move the phone away from his ear, he didn't know when he had hung up the call, he
didn't even know how long he had looked at the person sitting next to him, who was looking
at him with innocent eyes. But in Kanghan's eyes at this moment, that expression no longer
attracted him, he let go of the slender wrist he had been squeezing as if it had been burned,
until the other person was startled in surprise.
"What did grandma say?" Sailom noticed Kanghan's change in attitude immediately,
but he still tried his best to remain calm and ask calmly.
Kanghan stared at Sailom's face without saying a word. But who knows how many
feelings could not find an outlet in his heart, they flowed chaotically like a torrential river,
all of this had caused him so many wounds. She pressed her lips together, then inhaled
deeply, as if to gather the little strength she had left after listening to her grandmother.
"Do you know that Saifah has already confessed everything to the police?"
"Confess?" Sailom repeated skeptically, using the word 'confess' was like saying
Saifah was guilty.
Kanghan stared coldly at Sailom's innocent face, and remained silent to the point
that he couldn't guess what he was thinking.
"Your brother has confessed to the police that he was the one who did everything,
including stealing and trying to kill my father!"
Hearing these words, Sailom was immediately stunned. Saifah told him to trust him,
but he turned around and confessed all his crimes, his mind becoming chaotic. But before
he could ask anything, the person next to him had already stood up.
"Pack your things and get out of my house right now."
This was the first time Sailom had heard this tone from Kanghan, he was not furious
as if he would explode every time he was dissatisfied, but cold and indifferent towards a
stranger.
And that scared him.
"What do you mean?" Sailom asked shakily in doubt, he saw the person beside him
look away as if he didn't want to look at him for even a moment longer, and his face was
filled with grief.
"Didn't you say that you would trust my brother, that you would help me find
evidence?" "But your brother has already confessed, what else do you want me to do?"
Kanghan had tried his best to keep his voice from shaking, but it was really too difficult to
force himself not to turn around and face him.
"Yesterday you told me that you didn't believe it was true, and you yourself said that
Saifah is not that kind of person."
"Enough is enough. "I don't want to hear any more explanations."
"Kanghan..." Sailom called out to the person who wanted to leave, he didn't even
dare to reach out and hold his hand like before.
"Go back and pack your things, and get out of my house. From now on, we have
nothing to do with each other, tutoring or anything else, everything will be cancelled."
"Do you really want that?" Sailom asked resentfully. Kanghan didn't want to hear
any more explanations, he didn't even want to see her face.
"Yeah Even if we meet, we don't need to pretend to know each other, disappearing
from each other's lives will be the best for both of us."
How strange..Kanghan didn't utter a single curse, but hearing those words made
tears fall down her face as she watched his back walk away. Those words conveyed
Kanghan's feelings towards him, that he really hated him a lot at this moment, he hated him
so much that he didn't want to see him, he hated him so much that he didn't want him to
exist in his future life anymore.
 All Sailom could do was watch that broad back grow further and further away,
creating a distance, a closeness such that he could have easily run up and reached out to
stop the other person from leaving. But Sailom thought carefully, that at this moment it
would be the most difficult thing to do. Their paths from the beginning were two parallel
straight lines, at some point they could approach each other or briefly cross, but very
quickly afterwards they would separate again, even at a distance several times greater than
the original distance. But the best option Sailom could make was to return to its own path.
Once again, hugging himself tightly, it might not be as warm as being hugged in his arms,
but for someone like him, whose life was so small, how could he have much choice?

CAPITULO 22

Because Mr. Gong was quite famous in the business world, the accident was widely
reported through various media outlets. Although many did not understand the specific
details of the criminal process in the suspect's confession, there were still people like
Teacher Nabdao who knew that there were still many other people besides Saifah who
were also in trouble.
"How are you?" As Sailom sat in the chair across from her in the counseling office,
Nabdao asked.
That day, when Nabdao heard the news on television, she couldn't sit still. And the
recent news that Saifah had pleaded guilty made her even more worried, so she contacted
Sailom immediately. But at that moment, all kinds of things happened that made him not
want to talk about this matter with anyone. However, due to his familiarity and concern for
the two brothers, and thinking of the injustice of fate, he wanted to help Sailom, so he
summoned him before the first class started.
"I've seen all the news." When he was alone with Sailom in the counseling office,
Nabdao said.
"Yes, miss." Sailom remained silent with his head bowed, not because he didn't want
to talk, but because even someone as close to his older brother as he was, what he knew
wasn't much more than the others.
"To be honest, I don't think Saifah did that. As far as we know, Saifah is not bad
enough to commit such a serious act."
Nabdao expressed her dissatisfaction, which made Sailom raise her head, he thought
that she would believe like the others that Saifah had done it, because even Kanghan
believed that.

"I also think he wouldn't have done it. To be honest, I feel like there are a lot of
suspicious points in this matter, but I don't know who to ask for advice."
"You can tell me first, maybe I can find a way to help Saifah."
Sailom nodded and then told Master Nabdao all the details of what had happened
that day according to his memory. After listening to him, she looked thoughtful until she
frowned.
"It's strange." Nabdao also felt the same way.
"If Saifah really wanted to kill Kanghan's father to silence him. Why didn't he run
away after that? Instead, trembling with fear, he sat there waiting for someone to come and
discover him?
"I feel like he's being forced to take the blame instead of someone else."
"It really doesn't feel good to let things continue like this. Even innocent people
could end up in jail."
"So what should I do now?"
"You have to hire a lawyer to fight the lawsuit, because the case is still in the trial
stage. But if we go one step slow... Saifah will really be imprisoned."
Sailom listened carefully to the teacher's advice, but he was still worried because
hiring a lawyer would cost a lot of money, but he didn't have much money left now.
"I know a lawyer who can help you. Anyway, I will help you resolve this matter."
Although robbery was not as serious as premeditated murder, the latter could see Saifah
face a life sentence. So, I needed a reliable lawyer to help me solve the problem.
"Okay, I'll bother you then."
"Don't worry, as for the money, I'll help you sort it out first."
"I can't bother you with this. "Let me make money first."
"But Sailom......"
"I understand, but I really don't want to bother anyone else."
Although I knew Nabdao had the money, I also knew it was money he had saved to
study abroad. So I didn't want to upset her, because I had already upset a lot of people.
Sometimes, Sailom even thought that if he had not continued tutoring Kanghan at that time,
perhaps these terrible things could have been avoided.
Saifah wouldn't go to jail, Mr. Gong wouldn't be in danger, and Kanghan... wouldn't
hate him as much as he does now either.
But it was not easy to earn money in such a short time, Sailom would rather drop out
of school and devote all his time to working, although the way he did it was objected to by
Guy and Auto, and they had done everything they could to help him, but Sailom insisted on
finding a way himself first. In fact, the fees he received through several different jobs were
very insignificant, compared to the hundreds of thousands to hire a lawyer, they were really
nothing.
The long, slender fingers slid over and over the phone screen many times, stopping
occasionally as if thinking about something. He sat in front of the screen for almost an hour
without thinking of any other option. Finally, Sailom decided to send a message to the chat
of one of the chat applications to which his interlocutor had not responded for a day.
After a while, he received the answer Sailom was waiting for. But when he really got
the desired answer, he didn't feel happy at all, and his heart was full of helplessness, but he
had no choice but to do it.
How many options does someone like him have?
Sailom quickly dismissed all thoughts and hurried out for the appointment that had
just suddenly arisen.
"Have you been waiting for me long?"
A familiar voice sounded behind him, calling Sailom to turn around, he smiled at the
person who had just arrived. But getting closer, it's not hard to see that Sailom's smile is
very rigid. However, the server's responsibility is to try to satisfy the customer with the
service, so he took a deep breath to keep calm, then smiled a radiant smile unique to the
customer he once ate with.
"Not long, I just arrived."
"I should have picked you up at your house directly."
Not only did the man say it casually, he also extended his rough arms around
Sailom's waist, pulling him towards himself. At first, he wanted to straighten up, but when
he thought that this was the content he was supposed to do at work and it seemed like he
wasn't doing anything else offensive, he just gave in.
 "Then it would have bothered you too much. It's very good that you've given me
another job opportunity."
"Are you worried about money?" After the two sat at the table in the restaurant, the
young man smiled and asked.
"A bit". Sailom replied calmly, avoiding the other person's insistent gaze. Seeing that
he didn't want to say more, he didn't ask any more questions either. At that moment, the
waiter came over to retrieve the menu, which attracted their attention and put an end to
this conversation.
"After dinner, can you come have some drinks with me?" Although the customer did
not pursue the above issue any further, he took the initiative to make another request.
The sharp eyes stared at him, making Sailom remember another person, although
the person in front of him did not look like Kanghan at all, but the feeling about him had
already arisen in his heart. , so Sailom did not dare to accept easily.
"But I don't know how to drink."
"You just have to sit with me, that's all."
"But..." Sailom was about to refuse when the person who made the proposal seemed
to realize that, and immediately said the next sentence.
"I'll give you an additional 5000."
The dinner money plus the money for sitting around drinking added up to at least
10,000.
"Or give me some time to think... I'll answer you after eating."
Due to the man's rather polite attitude towards him, who did not stop talking about
his loneliness during the meal, like a person who had been empty for a long time, and who
had a luxurious income, after dinner Sailom agreed to continue the client's request.
At around nine o'clock at night, the four-wheeled car was moving slowly along the
road. The driver turned on some soft music to ease the mood inside the car, but Sailom
couldn't help but get nervous and tense. She reached for the seat belt across her body, her
jet black eyes staring out the car window as if she were watching the road. When the client
said he wanted to drink, but Sailom was not yet old enough to enter the nightlife venues, the
place they finally went to was... the hotel.
"Don't be so tense." The man pushed a glass of liquor in front of the silent teenager.
 Sailom looked at the atmosphere of the hotel bar, hiding under the dim lights in the
night, there were not as many lights here as the usual dining places at night, because it was
the middle of the week, at night there were very few guests, compared to the big places, the
number of staff was also very small, the two seemed very private, feeling like a gay couple
sharing a room.
"Drink some."
Sailom looked at the amber liquid in the glass in front of him and shook his head,
then smiled shyly.
"Not yet, thanks."
"I'm not going to do anything to you, I just see you're tense and I want you to relax a
little, and these drinks will help with that." The man also had a similar glass, he nodded and
then took a small sip, his eyes showing satisfaction as he watched the slender hand reach
out to accept the glass of liquor.
The pressure accumulated in recent days and the invitation from the successful man
with abundant life experience made Sailom agree. He didn't know how many times he had
picked up the glass and drained it, but the person sitting with him kept pouring more hard
liquor. Until his mind became heavy, the images in front of him began to fade, he could even
see multiple figures overlapping. Sailom could only shake his head a few times to clear it,
but the more he did, the dizzier he felt. By the time the man sitting next to him began to put
his arm around his waist, he had nearly lost consciousness.
"Do you want to go up and rest?" "I already booked a room." A deep voice whispered
in his ear, the warm breath coming down, causing Sailom to push him away, and then run
away.
"I don't want to..." A trace of consciousness that still remained made Sailom refuse.
But it was too late, the alcohol had penetrated and dominated his mind, making it
impossible for him to react.
"I gave you money, so I must take something in return."
"Go away." Sailom struggled to regain his composure, for he sensed danger drawing
near.
Her resistance caused her harasser to utter loud expletives. The rough hands pulled
the thin arm hard and made it fall into his arms. The elevator doors opened, and the person
who originally had ill intentions in his mind walked into the room with a satisfied smile on
his face. With one hand he took out the card to open the door, with the other he kept
caressing the body in his arms.
Looking at the unconscious person in front of him, he leaned in as if admiring an
item of his liking, after a few minutes he began to enjoy it. But he hadn't even really started,
his nose hadn't even touched the soft, delicate cheek flushed from his intoxication, when a
powerful force pulled him back, and a punch straight to the young customer's face stunned
him momentarily.
"What the devil?"
The battered man shook his head, bewildered as he looked at the newly arrived boy,
almost the same age as the young man he had brought. He then saw the unconscious person
being held lovingly and taken to sit against the wall, which made him even more suspicious.
"I'm the one who should be asking what the hell you're doing!"
Kanghan turned around with bloodshot eyes, screaming uncontrollably, grabbing
the other's shirt collar, then punching him in the face until his mouth was full of blood.
"Did I touch you?"
When he saw Kanghan adopt a Muay Thai stance, he backed away in fear of being
hurt again. But as soon as he heard the drunken teenager's whisper, the piercing gaze
instantly softened. By this time, I no longer had any doubts.
"You better not touch what's mine." His piercing eyes stared at the man who had fled
in terror, until the hallway outside the room fell silent.
Before others discovered this chaos, Kanghan began cleaning up the mess. He
hugged Sailom, who was unconscious, and laid him down on the bed. Kanghan stood there,
looking at the scene before him with an expression of anger and pain. He was angry at
Sailom for choosing to do that kind of work, angry at him for not knowing how to take care
of himself and almost getting raped, and what made him angrier was that he himself felt
distressed because Sailom had been hurt.
Although he himself had said that he wanted each of them to follow their own path,
to disappear from each other's lives, he was also the one who could not give up on him.
Kanghan walked over, took a bottle of water from the table, opened it and emptied
all the water on the face of the person lying down until that person was startled and woke
up. Sailom began to regain consciousness, he slowly sat up, bringing his hand to his face to
wipe away the water. His jet-black eyes looked around cautiously, then met other familiar
eyes, and his entire body froze.
But those eyes no longer had the same emotion as before when they looked at him...
"How did you get here?" Sailom looked at Kanghan suspiciously, he remembered
drinking with the client at the hotel bar, but then it was as if someone had turned off a light
switch, all his memories plunged into darkness.
"Are you afraid that I'll bother you and that man?"
"It's not that."
"I'm sorry... I kicked that man out."
"I just went to dinner with him."
"But from what I saw, he didn't just want to eat, if I hadn't arrived in time, he would
have eaten you too!"
Sailom had no words left to say, memories began to gradually return. His trembling
black eyes stared at the person who spoke, his tight lips realizing that he had made a huge
mistake by trusting others too much and losing caution.
"Would you do anything for money?"
Sailom was originally going to deny it, but when he saw the person in front of him
take out his wallet, take out a large wad of bills, cruelly exchanging them for something as
insignificant as him, he was taken aback for a moment.
"If you want so much money, then I'll buy you!"
After saying this, Kanghan angrily pounced on Sailom who was lying on the bed. The
gaze sharp as a burning flame stared at the other person, as if he wanted to burn the other
person until he melted, making up for all the suffering he had to endure. But at this point, he
couldn't contain himself any longer either. Sailom raised his head defiantly to look at
Kanghan without backing down at all.
"Do it! "How much will I be worth when I sleep with you?"
Sailom's words were like sharp weapons, cutting through Kanghan's patience. Her
furious lips landed on his thin lips, the great force as if she wanted to crush the other,
compensating for all the pain he had suffered. When he felt both sides of his face wet,
Kanghan stopped, raising his head slightly so he could see Sailom clearly.
 Seeing Sailom right in front of him also made Kanghan feel pain. There was no
denying that the exhaustion was evident on his face, that was also the reason why Kanghan
had followed him and timely saved him from the hands of that vile customer. But still,
Kangham kept reminding himself that it was time to let go.
"Didn't I tell you not to do this job again?"
"But I need the money to save my brother Saifah." Sailom sobbed.
"But your brother..." When Kanghan thought about the reasons that had brought
them to the point they were at today, he could only sigh.
"I can't abandon my brother."
"But do you really need to put yourself in danger like that?"
"I really have no other choice."
"Damn.............."
Kanghan cursed, he didn't know since when his tears had started falling, but he
quickly wiped them away as soon as he felt them. As if he no longer cared about the other's
situation, he lay down beside Sailom helplessly. His deep eyes stared at the ceiling for a few
minutes, but when the sobbing of the person lying on the other side did not stop, his heart
also felt like it was being squeezed. It hurt so much that she could only pull him towards her
and hug him, hoping to ease his anguish a little. And Kanghan believed that it was not
Sailom's fault, and that he should not be responsible for it.
After that, the two of them didn't say anything to each other...
The next day, Kanghan took Sailom home on his BigBike. Lying together in a hug all
night, Feng also felt that the situation between them was gradually improving, and perhaps
Kanghan would be able to get back together with him before that day.
But when Kanghan left him, all hopes were dashed, his gaze was empty, the
tenderness that could be clearly seen the day before became strangely chilling, as if his
heart had been repeatedly stabbed in the same place with a sharp blade, it should be numb,
but now it hurt like before.
"Thank you..."
Sailom originally wanted to say thank you, both to thank Kanghan for saving him
yesterday, and to thank him for bringing him home today. But when the other person chose
to say all those other words, this thanks no longer seemed important to him.
 "This is the last time I'm helping you. From now on, no matter what work you do,
whether you go to heaven or hell, I will never interfere again."
Sailom watched the motorcycle drive away before his eyes, smiled to himself and
nodded as if he had firmly accepted these words in his heart. Lately he had been focusing on
making money, he had no time to think about Kanghan, it would just take a little time to
lose hope. But then, I would have to go back and face reality.
And the reality was... a fleeting wind that appeared and disappeared as if it didn't
have the chance to blow hard enough to keep the windmill turning.
CAPITULO 23

The brothers were separated by metal bars, although only a few centimeters apart,
they knew very well that they were currently in two different worlds. The visiting rules in
the prison were once a day, each visit only 40 minutes. And Sailom had already spent
almost twenty minutes asking Saifah about his situation, but no matter what his current
situation was, it could not be called "good". His face looked noticeably thinner, with sunken
eyes that looked tired. But the other only smiled weakly, as if the matter were not difficult
to resolve.
"I'm making money to hire a lawyer to help you." Sailom wanted to reassure his
brother, because he never thought of abandoning him, but always did everything he could
to help him.
"No... keep the money. You'll be off to college soon, so you'll need even more." But
Saifah disagreed.
"Don't worry about that now. Helping you is more important."
"I already confessed my crime. "Calling a lawyer is useless, I'll end up in jail anyway."
"Saifah, we are blood brothers, how can I not tell if you are telling the truth or
lying?"
"But now everyone thinks that way... you should think that too."
"Why don't you tell the truth? "What are you hiding and covering up for others?"
"Just try to live better, focus on studying and excelling like you always have."
"Do you want me to live very well while my brother is in this condition?"
"So from now on... you don't need to visit me anymore. You shouldn't come to places
like this either."
 Sailom stared at Saifah in annoyance. He didn't care what she said, and even
mentioned something else on purpose, as if avoiding answering her question. Feeling that
his efforts to help Saifah had been insulted, he glared at him angrily. Although he and
Nabdao were thinking of a way to help him, Saifah chose to stay and continue carrying the
crime.
"Even if you didn't commit the crime, will you accept responsibility?"
Saifah remained silent as before, but this time Sailom no longer had the patience to
listen to him, he got up angrily and left. In fact, only if Saifah could tell what happened that
day, perhaps he would find some opportunity to help him escape from the charge, but now
it was as if Sailom was rowing alone in a vessel of water, all he did was a vain effort that had
no effect.
But in the end, even though he had to row back and forth, Sailom chose to keep
doing it...
After Sailom decided to devote all his time to work, he returned to work at the car
workshop. Starting with helping open the door, all the way to finishing with the last
customer's car at 8pm But in reality, after cleaning the store, it was already 10 pm. Although
the income from working in the workshop could not be compared to the job of waiting
tables, at least this way he would not risk running into a customer like last time. Once, he
asked the manager to give him an application to work here. It seemed that Sailom's luck
was still good, the manager was looking for a new employee to replace one who had just
resigned, so earning a little money was better than having none.
After thinking positively for a moment, his feet moved towards the bus stop sign. On
such a dark night, there was no one else waiting for the bus except him, and the further the
night went on, the fewer buses passed by. His black eyes peered through the darkness
toward the middle of the street, trying to see if the bus he planned to take was already in
sight. But just at that moment, a motorcycle suddenly came flying in from the road.
"SAILOM!"
PANG!
Without waiting for Sailom to regain consciousness, a shout of his name rang out,
followed by a familiar voice, causing him to tremble in fear. The survival instinct prompted
him to flee and seek a hiding place.
 "Get up!"
Sailom quickly turned his head and stared at the person who spoke, to see who it
was. Although he was very surprised that the person who appeared in front of him was
Kanghan, at this moment he didn't care who it was or what had happened. He quickly
jumped onto the back seat of the BigBike. Kanghan accelerated quickly and Sailom held on
tightly to his waist. A shot rang out, followed by the other motorcycle's accelerator.
Their hearts were terrified, life and death hung in the balance, the wind howled past
their ears, causing Sailom to squeeze his eyes shut. Just like him, Kanghan's palms were
soaked with sweat from fear, but his survival instinct drove him to speed up to escape. At
this moment, he didn't know if he was more afraid of dying or of losing the person who was
hugging him.
Fortunately, the difference in engine performance helped Kanghan successfully
leave his pursuer behind. He turned onto another road, following the path he remembered
to get to the nearest police station. At least right now, what they needed most was a safe
place.
"Are you OK?"
When they reached the police station gate and got off the motorbike, Kanghan was
the first to speak, although he had managed to get Sailom out of the way of the bullets, he
still had a bit of anxiety in his heart.
His sharp eyes scanned the other from top to bottom, wanting to confirm that the
other person was unharmed, he couldn't help but ask.
"Does anywhere hurt?"
"I'm fine".
Sailom's expression clearly had not yet recovered from the shock, he replied in a low
voice, then looked at Kanghan with a hesitant gaze, like a lost child unable to accept what
had happened.
"Someone was intentionally shooting at you."
Sailom remembered the sound of the deadly weapon very clearly, because that was
the sound he heard the night of the accident at Kanghan's house. Only he didn't understand,
he hadn't made enemies with anyone, but someone wanted to kill him. His eyes slid over
the person in front of him, and Kanghan seemed to understand his thoughts.
 "You should report it to the police."
"But I don't know who they are."
"I saw the face of one of the two who were on the motorcycle. I remember that he
was the man who attacked you and your brother last time." Sailom's terrified and
frightened look made Kanghan have to look away, because she was afraid of inadvertently
revealing her concern for him on her face.
"The collectors?" Sailom couldn't believe what he was hearing.
Kanghan also felt that this was strange, the creditors of course wanted to recover the
money from the debtor. At this time, Saifah was still in jail, only Sailom could pay off that
huge debt. So, intending to kill Sailom like this was like cutting off his own money.
"Go to the police, I'll testify for you."
Kanghan entered the police station and informed the officer on duty about
everything, Sailom sat next to him and also talked about the extortion. But the answer they
received was only the officer's look and impatient expression.
"Don't you believe what we're saying?" Kanghan asked, his tone provocative, Sailom
was worried about his impulsive temper, so he had to reach out to take his hand.
"Brat, don't make up children's stories to waste the police's time. Regardless of
whether it is good or bad, you will be charged with giving false testimony to the police."
"But everything I said is the truth. If you don't believe me, I request that you review
the surveillance footage on that road, to see what happened half an hour ago."
"Why waste the budget to see those movies for nothing?"
"Hey! "Aren't the police supposed to have a duty to help when citizens are in
trouble?"
"Do you want the police to believe the lies of a child like you? Frankly, it's absurd for
a high school student to say he had a run-in with a gang of debt collectors."
Because the police had investigated preliminary information about the complainant
and knew that both were only 17 years old, and the police had encountered many teenagers
who made false reports to the police, just to punish their friends.
"You two haven't been formally charged yet, so go back home. "Really a waste of
other people's time." The officer complained in a low voice, said the last sentence and
waved his hand to chase them away, as if he had encountered some discomfort, which made
Kanghan almost unable to contain himself.
"Or should I say that only when you catch the criminal, then you will be able to
believe us? If so, I don't think we need the police."
"Hey! Brat. If you keep talking like that, I might well sue you for defaming the police."
"Kanghan..." Sailom shook his head and pulled Kanghan out, fearing that he would
act recklessly. In the event that there is no concrete evidence, there is no way to convince
the police of that. Moreover, he now realized that gathering evidence on his own was also
something a citizen should do.
"Why did you take me out? "I'm not done talking to that cop yet." As soon as they left
the police station, Kanghan exploded.
"He is so stubborn that even if you talked him to death, he wouldn't believe you."
Because before, when he was beaten by the collectors, he also put his hopes in the police,
but the result was no different from what happened to them today.
"Anyway, you have to talk to convince him, or your life cannot be saved."
"If I can get home..."
"But you shouldn't go home right now." When Kanghan realized what Sailom was
planning to do, he interrupted him.
"They know your house. If you go back, it would be like sticking your head in a trap
and them shooting you."
"But I don't know where to go."
Kanghan watched him for a moment and then raised his head towards his BigBike
and motioned for him to follow him. At this moment, Sailom was still afraid, he didn't know
what to do, he could only obediently follow his instructions.
He started the engine, the bike sped off, but after noticing that the other's arm was
not hugging his waist as before, he slowed down.
"Then you'll fall off the bike." Kanghan held the bike steady with one hand, then
pulled one of Sailom's arms over his waist. He accelerated a little, the person behind lost his
balance, finally Sailom could only hold on to him all the way.
Kanghan didn't want to admit that he intended to help him, but all his actions
seemed to be clear evidence that he was still protecting Sailom. Still, he kept reminding
himself that all his actions were just to see if Sailom would risk his life and once again
return to that job.
But in the end he couldn't do what he said, when he saw those people pointing a gun
at Sailom, his heart was brutally ripped out of his chest. A fear arose within him, a feeling
clearer than ever.
On the way, Kanghan decided to turn towards the hotel. At this time, they were too
tired to go anywhere else. Plus, I hadn't gone to school all day, just following Sailom around,
barely eating anything. The image of Sailom's empty desk filled him with fear and worry.
But at that moment he found a silly excuse for himself, like he was going to look for Sailom's
mistakes.
Even though it was midnight, they could still order food to regain some energy. But
those who had just been through terrible things couldn't relax much. They leaned against
the headboard of the bed and talked for dozens of minutes. Because of fear, even though
they were very tired, no one fell asleep.
Not only that, in the next room moans could be heard, to the rhythm of the
movement the bed creaked against the wall, as if wanting others to also feel the pleasure.
Kanghan and Sailom could only look at each other, both of them looking uncomfortable,
they had no choice but to look away.
"Now you can go home, I'll be fine alone." Sailom decided to speak, because he knew
that Kanghan had not wanted to be here from the beginning. Only the subsequent accidents
led to this situation. More importantly, he didn't want Kanghan to take any risks.
"I'm lazy to drive, and I'm sleepy too."
Kanghan excused himself, then laid down on the bed, his deep gaze looking towards
the person now sitting at the foot of the bed, his gaze clearly much gentler.
"Then go home and sleep, I'll be fine alone."
"Don't talk anymore, okay?"
"But..."
"How is that? "Why are you kicking me out?"
"Because they might hurt you..." Sailom did not look at him, he answered in a hoarse
voice.
"Come here and go to sleep, okay? I'm sleepy". Hearing the reason from Sailom's thin
lips, Kanghan's heart instantly softened. Although his tone was abrupt, it was much gentler
than before.
Sailom didn't do what Kanghan said right away. He waited until he was sure the
other had fallen asleep before getting up and standing next to the bed. Because the size of
the single bed was only one and a half meters, when a large person was already lying there,
the remaining space for him was less than half. He stood there thinking for a long time, but
due to exhaustion, he decided to crouch down and timidly curl up on the small bed to avoid
disturbing the other and not being able to sleep comfortably.
Using the words “too tired” to describe Sailom right now would be most accurate.
Within days of the accident at Kanghan's house, he was already so tired that he barely had
the strength to continue. The problems that continued to fall on his head, no matter how
firm he stood, it was difficult not to falter. But when he was actually faced with life-
threatening dangers, he felt regret and regret if everything ended like this.
But Sailom himself also didn't know what he should do with his life afterwards,
Saifah's matter hadn't improved yet, he still had to run away, he didn't even know when he
could escape. The pressure and burden were too great for this seventeen-year-old to bear
to let the pent-up tears flow. Sailom could only crouch down, covering his mouth so that his
sobbing would not disturb the other.
But Kanghan did not sleep as well as Sailom expected, he knew everything through
the trembling body. Seeing the slender back, Kanghan's heart was filled with emotions. And
the clearest thing was that Sailom was still within his reach, Kanghan reached out to hug his
waist, then slowly pulled him towards himself, moving little by little until the other's back
touched his chest.
Kanghan knew that he was also one of the reasons why Sailom had been hurt.
Before, when he couldn't turn his back on her, he acted as if he didn't know anything about
the distance between them, but in reality the pain in his heart was no less than Sailom's. It
doesn't matter if Sailom believed it or not... she couldn't imagine her life after losing him.
Because from the day she opened her heart to accept him, she had put him in the most
important position, she would definitely not let go of his hand and let him go.
And now... would it be a mistake if he was loyal to his heart once more?

CAPITULO 24

Cars traveling along the same road every day had become a familiar sight to the
driver and backseat passenger. Nam still took on the role of the family's driver, because no
one in the house knew that Nam and Saifah were friends before. So after the case happened,
the police questioned everyone but found nothing suspicious, so Nam seemed to have
become the butler, continuing to take care of the house inside and out. Moreover, now that
Saifah had also confessed to being the suspect, this house had returned to its former
tranquility.

Nam stopped the car in front of the hospital and helped Ms. Ging get off, waited to
park the car in the parking lot behind and then also went up to Mr. Gong's room. After
passing the critical stage, Mr. Gong's condition was also considered stable. But since he was
still in a coma, doctors had moved him to a general intensive care ward to keep him alive
with the necessary medical equipment.

Today, Nam thought that as usual, he would receive news from the doctor who came
to check on Mr. Gong before ten in the morning, saying that his condition was stable and
there was nothing to worry about. But when the door to the intensive care unit opened and
he heard the familiar voice of the senior attending physician, Nam hurried into the room to
check on Mr. Gong.

"The patient has begun to react."

"Wasn't it my imagination? "I saw my son's fingers moving."

"Relatives are welcome to come and see." The doctor in charge slowly pressed the
round tip of his pen into Mr. Gong's palm, and immediately the person lying down began to
react by moving his fingers.

"Son..." Mrs. Ging looked at her son with joy.

"Patients like this will surely recover quickly. Because according to previous cases,
when a reaction like this occurs, it means that the patient's body is gradually recovering."

However, amidst the joy of the doctors and nurses who had diligently cared for the
patient since the early days, and Mrs. Ging who prayed every day for her son's safe and
healthy return, there was one person who knew everything but did not want Mr. Gong to
wake up.

In the narrow alley of a group of ruined houses, this place was almost uninhabited.
But no one knew that one of those buildings was the hideout of moneylender Jeng, who
lived there and made a lot of money operating an illegal casino.

The tall, thin man hurried towards his cousin and boss's office. He didn't dare to tell
her this over the phone, worried about leaking the content of the discussion, so he wanted
to come in person.

"Nam".

The chief's greeting made the man's grey eyes startle, for he had not seen the other
sitting not far from the door where he was standing.

"What's the matter? "So upset that you don't even pay attention to the old lady on
the other end?"

Jeng was sitting on the sofa, with his feet on the low table in front of him, holding a
few famous brand watches in his hand, looking at them with satisfaction.

"The homeowner I shot is about to wake up!"

Nam hurried over because Mrs. Ging was happy about the latest news about Mr.
Gong, so he sneaked out and informed his cousin. It was clear that he and Jeng were
involved in what happened at Kanghan's house that night.

"You can't hesitate any longer."

"So, what do you think we should do?" Hearing this, Jeng's hands froze, his gaze that
had been staring at the luxurious items in his hand suddenly turned gloomy.

"I think we should run away right now, if he wakes up, he'll tell the police
everything, and we'll all be in trouble." Nam was so scared that he almost lost his balance,
and the more he saw Jeng's impassive expression, the more anxious he became.

"Jeng..."
 "I will not run away. I will silence his mouth, I will make sure he cannot reveal
anything more." A malicious smile appeared on the corner of his lips, causing his followers,
including Nam, to only look at him in fear.

"Just like I silenced Sailom's mouth." Although Nam was not present at the scene of
the incident, he had someone in the gang he could trust, how could a man like Jeng do
something without it reaching his ears?

"But you know that me and Saifah made a deal and I also swore to take care of your
younger brother, but you..."

"Don't interrupt me. The deal you made with him is your business, it has nothing to
do with me."

"Jeng..."

"If I do this, couldn't you benefit too?"

Previously, Jeng had ordered his men to keep watch and monitor Sailom's every
movement. Until he learned that he had gone to visit his older brother in prison, worried
that Saifah would tell the truth to his younger brother, which could lead to the truth being
revealed. Jeng had to think of a way to silence Sailom, to put out the fire from the start.

"Don't speak rashly, hurry up and settle the matter with the master of the house."

"But I don't agree with him doing it that way."

"I didn't know that, now you have the authority to give me orders."

Jeng looked at him seriously and didn't want to hear any more suggestions from his
followers. The tall figure stood up from the couch and walked to the office cabinet in the
corner of the room, pulling out a gun, the black pistol he would use. He was checking to see
if the gun he would soon be using was working properly and he didn't forget to install a
silencer on the end of the barrel.

"But if you plan to kill him, things will get worse." Nam tried to object and stuck close
to his cousin, hoping he wouldn't rush out of there.
 "I already told you, Nam, if you still want to follow me... don't disobey my orders!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Jeng nodded and signaled to another follower in the
room to restrain Nam. Then he approached him and punched him hard in the face. He then
turned around and grabbed a sturdy, suitably sized piece of wood from his weapons
collection. When his man threw Nam to the ground, he hit him hard on the head with the
wood... the result was that Nam immediately lost consciousness.

Jeng was relieved to see this, kicked Nam's unconscious body, then walked out of the
ruined building with another follower. Their destination was none other than the hospital
where Mr. Gong was being treated.

At noon, Mrs. Ging, as usual, took care of her sick son on the one hand, and on the
other hand, took advantage of the break to go to the hospital cafeteria, so the room, apart
from the patient lying in bed, had no one else.

Jeng glanced around the room leisurely, although the intensive care room was in the
VIP area and only family members or doctors and nurses were allowed in. But he took
advantage of the opportunity of the shift change of the security guards and nurses in this
area to sneak into Mr. Gong's intensive care ward.

"So how do you plan to kill him?"

"Stay watching the situation at the door, wait for me to resolve this."

Jeng walked straight to the unconscious patient, observed him for a moment, and
then took the patient's pillow and placed it on his face, intending to suffocate him to death.

But just as Jeng was about to place the pillow on the sleeper's face, a powerful force
pulled his shoulder from behind, causing him to step back a little. Jeng thought it was one of
his henchmen who stepped forward to stop him, so he angrily turned his head to glare at
the guy. The result was that before Jeng had time to prepare himself, the newcomer's fist
landed a heavy blow on his face, stunning him slightly. Jeng's eyes darkened, and he was
completely caught off guard, unable to accept this.
 "What were you going to do to my dad?"

"How did they get in here?" Jeng opened his eyes in astonishment as he saw the two
teenagers in front of him.

"If you're asking about your man, he's lying in front of the room right now waiting
for the police to arrive."

Kanghan could see that Jeng was perplexed as to how his people had let them in. But
it wasn't difficult, Jeng's man had just snuck in when he and Sailom followed right behind.
Kanghan landed a strong blow on the back of Jeng's henchman's neck, knocking him
unconscious.

"And you too must go to the police station with your people."

"What can a brat like you do to me?" Jeng laughed sinisterly, quickly pulling his
defensive weapon out of his pocket and pulling the trigger when someone tried to stop him.

"KANGHAN!"

It all happened too fast for Sailom to react. He immediately lunged to catch Kanghan,
who was hit in the shoulder by the flying bullet, causing him to stagger, the piece of cloth
over his shoulder was covered in fresh blood, the blood spreading everywhere, dyeing his
sleeve red in an instant. Sailom quickly took off his coat to tie it over the wound, at the same
time staring with sharp, wary eyes at the person who had shot him.

"JENG!" Sailom gritted his teeth angrily, he had only met this man a few times.

Because previously Jeng always sent his henchmen to collect debts, but on one
occasion he happened to meet Jeng and Nam walking together, and only learned Jeng's
identity after Nam introduced him.

"It's a pleasure that you still remember a creditor like me. Tell me..."Who told you I
was here?"

Returning an hour earlier, Sailom was still at the hotel with Kanghan. Because at that
time he didn't know what to do with his future life. Nam called out shakily, as if he was
trying to get every word out.

"Hurry up and go to the hospital."

"What happened, Mr. Nam?"

"Mr. Gong is in danger............."Someone wants to kill him to silence him."

Just like finding the missing piece and putting it in its correct place. Sailom looked at
Jeng's malicious smile and roughly put the story together in his mind, he began to
understand the answer to the final question he wanted to ask Saifah, the doubts about the
gang of collectors who wanted to take his life were also cleared.

"Were you the one who did all this?" Sailom asked, not afraid of the gun pointed at
him, and even moved to stand in front of Kanghan.

"If you want to know everything before you die, I will gladly tell you."

Jeng moved forward calmly, and the more he saw the confused and worried
expressions of those waiting, the more interesting he found it.

"I was the brains behind all this."

"So it was you who shot, not my brother Saifah."

"Correct". Jeng nodded and spoke with a satisfied smile.

"People like your brother couldn't possibly have the mind to do something like that.
He just daydreams, wanting to earn money by working to realize his dream of owning a car
and a multi-story house. But that measly amount of money could not make such dreams
come true, even if he spent his whole life working, there would be no way to achieve it."

"But at least my brother didn't rob or kill anyone."

"Wasn't it your brother who tricked patients into buying valuable items from him?
And you still dare to speak of him with such superiority? Jeng laughed out loud.

"Do you know why the police so easily believed his confession? It was all a result of
what he did, and he became a swindler, no matter how much he tells the truth afterwards,
no one will believe him."

"So people like you won't be able to escape from prison either." Kanghan said
angrily.

"I'm sorry, buddy. Because if you die, your dad dies, Saifah dies too, there will be no
one who has evidence to accuse me."

"Damned". Kanghan gritted his teeth, both fists clenched, fear and anger swirling
within him. But right now all I could do was think about it, trying to maintain and extend
my chance to live.

"Anything else to ask? Because if not... I'll send them first to wait for your dad."

Jeng pointed the gun at the two hopeless teenagers clinging to each other. He stood
in the only way in and out of the room, Kanghan and Sailom were cornered in the corner of
the window. Unable to resist, unable to escape, and with no other weapons they could use
to confront him.

"Don't be afraid to be alone... because I will let you go together."

BANG!

The thud of death rang out, followed by the loud sound of something falling to the
ground, instead of the reaction of a life being taken...

It was the sound of a large body collapsing to the ground. Kanghan and Sailom
looked at each other in confusion, not understanding what had happened. Only when they
looked closer did they see that Jeng was lying on the ground holding his bloodied shoulder,
while behind him, a police officer was holding a smoking gun.

It turned out that after Nam regained consciousness, he immediately called the
police to inform them of the situation. And the officers managed to arrive in time before a
tragedy occurred.

The officer had chosen to shoot him in the shoulder rather than kill him, so that he
could be arrested. Other officers continued to come in and quickly brought the situation
under control. They took Jeng, who was howling in pain, and his unconscious henchman to
the police station.

While Jeng was being interrogated, he finally confessed to being the mastermind
behind the shooting at Kanghan's house that night. He said he originally planned to kill Mr.
Gong to prevent him from testifying about his illegal activities.

He also admitted that he had forced Saifah to take the blame under threats. And he
said he wanted to get rid of Sailom because he was afraid he might find out the truth. With
his confession, Saifah's name was finally cleared.

After everything was over, Kanghan and Sailom could finally breathe a sigh of relief.
Although Kanghan was injured, the bullet only grazed his shoulder and the wound was not
life-threatening. Sailom carefully cleaned and bandaged his wound, while Kanghan looked
at him lovingly.

“Thank you for saving me,” Sailom said softly.

“I would do anything to protect you,” Kanghan replied, caressing her cheek.

Sailom smiled, tears of joy in his eyes. Finally the nightmare was over and now only
a bright future awaited them together.

CAPITULO 25

The last shot rang out differently than Kanghan being shot by Jeng, the two
teenagers slowly opened their eyes that they had tightly shut, only to find that neither of
them had been hit. On the contrary, the person lying in the pool of blood on the floor with
his eyes wide open was Jeng, shot by someone who had just run up and was standing at the
door.

"Mr. Nam..." Sailom whispered softly.

Kanghan looked at Nam, feeling that he didn't look too good, half of his head was
covered in blood, his hair disheveled, some of the dried blood causing his hair to start to
clump together. Kanghan didn't know exactly what had happened to him, nor did he know
who had hit him. But at a glance, it was clear that whether he had called Sailom to inform
him of the situation or rushed to the hospital, Nam had done everything he could to help
stop Jeng's actions. But now he didn't have to worry about Nam.

He quickly looked at his father who was still fast asleep, and was relieved to know
that his father had not been affected. Kanghan quickly pulled Sailom into his arms. He
gently and carefully ran his hands over the other's body to check that he had no wounds,
until he found no traces of injuries and was finally able to breathe easy.

"Are you OK?"

"Yeah. And you?" Sailom was also checking his wound, her soft voice trembling with
anxiety and fear.

"Yeah".

Kanghan replied briefly, hugging him for the second time, rubbing his nose on the
other's sweaty temples, giving the other a clearer answer. Kanghan's characteristic warmth
and softness had returned, Sailom was once again in his arms.

Nam's shooting of Jeng caused immediate confusion at the hospital. If you look at it
from the police perspective, who arrived quickly on the scene, this can also be considered a
good thing. Mrs. Ging also arrived shortly after and nearly fainted after learning what had
happened. He quickly told Kanghan to tend to his wound, only to find that the bullet had
only grazed his shoulder and the wound was not life-threatening. Kanghan quickly returned
to the scene.

"I will confess the whole truth and tell everything that happened that night."

Nam spoke, there were still some officers, Ms. Ging, Kanghan and Sailom in the
police preliminary interrogation room.

"I was the one who planned to steal Mr. Gong's watch, and I recruited Jeng to do it."

Nam's tone was full of guilt, his grey eyes couldn't even face Mrs. Ging, who had
always treated him well. When Nam wanted to tell the police everything that had happened
that night, the scene from that night came back to his mind.

~~~

"I think one of Mr. Gong's watches can surely sell for several million." As he sat with
Saifah in the garden of the big house, Nam started talking, but Saifah, who knew his true
nature very well, could see the clue in his casual attitude.

"What are you planning?"

"You are really my good friend." Nam couldn't stop smiling.

"I want to steal five or six of Mr. Gong's watches."

"Don't do it." Saifah tensed and stopped him.

"It's just a few watches. For this family it would be like a few falling leaves."

"But that's wrong."

"Don't you want to live a good life abroad? Didn't you say that your dream was to
have a better life, to have a car and a multi-story house? "Isn't it true that... this family's
money could help you live like this for real?"

"Didn't you say you wanted to get out of the debt collector gang because you wanted
a better life? But what you plan to do will only sink you deeper, and make it impossible for
you to get out on your own."

"For people like us, how else could we get rich if not this way?"

"Working".

"No matter how hard you work yourself to death, you will never become rich. Tell
me... are you not interested in participating in my plan?

"I will never do that. "Everyone here has been very good to me and my brother."
 "But that favor will not fill your stomach."

"But with the help of this family, for the first time in many years, my brother and I
have been able to eat well and sleep peacefully without fear of being pursued by creditors."

"So, this is what we'll do." Nam rubbed his hands together as if he was pleading, he
knew that if he just said it like that, no matter how much he talked, Saifah wouldn't follow
through.

"Talk to me about it, just act like you don't know or see anything."

"But..."

"Do it just this last time for this friend of yours, and then we'll never see each other
again."

Saifah had nothing else to say, he had always been indebted to Nam. When he had no
money to pay, it was Nam who stepped in and negotiated for the other side to accept a
delayed payment. In the end, all Saifah could do was walk away pretending that Nam hadn't
told him these things.

It wasn't until after 1:30 am that everyone in the house finally fell into a deep sleep,
as they had only just gone to sleep at 11 pm. Since the first day of work, Nam had observed
the actions of everyone in the family. He had long wanted to use his position as a driver as a
front to plan the robbery, so he found a way to turn off all the surveillance cameras in the
house, then went outside and opened the back gate for Jeng to enter.

The two watched each other's backs to break into Mr. Gong's office, because Nam
knew that Mr. Gong kept valuable items there. With his years of professional experience,
Jeng was able to open all the drawers and the safe in a short time. They planned to sweep all
the valuables into bags and prepare to leave this house as soon as possible after completing
everything.

But in the end everything went wrong!

Mr. Gong suddenly woke up at midnight and the noise downstairs caught his
attention. He went downstairs to investigate the situation, and as soon as he saw what was
happening, Jeng pointed his gun at Mr. Gong ready to shoot. Meanwhile, Saifah couldn't
sleep alone because he was worried about the people in this family, so he had gone out and
saw the situation at that time. As he lunged to stop him, he struggled to take the gun from
Jeng. The two struggled for a moment, until...

Bang!

The gunshot rang out, Mr. Gong's body slowly fell. Saifah also collapsed to the
ground, horrified at the sight of Mr Gong lying unconscious.

"Damn it, Jeng. The police will surely arrive soon."

In the distance, police sirens could be heard approaching, Nam was very nervous, he
didn't expect a gunshot to call the police so quickly.

"Now don't just stand there paralyzed in fear, anyway, we have to silence Saifah
first."

"Wait a moment, Jeng." Nam quickly spoke up to stop him, after all, he and Saifah
were lifelong friends, he couldn't let Jeng kill Saifah like that.

"If he wants to kill him, I feel it would be better to let him take the blame instead of
us."

Jeng was puzzled, he felt that Nam's suggestion sounded reasonable, then he pointed
the gun at Saifah and threatened him with a warning.

"You have to admit that you did all this, don't let me find out you're telling the truth,
or else your brother... will die for sure!"

Jeng shoved the gun into Saifah's shaking hand after wiping off all his fingerprints.
Nam then took Jeng away through the back of the house, while he returned to his room,
blending in with the others as if he knew nothing. Saifah let Jeng do whatever he wanted
with his bewildered mind, and became the scapegoat in such a state of terror.

Feeling guilty, Nam visited Saifah in prison, then told him that he would take care of
Sailom in his place and even take care of all of the Saifah family's debts.

In fact, if Nam had not voluntarily pleaded guilty, this case might have upheld the
original conclusion that Saifah had tried to rob and kill Mr. Gong. But then the situation got
out of control beyond what was planned, and during the recent period, he had time to think
about many things, Nam realized that almost all his life he had been making mistakes, and
this time he had made Saifah, an innocent person, bear the burden of his crime. Shame
prompted him to step forward and do the right thing for the first time, and that might also
be the last time because he would be punished for those actions.

~~~

According to Nam's testimony, the police had to reopen the case. Kanghan was very
happy that everything would soon go in the right direction. But he still couldn't talk
formally with Sailom, because after yesterday's incident, everyone's attention was focused
on Nam's confession, who had turned the case around, Sailom was also very happy because
his brother had been exonerated. Meanwhile, Kanghan also felt guilty for not trusting Saifah
as he had promised Sailom, and his biggest mistake was hurting Sailom's heart with his
words.

Although he wanted to speak formally with Sailom, at this moment he had to be close
to his father. He knew that his father could already move his fingers and begin to react. But
after the incident, she had been in this hospital room for a while, but she still didn't see the
miracle her grandmother had said. Kanghan sat on the chair next to his father's bed and
looked at his face. Today he looked a little better, which reassured him a little, at least his
father's situation hadn't worsened.

"Dad, when are you going to wake up and talk to me?"

"..."

"Now the culprit has been brought to justice."

"..."
 "Sailom also told Saifah that he will soon be released from prison."

"..."

"But I haven't had a chance to talk to you yet."

"I'm sorry I behaved so badly that I lost the good times I should have spent with
you."

"..."

"I wish I could have another chance to redeem myself, just once would be enough"
......................."

"..."

"I promise I'll become a good son and make you proud..."

Kanghan held his father's hand tightly in his warm hand, bowing his head to use the
back of his hand to wipe away his tears. Inadvertently, tears fell on the back of Mr. Gong's
hand. When he was little, that same hand had so often wiped the tears from his chubby face,
those same hands had also brushed the dust off his knees when he fell, those same hands
had unhesitatingly wiped away his sweat when he played happily.

There is no greater miracle than the love they gave each other...

Kanghan slowly raised his head, he felt that something was moving. Tears blurred
his vision, he had to blink repeatedly to see clearly, and then he saw a familiar smile, a smile
for him...

"Dad!"

Kanghan stood up and hugged his father with love and longing, not forgetting to
press the button to call the nurse outside to check on the situation. In the past few days, he
had twice experienced the feeling of almost losing a loved one, both his father and Sailom,
this made him realize even more clearly what was most important to him.
 Not the desire to win.

Not the desire to dominate everything.

Love and understanding... that was what drove him forward.

After waking up, Mr. Gong's condition gradually improved and he was able to tell the
police what had happened that night. Then everyone understood that when Mr. Gong woke
up and heard the ringing sound from downstairs, he had already called the police to inform
them of the situation, before going downstairs to investigate. It can be seen that there are
many good police officers, and that was why the ambulance would arrive in time to save Mr.
Gong. It can be confirmed that Mr. Gong's words resolved all misunderstandings about
Saifah, because what he said was consistent with Nam's testimony, so Saifah was
exonerated, and Nam was also arrested and imprisoned.

"So, what do you plan to do next?"

Sailom frowned at his older brother, who had just asked the question. Saifah had
returned home a few days ago, but due to news that he was in jail, no one dared to hire him.
Even though the truth had been revealed, that Saifah was not the one who had harmed Mr.
Gong, after all, Saifah had also done some bad things, such as scamming patients. Although
they were not prosecuted because they were all voluntary patients, their actions still
affected him.

"I'm asking you... aren't you listening?" Saifah asked again, because his younger
brother was ignoring him.

"I'm the one who should be asking you that."

"Although I haven't been able to find a job yet, I will soon." Saifah didn't know what
was worrying his younger brother, so he replied like this to reassure him. Although the
words sounded a little forced, because that was their character, but the two brothers
understood each other very well, they always cared for each other.

"So, what do you plan to do?"

Now they no longer had to pay their father's debts, because the creditor Jeng had
died, but their daily life also required spending money on everything. For now it was fine,
they could rely on the money Sailom earned working at the auto shop to cover their daily
expenses.

"Don't you want to go back to being a nursing assistant and continue the job of
caring for elderly patients?"

"I really want to, but it seems like there won't be any chance anymore."

"I feel like there will certainly be someone who understands you and gives you a
chance at any time."

"Forget it, even if I can't continue with my old job, there will always be work I can
do."

At that moment, Sailom did not want to remind him that she had warned him many
times, because he had changed his mind and was ready to start a new life. As a younger
brother, he came over to sit next to her and squeezed her hand instead of all the words he
wanted to say.

You reap what you sow, just as Newton's third law had said: 'When one object exerts
a force on a second object, the second object exerts a force of equal magnitude and in the
opposite direction on the first object.' In other words, what goes around comes around, no
one escapes the consequences of their actions.

The knocks on the door brought the two brothers out of their thoughts, they looked
at each other in surprise. It was already very late, there certainly wouldn't be anyone
coming to pick them up, because even if it was a little earlier, there weren't usually frequent
visitors either.

"Let me open the door." Saifah stood up and said, because he could not determine
whether the person on the other side of the door was good or bad, past experiences had
taught him to be cautious.

"Kanghan, Mrs. Ging... Mr. Gong." Although Saifah's voice was very low, since the
distance was not far, Sailom was startled and turned around.
 "What have you come for?" Saifah asked uncertainly, worried that he had made
another mistake.

"We came to talk to you." Mrs. Ging felt that she was the eldest person here, so she
was the first to speak out about her intentions.

The two brothers had no choice but to invite the three guests to their small, cramped
house. Sailom looked at Kanghan, who just sat quietly without saying a word, and then Ms.
Ging's voice attracted all his attention.

"First... I apologize for my hasty judgment when things were still unclear." Mrs. Ging
glanced at Saifah and then turned her guilty gaze to Sailom.

"I also want to thank Saifah for helping me that night, if it wasn't for you, I might be
dead already." Mr. Gong had always been very grateful for Saifah's kindness, today he had
almost fully recovered and he wanted to thank him personally.

"If you want us both to go back and continue taking care of your family like before,
do you hold a grudge against us?"

Saifah and Sailom didn't dare to look at each other, although Mrs. Ging didn't say it
clearly, they knew what she meant was for Saifah to come back to take care of her, and let
Sailom help Kanghan with her studies, like before.

"Don't say that. I'm just afraid that everyone will hate me." Saifah spoke softly, the
self-confidence he had had vanished since those evil deeds had caused him to fail.

"Let's start over and give ourselves a chance to make things right... okay?

Saifah looked at Mrs. Ging with emotion, the people of this family had given him so
many opportunities, and now he was fortunate enough to be able to return once again.

"Alright". Saifah agreed, teary-eyed and determined that this time he would not let
them down.

"And Sailom?"
 "Um... I..." Sailom looked at the person he was supposed to be looking after as if
seeking advice, but Kanghan's silence confused him, because that meant she didn't want to
go back to him.

"I want to talk to Sailom first." Kanghan spoke for the first time, taking the
bewildered person's slender arm, leading him out of the house for the adults to continue
the conversation.

Kanghan let go of Sailom's arm and instead took her hand, interlacing their fingers
as she tried to push him away. It wasn't until they reached a wide grassy field where
Kanghan used to practice soccer when he fought with his father and moved into Sailom's
house, that Sailom was finally able to free her hand from his grip.

"If you don't want me to come back, just say it clearly, we don't need to have a
conversation here." Sailom said sadly. He thought he would see a tense expression like his
on Kanghan's face, but instead he saw a smile on the corner of his lips, as if he understood
something.

But he didn't understand!

"What are you laughing at?"

"Why can't I laugh?"

"Aren't we supposed to be having a serious conversation?"

"Only you are serious."

"What are you playing at?" He looked at him angrily, seeing the person relaxed and
carefree, while he was so upset that he almost died.

"I'm not playing around, I'm also serious."

"Seriously about what? Say it clearly, don't play with me and make me feel..."

"Take you home with me."

Kanghan interrupted and Sailom fell silent. Two pairs of eyes looked at each other,
as if they wanted to exchange the intense feelings swirling within. Kanghan's previous
actions were not something that hadn't hurt Sailom, but at this moment, something was
becoming clearer and clearer, and it was reminding him in his mind.

"Going back to our home... is that okay?"

"That's your house..." Sailom replied softly, but Kanghan responded with a loving
smile at the other's downcast expression.

"I know you're angry, I know the things I did were terrible, but you know what?... I
can't hate you even for a day."

"But your attitude at that time, no matter how you look at it, seemed like you hated
me."

"What made you think that?"

"Well... at that moment you seemed very angry, to the point of not even looking at
me."

"I'm sorry... I didn't know what to do at that moment. I was only able to talk to my
father in the last few days. We fought for so long that I didn't even have the chance to do
anything to make him proud of me, then this happened. I blamed myself and blamed others,
I admit that I was very arrogant at the time and acted too impulsively, I won't make excuses,
I was really wrong."

"But can you forgive me? Will you give me a chance to love you once again? Alright?"

Sailom never expected to hear these words from Kanghan's mouth, he stood there
looking at those cold piercing eyes, the other also looked at him as if wanting to emphasize
that everything he had just said was very sincere. But he seemed to have prolonged the
waiting time for a response too much, making the person waiting anxious.

"Say something."

"What you said... can I believe you?"

 "Do you want to believe?"

Kanghan smiled and moved closer until the distance between them was only an
arm's length. He found that even this distance was already too dangerous, because the
person only a few centimeters shorter than him was raising his head to look at him while
thinking, these movements made the person waiting for an answer excited to the point of
almost being unable to contain himself.

Damn! He's so damn cute!

"You're taking too long to think about it."

"So... about studying..."

"If we love each other... can't you teach me anymore?"

"I'm afraid you might get distracted."

"Then let's prove that."

"How do we prove it?"

"We will establish a proposition that while dating Professor Sailom, his tutor,
student Kanghan can still pass the exams and enter one of the best universities."

"So what are the variables?" I wanted to know how this student who likes to argue
would respond.

"Kanghan, Sailom and..." Kanghan placed his fingertip on his own chest and then
passed it to Sailom, emphasizing the location of the heart.

"Our feelings."

"..."

"We will prove that what I am saying is true..."

"It could become a reality."

 Sailom completed Kanghan's words, this drew a radiant smile from the waiting
person. Kanghan lowered his face until his breath brushed the other's nose and put his arm
around his waist to bring him a little closer.

"So, if we now set a proposition that student Kanghan will receive a sweet kiss from
his classmate Sailom."

"It could also come true."

The person who answered raised his head to look at him, so that the other could feel
the joy in his heart. Kanghan slowly tasted the other's thin lips, patiently absorbing every
bit of the sensation of the contact between them. He wanted to give Sailom a kiss that would
make his heart tremble, to make up for the violent kiss he gave him due to his recklessness.

The soft and warm touch made Sailom almost unable to stand, her slender arms
clung tightly to the front of Kanghan's shirt, then she responded with a kiss that also deeply
moved him. Using this to replace the thoughts in his heart, not even a thousand words
would be as clear as this kiss.

Like... the feelings they had for each other.

CAPITULO 26

The grey bars in front of him had become somewhat familiar, as he had seen them
frequently lately, but now Saifah was no longer sitting in his old spot, it was now Nam's
turn, who was smiling at him.

"How have you been lately?"

"I should be the one asking you that, Nam." Saifah smiled, and Nam smiled too.

"It's not so bad in here."

"But it's not that good either." Those who had been there knew that very well.

"Yeah... "If only I had listened to your warning that day, everything would have been
much better."
 "You can't go back in time, but you can choose how you will live your life from now
on."

"You're right, thinking about it carefully, I feel that everything that is happening now
is going in the right direction, in the sense that we must all bear the karma we have sown."
Nam smiled.

"No one can escape their own actions, not me, not even Mr. Jeng, who always
believed he was very smart."

"Yeah." Nam nodded in agreement.

"So, how have you been? What are you doing now?"

Saifah told her that she had a chance to take care of Ms. Ging again, and that Sailom
had also returned to tutor Kanghan. Now their lives could be said to be good, as they no
longer had to flee from creditors as before.

"I'm so glad your life has changed for the better, and I'm sorry I put you in here at
the time."

"I know that at that time you just wanted to help me, otherwise Mr. Jeng would have
killed me."

"But you still had to suffer a lot because of what happened that day."

"I feel like I learned a lot of lessons from that, both in thinking and in my way of life. I
don't just think about getting benefits from others, sometimes giving also makes me feel
happy and satisfied."

"You've changed a lot, Saifah."

"But I'm still your friend."

"Yes... you are the only friend who has always wanted the best for me."

"You too."
 "Please live life outside for me, for those of us on the inside like me, it seems we
won't have the chance to make our dreams come true anymore."

"I'll wait for you to come out... and then we'll travel abroad as we said." Saifah's
words made Nam remain silent for a long while.

"With our own effort, we will have a good life, with a car and a house."

"But I will work hard for my dream of traveling around the world." Nam smirked.
Although he was imprisoned and without freedom, dreams have no limits, so once again he
drew his future dreams.

"So in the meantime, I'll try hard to work and save money, and I'll wait for you."

"I'll be out soon and we'll fulfill our dream together."

Saifah and Nam looked at each other smiling, they didn't know when that day would
come, or how long they would have to wait. But right now, dreams were their only source of
life, what they could hold on to and continue forward on this path, hoping that the road
ahead would not be as bumpy as the one they had already traveled.

At the same time, in Chonburi, just as the final inter-school friendly football match
had just finished, cheers could be heard throughout the stadium. Kanghan had successfully
landed a shot that led his team to victory at a critical moment. There were shouts of
celebration, with voices chanting the name of the hero of the day. The main source of that
voice, apart from the shameless father who stood up to applaud and praise his son, could
not have been any other.

"Very well, son."

Kanghan ran to his father, who was smiling brightly and looking at him. After
presenting the cup and gold medals to the winning team, he was so happy and proud of
himself that he had to hug his father to hide the tears of exhaustion that threatened to break
out at this moment.

"I'm very proud of you." Mr. Gong said as he tightened his hug.
 "That shot was for you, Dad." Kanghan pulled away from his father's embrace and
said, like a child showing his award to an adult, then took off the medal he was wearing
around his neck and handed it to him.

"What are you giving it to me for? Or do you want me to keep it for you?

"I give it to you because you were the one who made it possible for me to get here
today."

"It was your own effort that brought you here today."

"That was one part, but you were the first one to make me like football, the first one
to teach me how to play when I was little, the first one to whom I wanted to give this medal
when I won it.

"Kanghan..."Mr. Gong pulled his son into a hug again.

For Mr. Gong... as a father, his reward was not his son's success, but being able to see
his son happy with the path he had chosen. In the past, with his role as hands that embraced
and held the child, if he wanted to know how he felt, Kanghan's smile today was the most
appropriate answer.

Sailom had been sitting next to Mr. Gong to watch the game, and he stepped aside so
that father and son could be alone. But Kanghan took Sailom's delicate hand and held it
firmly, without letting go, so that his father could see.

"I feel like... I should call your grandmother to give her the good news."

"Alright." Kanghan smiled, he could see that his father already knew about his
relationship with Sailom. And his father didn't say anything, he just looked at them with a
look of half understanding and half mockery, and Kanghan understood that he didn't object.

"You've been spoiling Sailom more than me lately, haven't you?" Kanghan joked, but
his father just smiled brightly, then turned to look at him, waiting for his answer.

"Or let's just let grandma decide. "I don't care what we eat."
 "Then I'll talk to her first to see what we should order. If anything is missing, I can
also ask Saifah to take her to the market in the car."

Ever since Saifah had returned to work at that house, she had devoted all her time to
taking care of Mrs. Ging in every detail, whether it was her health or taking her shopping to
the market to cook for the family, to the point that they really seemed like grandmother and
grandson, despite not being related in any way.

"Now you spoil Sailom more than me, don't you?" Kanghan joked, but the other gave
him a fierce look.

"Okay, I won't do anything to embarrass you in front of my father."

"In front of everyone."

Kanghan shrugged indifferently, this reaction made Sailom sure that the other would
not stop expressing his love in front of other people. It's not that he didn't like it, it's just
that he still hadn't gotten used to it, so he always seemed very shy, and lately his friends
had also started making fun of him.

"During the game earlier..."

Kanghan sat down in the stands and the people there began to leave little by little.
He took the other's wrist and they sat together. His sharp gaze fixed on the wide football
field in front of them, he never thought the day would come when he would play football to
the point of being able to hold that cup in his hands.

"I think I want to take football more seriously."

"Hmm?"

"But maybe it's too late for me to join the national team."

"Because? You're still in your late teens."

"I started too late, most in the national team have to be in the reserve for a few
years, and then play within the age range allowed, like
"Guy". Kanghan looked at Sailom's friend, who was standing on the field with the other
team members.

"It was also after joining the same team as him that I learned about his dream. It
really makes you admire him, how he got to where he is today just through his own efforts
since he was little."

"Yes, Guy wants to join the national team, and he has always really tried hard."

"That's why I think it would be very difficult for me to reach that level, because I'm
just now starting to take it seriously."

"It's understandable."

"But I still want to do something related to football, there is a profession that

interests me."

"What profession?"

"Football coach".

Sailom blinked at the other, and when he told him about his dream, he smiled
brightly. Although it was unexpected, beneath her surprised gaze was filled with joy and
pride, which the other also noticed, so Kanghan's smile grew even wider.

"I've been given so many wonderful opportunities, from my family, my friends... and
from you too, so I want to become someone who can provide opportunities for others."

"Becoming a football coach?"

"Yes, I want to try and be the one who encourages other people's dreams, and train
children with the same dreams to grow in this way. Because I know this path is not easy, so
I want to help others make their way... what do you think?

"What else can I say, other than support you and help you?"

"You are so adorable." Kanghan rarely felt like reaching out and pinching that round
face.

"Then you won't study Communications."

"I will study Sports, even at the same university as you."

"Well, I fully support you."

"But you'll still have to give me private lessons until I pass my exams."

"Who else could it be but me, I won't let anyone else take this job from me."

"You say it like it's about money or something else."

"It's about money, filling your belly is the most important thing."

"Are you serious? "Not even a little bit for possession?"

"What good do you have that I should possess?"

"Many people find me attractive, especially since I led the team to victory, I will
definitely become more popular than before."

"And?"

"Aren't you afraid that I'll fall in love with someone else?"

"Would you fall in love?"

"I wouldn't do it." Kanghan replied haughtily.

"So what would I have to fear? "Anyway, you're very sure of me."

"Would you stop being so adorable?"

"So that?"

"Because I can't stand it, I want to kiss you right now."

Sailom's eyes widened, and he escaped from the arms that were hovering over him
to kiss him. How could it be, when the other teammates were still sitting here? They had
just won the championship, so everyone took turns taking pictures with the big cup; they
wouldn't be going home early. So Sailom ran to his friends, Kanghan also went after him,
and then the laughter made them complete in their youth, they took a photo together and
kept this memory.

A few months later...

The stands next to the school's soccer field were filled with conversation. In his
senior year, Sailom couldn't imagine how he had gotten through those difficult times, but
when he recovered, both he and his friends entered their senior year of high school.

The hot late-season weather had even non-football players at the school coming
over after school to sit and cool off, and for Sailom, this was one of their daily routines. He
had to come and sit and watch Kanghan train so they could go home together afterwards.
Their daily evening homework sessions continued unabated, as did their relationship,
which continued to develop, so friends stopped bothering them as well. Although they were
not openly a couple, everyone knew they had gone beyond friendship.

"Give me some water."

With a ragged sigh, someone came running up and stopped in front of him, Sailom
looked away from the wide soccer field and turned to grab a bottle of water he already had
ready and handed it to the person still waiting.

"No, give it to me in the mouth."

"Aren't you supposed to play football with your feet? Your hands aren't tired, are
they? Sailom asked pointedly.

"You're cold to me, be careful or that couple will beat us."

Kanghan turned around to the court, where two people were standing there chatting
animatedly. Nava and Guy had become closer, Nava became a member of the school soccer
team after he acted as a goalkeeper at the sports festival, Guy saw Nava's skills and with a
friend like Kanghan on the team inviting him, he agreed to join.
 Although there was friction because Kanghan teased Sailom, so they didn't seem to
get along very well initially. But because Guy was injured and couldn't compete, and Sailom
also had some problems at the time, Nava became the one to take care of Guy. But to be
honest, the two got along better than anyone expected, and looking back, that was a good
sign.

"They're just friends." Sailom gave his opinion, although he thought the same as
Kanghan, but he wanted to know what the other would say next.

"What kind of friends have that kind of physical contact all day?"

Nava and Guy weren't exactly competing for the ball, it was clear they weren't just
"friends." Because they weren't far away, Kanghan and Sailom could see the two of them
laughing happily as Nava hugged Guy from behind.

"Guy and I hug sometimes, too." Sailom said, turning his head to look at the person
who was glaring at him.

"Since when do you hug him?"

"When you can't see."

"Sailom." That low tone sounded like a threat, but it made the person called laugh
out loud.

"No more hugs, Guy is not like before, he is not single anymore." Sailom looked at the
couple in the field.

"Don't let Nava's carefree attitude fool you, he's also very possessive of his things."

"You mean... Guy?"

"Yes, it must be something very important for Nava to take care of it from morning to
night. Nava joined the football team, besides liking football, perhaps he already liked
something else."

"Is that something else also Guy?"

 "Do you still doubt it?" Kanghan raised his hand and gently tapped his boyfriend on
the head.

"Also, the most important thing is that if you look closely at Nava's eyes, you'll see
that he almost ate Guy."

"Don't talk as if you haven't done the same with Sailom." Mac, who was not far away,
clearly heard what Kanghan and Sailom were saying to each other, he couldn't bear it
anymore and turned around to shake his head with Auto, Auto was now also friends with
this group.

"Why do you meddle in matters that do not concern you, Mr. Mac?" Kanghan glared
at his friend, threw the empty water bottle he had drank at him, but the other deftly dodged
it and then turned around to tease Kanghan with a smile.

"I don't meddle in other people's business, it's just that seeing them like this makes
me sick."

"It's true, they show no consideration for us singles." Pimfa raised her head from the
phone screen in her hand to voice her opinion, causing Kanghan and Sailom to look at her
for a slip-up.

"Who's single is smiling while looking at their phone?" Sailom scoffed, and the object
of his mockery blushed.

"I'm really single."

"Single but with prospects, or single and lonely?" Sailom watched her embarrass
herself and lower her head, feeling empathy, so he didn't continue to bother her. Kanghan
and Sailom just looked at each other, because they understood very well what was
happening.

"What, Pimfa has prospects?" Mac, who didn't know about this, asked in surprise,
looking at Auto for an answer.

"I don't know either." Auto replied, then turned to look at Pimfa, but she only smiled,
as if she wanted to dismiss her friend's doubts without any intention of resolving them.
Kanghan and Sailom just looked at each other, because they understood very well what was
happening.

"Don't tell her anything for now, she will tell it when she is ready, when the time
comes she will tell it herself."

In fact, Kanghan wasn't the first in the group to find out about Pimfa. Sailom had
noticed and told her that there were no secrets between them, and that Pimfa was also a
good friend of hers.

It all started with Professor Nabdao's resignation, because Nabdao was going to
study abroad. As a younger brother who always welcomed her help, Sailom went to
congratulate her, and through her story he learned a lot about Nabdao. The thing is, Nabdao
wanted Sailom to help take care of someone.

At first, Sailom thought Nabdao would go abroad with her boyfriend, because she
said the dream was something they had planned together, but they had broken up, so
Nabdao wanted to stop studying abroad. But Pimfa found out, because Nabdao had helped
train the cheerleading team for the sports festival, so they knew each other, and thanks to
Pimfa's persuasion and encouragement, Nabdao regained her determination and
successfully obtained the master's scholarship. He resigned near the end of the semester
and only flew back to the United States last month.

After this affair, the relationship between these two people began to blossom...

"So that leaves Auto and I without a partner, right?" Mac groaned and moaned to the
laughter of everyone, including Nava and Guy who had just joined them.

"It's better this way, that way you'll focus seriously on your studies. You're about to
graduate from high school, do you already know which university you want to go to and
what to study? Auto reminded him.

"Every time I think about it, my head hurts. I don't know what career I want to study,
I don't know what job I want when I grow up. I just know that I will live a life without
dreams."

"You are not the only one without dreams, many are like that, but they still live
happy and satisfied." Kanghan said.

"It's true, there are those who find their calling only in the middle of their life."
Sailom added.

"What will you study, Nava?" Mac asked another friend, not knowing what the
others would do in the future.

"Video game programming."

"Seriously or jokingly?" Everyone stared and spoke in unison at the video game
addict, the university Nava had just mentioned had a design focus on information
technology.

"Seriously, I've always liked this aspect and I also want to show everyone that video
games don't make a person useless."

"You really surprise me." Mac proudly beat his friend's chest.

"Yes, but it's not that easy to get in, I'm not like a certain person with a scholarship
who is giving private lessons out there."

"Why are you suddenly attacking me?" Kanghan glared at his friend.

"So, how about you lend me Sailom for a week?" Nava continued to tease him, but
this time Kanghan immediately put his arms around the person beside him, as if claiming
ownership.

"I'm not lending it to you."

"Then give it to me."

"Are you looking for me to hit you, Nava? Go beg Guy to help you."

"Hey! "Don't bring me into this." Guy shouted.

 "I don't care, this person is mine."

"Since when am I yours?" Sailom kicked the person who refused to let go.

"Kanghan just doesn't want to lend it, I've tried before, he always asks me for it
back." Pimfa also joked around, then everyone laughed at Kanghan's infatuation.

Who would have thought that this group of people once got along so badly that they
actually hit each other. They say that adolescence is when one is most irritable and
impulsive, but it is also the age to make as many good friends as possible. Because in this
friendship, there are no complicated issues of interest between adults.

Sailom did not know if they would fulfill their dreams in the future, or how each of
their lives would turn out. But right now, he was satisfied with his present life, he would try
to save as many good memories as possible.

"It's still a fresh breeze for my windmill."

While the other friends were joking around, a whisper sounded next to his ear,
causing Sailom to turn to look at the person sitting next to him who was still hugging him
around the waist.

"Because if there is no wind, this mill could not turn."

"If there were no windmill, this breeze would disperse aimlessly."

"I really can't live without you."

"Then I will always be with you."

"Do you promise?"

"Yes... I promise."

Their pinkies were firmly linked, like a symbol replacing childish promises, but
everyone knew how sincere and fervent they were in keeping that promise. Although at this
moment they couldn't see what the future held for them, they didn't know if they could hold
on to the design of their dreams, they didn't know if the road they were about to walk
would be bitter or sweet, but as long as the wind blew, the windmill would definitely keep
turning, they had each other...unchanged.

-- End --