Tharntype The Series, Seven Years After, Chapter 17: People who are strong on the outside but weak on the inside.

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Tharntype The Series, Seven Years After, Chapter 17: People who are strong on the outside but weak on the inside.

“Bastard, do you remember the girl from next door, next door, next door? That’s the girl who went to school in Chiang Mai.”

“Which one’s next door? We’ve got several neighbors.”

“Ahhh, that’s the girl who got into Chiang Mai University, long hair, very pretty.”

“Can’t remember.”

“Oh aah, how come your memory is worse than my bad old man’s, the girl with the nice body and the plump ass.”

“So what if I remember? So what if I don’t? Dad, that girl with the long hair, the pretty face, the shapely a*ss you were talking about, you were so observant, why? You want a lover in your old age?”

“Fu*ck you, don’t you see what I mean?”

   Type is already finding it hard to stay in this house, because his father not only encourages him to break up with his Bangkok boyfriend every day but also today, he is trying to introduce a girl to him. Type’s brow was furrowed and he had a feeling that the words coming out of his father’s mouth would not be to his liking.

“No! I don’t want to understand at all.”

Type replied faintly and then tried to flee the scene but it seems that he underestimated his father, who used to be able to beat brown bears with his bare hands.

“Hey, Dad, you’re trying to kill me!”

Type couldn’t go at all, because his father was quick enough to pull out the cane in front of him and if he hadn’t ducked in time, it would have hit him in the face!

“It’s not enough to kill you, it’s enough to crack your skull, then we’ll take you to the hospital.”

“Hey, Dad, get out of my way.”

“So where do you want to go?” Father Type won’t let him go.

“Oh aah, I’m done with my work, I’ve left my job but I need my privacy too.” If it wasn’t for the fact that he’s his father, Type would have yelled at his father for minding his own business but he wanted to respect his father, so he tried to speak in a calm tone but his father didn’t seem to be giving up easily, so he expressed his intentions straightforwardly.

“Then go and say hello to that girl.”

   See, that’s what I thought.

“Why should I, I don’t even remember her parents’ faces, names or ages, so I’m sure they don’t remember me either.”

However, Type’s father is smiling with eight teeth and the contrast between his white teeth and his dark skin is so striking that he seems to have inherited these characteristics from his father.

After that, Type’s dad said excitedly, “Who said that, when I saw you today, she delivered something to me, she said she hadn’t seen you for a long time, didn’t you see how she looked when she was talking? Why don’t you go say hello? She’s really pretty, even prettier than your mother was when she was young.”

Type’s father was getting more and more excited but the person listening, his face had the look of someone who has taken a bitter pill, or a bitter pill mixed with wormwood.

“Don’t say hello, she’ll be back to school soon and your son will go back to Bangkok to work and the rest of the world will never come.”

“But I heard her say she’d come back to work home after graduation.”

Please let me die! Please let me die!!

Snap!

Type doesn’t care about his father’s identity anymore, slaps the table hard and squeezes out a few words through his teeth, “Say what you want, don’t beat around the bush!”

Type’s dad immediately smiled like a loving father: “I want a daughter-in-law, you go after her and make her my daughter-in-law.”

Bang! BANG!!

   No matter if they would call him disobedient or not, Type couldn’t care less, he shot up again, veins pulsing at his temples, angry, so angry that he wanted to snatch his father’s cane and shove it in his mouth to shut him up but of course it was just a thought.

Type was so angry that he didn’t know what to do, he shouted, “Dad, listen to me, no matter how pretty you find a girl with tits as big as watermelons, I don’t want her and I’m not interested in s-x at all, I’m already seeing someone and I’m seeing a man, so you don’t have to keep encouraging me to break up with you, because you’re… I won’t break up even if I have to say it but we’re still together, just for a while!!!!”

Type couldn’t stand it any longer, he blocked the crutches that were blocking his way and Type’s father shouted angrily, “How dare you talk to your father like that, you ungrateful son!!”

Type thought it would be better to leave quietly but he couldn’t help but explode at the sight of his father’s incessant behavior and ran to the other side of the house to get help, calling out to his mother, “Mom! Mom!” he called out to his mother, “Mom! My father says he wants the daughter of a certain family in the village as his lover and that the daughter is many times more beautiful than you were when you were young!”

“Type, you son of a bi*tch!”

Type didn’t care what his father said, he jumped on the motorcycle, started it and ran away. After that, his parents could fight or not, if his father kept instigating him to break up, he would sooner or later get fed up with it.

Type really doesn’t like people telling him what to do, no matter how angry he is with Tharn, no matter how much he argues, he doesn’t need anyone to break up with him, even if it’s his parents, no matter who.

With that in mind, Type stepped on the gas pedal, just to get to his destination. His destination was a tavern, where someone was already waiting for him with a drink.

“Jeez, Type, what took you so long, you’re late…”

Before the other party could finish complaining, Type picked up the beer from the table and gulped it down.

“Hey, that’s my beer!”

Yes, the first one to arrive was Kom, Type’s best friend, who had moved in with his foreign husband but as soon as he heard that Type was back, he came back on his bike yesterday.

When his best friend arrived and poured drinks without saying a word, Kom yells at the top of his lungs, unaware that Type is going crazy because his father is forcing him to accept a girl he doesn’t like.

Kom: “Calm down brother, what’s going on? It was fine yesterday.”

Type sat down on his ass, sitting across from Kom, a look of murder on his face, a tone of displeasure, “Had a fight with my dad.”

“Arguing with uncle? You’re the pride of his father, when you finished your master’s degree, he told the whole village, he told everyone, he wanted to inform the village yellow dog, he wanted the whole world to know that his son is going to be a success, or so my mother said.” Kom thought it was funny, then continued, “So what did you and your father fight about?”

Type was stunned for a long time, lowered his head and poured himself a drink, then said, “My father wants me to get married.”

“Huh? But don’t you have a… Are you seeing anybody?” The last thing Kom said was in Type’s ear, he figured Type didn’t want to come out in public but Type didn’t seem like the type to come out.

Type brought Tharn back a few times but not many people knew about their relationship and the neighbors thought the handsome foreigner was Type’s best friend.

“I’m in a cold war with him.”

“Hey, aah, aah, why are you always fighting with him? Don’t tell me you came back because you had a fight with him.” Kom’s got that “here we go again” look on his face.

Type pulled down his face: “Do you think I’m a coward… Of course not, I came back because my dad got hurt, I came back to take care of the old man and just happened to have a cold war with him.” In Type’s opinion, if his childhood friend is willing to come out, he won’t hide anything from him and he’s been drinking, so many things he doesn’t want to talk about have come out.

“It’s not good that you’re separated after such a fight.”

“I know,” he said he knew it wasn’t good to be separated like this but he couldn’t go back to Bangkok yet, not for a few weeks at least, not until his father’s foot was almost healed.

“If you know it’s bad, then make up.”

“I’m not wrong about this.” Type remained stubborn and Kom laughed… causing Type to frown.

“What are you laughing at?”  asked Type with a serious look on his face and as the hairdresser cleared his throat like he was in control, he couldn’t resist lifting the table.

“Type ah Type.” Kom lifted a hand to Type’s shoulder, shook his head again with a grin and continued, “There’s no one right or wrong when it is about love.”

“…”

“I don’t want to preach to you but if you always think you’re right and Tharn thinks he’s right, I think you two are going to get cold feet. It’s not about who’s soft in a relationship and if you breaks up like your dad encouraged, you won’t even have a place to cry and then don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

Kom smiled at Type as an onlooker, probably thinking that they were just having a little fight.

Type said depressingly, “He said I cheated on him.”

“…”

Kom’s eyes widened immediately, pointing at Type’s face with his mouth wide open in surprise, “Fu*ck! You…”

“If you believe that too, I’ll guarantee to splash you with beer and press your head into the sea!”

On hearing that, Kom immediately shut his mouth and looked thoughtful, “If you didn’t cheat, no, no, no, you couldn’t have cheated, so where did Tharn get the false information that you cheated?” When Type raised his hand to splash him, Kom immediately changed his tune and said he couldn’t have cheated on him, while raising his hand to beg him not to do it yet.

“He… saw me k-issing someone else but I wasn’t careful and that bastard forced me to k-iss him.” Type didn’t wait for Kom to continue, so he spoke on his own.

Kom was stunned, a bit afraid of Type’s sudden agitation, so he said cautiously, “Type, calm down, listen to me, to be honest, if I were you, I would be angry too, wait, listen to what I have to say, you can yell at Tharn all you want, then I will be your tree. But before you do, listen to what I have to say about this from an observer’s point of view.”

Seeing Kom’s face as if he was afraid of kicking the iron plate, Type couldn’t help but whisper to himself, “Do I really look that scary?

At first Type wanted to interrupt Kom but they wouldn’t allow it, kept telling him to calm down and he looked like he was serious.

“You may be angry at being labeled as unfaithful, even though you didn’t do anything wrong to Tharn but look at it from Tharn’s point of view. Whoever saw that happening with their own eyes would be furious and if they’re not, then they don’t love you. OK, he said it was a bit harsh of you to cheat on him but he said it in anger. I’m not going to lie, my boyfriend called me a slut when he was jealous!”

   Maybe Kom’s example is too graphic, Type is speechless.

   If I call Tharn a slut, he’ll kick me to death.

“Do you think I wasn’t angry? Of course I was angry but when he calms down, we’ll talk and we’ll be fine. Let me guess, a character like you wouldn’t wait until he calms down to talk to him, right?” Kom, knowing Type’s temperament, saw Type’s silent face away.

“What did you say to him?” Kom continued to ask questions.

“What makes you think I said anything to him?”

“Type, you and I grew up together, we were close enough to share a pair of trousers, we knew what was on your mind and would just say it, it’s almost as if you had no words, I feel for Tharn considering how angry you were.”

Type didn’t really want to talk about it but he was relieved to have a friend who was willing to be his outlet and he replied, “I said… If you don’t trust me, we’ll take a break for a while.”

“Ugh!!!”

Kom sighed at Type, who had thought he was right, grinded his teeth, wanted to throw the beer in his face but paused at his next words.

“Haven’t you punished him enough?”

Type was stunned, his mind suddenly blank and his hand trembling as he held the glass.

“It is he who is being unreasonable.”

“Who doesn’t make a fool of themselves when they’re in a relationship? And don’t say you don’t.” Kom’s words made Type unable to reply and suddenly Kom was a much scarier person than Techno.

Techno was afraid to say anything because he was afraid of him but not Kom, he was always straightforward with Type.

“Don’t defend him, you don’t know him, I’m telling you, he’s a man who likes to think things out of his mind, he loses his temper over trivial things, he hides in the bedroom when I don’t calm him down, he’s always talking about marriage, what marriage, how two grown men can get married you tell me! He’s jealous over the slightest thing. He’s even jealous of the toilet bowl if I squat over it for a while! (LAUGHS)!” After that, Type poured another gulp of beer into his mouth, causing Kom to laugh.

Laughed his a*ss off!

“You know, from what you’re saying, there’s only one thing I can see…” Without looking at Type’s face, Kom gently rubbed the glass in his hand, laughing again.

“You’re a man to be envied and jealous of!”

“Huh?”

“Because you let me know how much your boyfriend loves you… Hahahaha, so much that he’d eat vinegar from a toilet bowl!”

“…”

It wasn’t the word “toilet” that froze Type, it was the preceding sentence.

“You probably don’t even know how much you’ve just bragged about how much your boyfriend loves you, how possessive he is of you. You’ve been in love for years and he’s still so possessive of you, he’s jealous of the toilet bowl, isn’t there usually a seven-year lost itch or something? Tharn has no such thing. My guy only gets jealous when he’s really attracted to me.” Kom laughed and said, Type sighed.

What kind of eyes did you see with? Fish eyes!

Of course, Type refused to admit that Tharn loved him very much. He only knew that Tharn was not polite to him at all, he used to listen and obey what he said. Now, the slightest thing comes to a head.

“Okay, okay, I’m not going to argue with you, let’s not talk about that guy today.”

“So talk about that girl your dad scouted for you?”

“Are you tired of living?!”

   Kom laughed again for a while but finally changed the subject. Type was trying to get the words out of his mind, letting the cool breeze blow on his face, trying to focus on his childhood friend whom he hadn’t seen for a long time. There is always a moment… when I can’t help but think of someone who is being unreasonable.

“Oh, when did you two get back?” Hearing this, Type and Kom looked over in unison and saw someone they’d known since childhood.

“Hello Uncle, I came back the day before yesterday, Type has been back for a while, by the way, are you here to talk?” Kom spoke to the uncle in a friendly tone and pointed to a group of uncles who were drinking and laughing not far away.

“Usually but not today, I’m just here to deliver an invitation.”

“What kind of invitation?”

The question brought a smile to his lips and a smile to his eyes.

“The invitation for the head shaving ceremony, my son is going to be a monk, by the way, give this to your father for me.” Type looked down at the white envelope in his hand and pulled out the invitation inside.

“How old is uncle’s son? How old is he?” Kom put the invitation in his pocket as he talked to himself.

“Kom.”

“Yeah?”

“Have you ever been ordained?”

“Yeah, have you?”

Type shook his head and returned, “Only as a Sannyasin (?) in a temple but not as a monk.”

Kom smiled at the news and said, “Then take this opportunity to shave your head and become a monk, let go of the pleasures of world, the dharma will help you to be at peace.”

Type doesn’t reply but just stares at the invitation in his hand, drinking quietly. He suddenly feels that he has been too selfish, so much so that he forgot to do something for his important person.

“Wait, you’re not serious, are you?” Seeing Type’s silence, Kom suddenly had a premonition.

“I may not be able to get married and have children the way my father wanted but at least… I can shave my head for him and pray for my parents.”

   Perhaps, this is the best time to do it.

 

****

 

“What did you say!”

“Dad, are you not only hurt your leg but also deaf?”

“I heard you say you wanted to become a monk!”

The old man was so shocked that he shouted at the top of his voice. Type lifted a hand to cover his father’s ear and nodded his head firmly.

“Yeah, you heard right, I’m going to become a monk.”

The old father probably thought his son was drunk, so he stood up and looked condescendingly at Type, “Wait, why so suddenly?”

“Aw, don’t you want me to become a monk for you? That’s fine.” Type couldn’t help but smile and he looked into his father’s confused but shining eyes, knowing that he would be pleasantly surprised.

At this point, his mother also spoke up and said, “This matter lies mainly with you and if you choose to become a monk against your will, you cannot do us any good.”

Type smiled and walked over to his mother and held her hand, “Mom, listen, I may not be able to give you grandchildren but I can shave my head for you and my father… this is what I really want to do, tomorrow I will talk to the abbot of the temple.”

The mother smiled kindly at her son and said, “If you have already made up your mind, I won’t stop you but now you should take a bath.” The mother struck her son several times on the shoulder and pretended to cover her nose.

Type smiled and agreed, turned around and went upstairs, the father behind him was laughing with joy but he heard his wife say, “Do you think our son will have broken the vow of lust before the shaving?”

“Eh, don’t you dare say that, he’s breaking s-x with someone, I don’t even want to hear your nonsense!”

The old father couldn’t help but shudder and retort loudly, the old mother shook her head at the old companion who didn’t want to accept the reality and said: “Okay, let’s not talk about the broken ring thing, the TV drama has started, it’s just getting to the exciting part, this actress is so young and so good at acting, if we polish the screen, she can definitely be your daughter in law.”

The old father knew that his partner was changing the subject, so he turned his face to watch the famous scene of the TV drama and muttered, “Gosh! If that brat could have such a beautiful girlfriend, I wouldn’t have a word against it.”

But he didn’t know, his son… would’ve had such a good-looking boyfriend.

“Mom, I’m going shopping, don’t let my dad out wandering around, he’ll get an infection later.”

“Yeah well, I’ll keep an eye on that stubborn old man.”

The sky had changed color, Type finished the work on the house and jumped on the motorcycle after he gave a shout to the mother in the house and went out… It was time for the Songkran holiday, which also coincided with the full moon and the mother and the workers were busy in the house, with the burden of the ungrateful old father.

Recently, Type hasn’t had much time to think about anyone because he’s been so busy with his work but at this moment,

“Shit! Get the fu*ck out of my head! Get out of my head!!!”

Type growled at the wind, someone who hadn’t contacted him for a week, someone he couldn’t help but miss whenever he had free time, someone he couldn’t shake off, someone he wanted to run over sometimes, someone who always disturbed his mind.

   Type always wonders: What does he eat? How does he live? How does he release his lust? He doesn’t know any of that.

   He didn’t even contact me. Did he even see my announcement? Just because I said we’ll talk when I get back, doesn’t mean he can’t call me before I get back, ass- bleep–hole!

   If you don’t call for a week, which river did you drown in!

The empty road, the trees backing up on both sides of the road and the bloodstained sky made Type’s heart tighten: “Don’t think about it, don’t think about it!” Type kept telling himself but the more he looked at the empty road, the more he felt that something was gnawing at his heart, as if his heart was empty.

   Finally, Type pulled the bike to the side of the road, he looked up at the darkening sky, the red haze in the sky seemed to wash away the sky, Type didn’t find this view beautiful, even though there were already many people out for the sunset, he still felt lonely, as if the excitement was all theirs, he had nothing.

   If he had… If he had someone by his side, the sunset would have been beautiful and watching it would have been romantic and yet he was alone and suddenly he felt a strong sense of loneliness.

   The loneliness that comes from within.

   Type’s grip on the handlebars tightened, his eyes felt swollen, dense with moisture. He let the sun rays fall on him.

   He sees sunsets like this every day.

   He rides his bike past those two rows of trees every day.

   He can see the open road every day at this time.

   He’s seen these scenes since he was a child but why, why is he facing these familiar scenes all by himself right now… and yet his heart is so strange? Why is his heart so unfamiliar?

   Why are you so lonely when you’re alone?

He makes himself busy every day but when he’s not busy… He misses that guy.

   Type looked down at the handlebars, the sun was going down on the sea and without the light, everything on earth and in the sky was going dark… Just like his heart.

   Tharn, where are you? What are you doing? Did you miss me?

   Tick-tock~.

   Is it raining?

   The water from nowhere fell on the back of his hand, Type froze, still lowered his head and let the water drops he thought came from the sky continue to fall. He took out his cell phone and without any thought or consideration, he firmly pressed the number he had in mind and dialed out without hesitation.

   What is prejudice?

   What is anger?

   What’s an argument?

To hell with all of it! The only thing he’s thinking about now is to tell that man,

   [Type?]

   The person on the other end of the line was calling his name, making the tears on the back of his hand well up and just hearing that person’s voice, that person just called his name and that person’s voice just sounded a little reluctant and all the strength he’d built up fell apart in an instant.

   He’s the one who looks strong on the outside but is weak on the inside.

Who knows how much suffering Type has endured these past weeks? The moment the call came through, the only thing he wanted to say was, “I miss you!”

The nostalgic feeling that sprang up from his heart at this moment, the feeling that he desperately wanted to tell that person, the feeling that he missed that person so much that he was going crazy, that he couldn’t stop the tears from flowing.

“Tharn, I miss you!”

   Everyone thinks I’m breaking up with you. Am I? I cried tears just parting from you. A man like me, who hardly cries, cried for you! Why does everyone think I’m indestructible? I miss you like crazy, just looking at the sky and the sea, I can miss you so much!

   Tharn, I can’t break up with you. Not ever!

No matter what,

“Tharn, I miss you, I miss you, I miss you… I miss you, I miss you, I miss you…”

   There were a thousand things he wanted to say to that person but right now, he just wanted him to know how much he missed him.

   Tharn, I’ve missed you!

 

 

 

 

 

~ TharnType The Series~

 

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