Tharntype The Series, Seven Years After, Chapter 20: An important part

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Tharntype The Series, Seven Years After, Chapter 20: An important part

“Hello Uncle, I heard from my brother Tharn that you are also following my work, thank you.”

“T… T… T… Type!”

“What’s wrong, Dad?”

“It’s… This is… Is this really Thanya herself? Is this voice her own voice too!!!!”

“Of course, did you think that sister Thanya came to our house out of your imagination?”

  Type had never seen his father shy, today was his lucky day.

   Today is the last day of the Thai New Year holiday, most of the tourists have returned to the city, but Type’s beach house has welcomed a wave of guests to join the blessing, including a special group of guests… Type’s boyfriend’s family… The Kiriguns

   There was an old man here who had once been able to kill a brown bear with his bare hands, stiff as a board, shaking his legs like chaff and who would have fainted on the spot if he had been stimulated even a little, standing in front of a young girl with long, straight, black hair, a lovely face and a sweet smile. It’s knotted.

   Type’s father was lost for words, he grabbed his son’s neck and started whispering to each other, just like a young boy who is excited to meet the girl he loves for the first time.

“Uncle, are you all right?”

“No, no, no, no, I’m fine, I’m fine, I’m healthy and strong, I’ll show you a muscle!” Type’s father did have a southern accent, but because of the speed of his speech, Thanya tilted her head in confusion, but she still smiled adorably at Type’s father, it was like an electric shock to the old man.

“Gee, what are you so excited about, old man? Get out of the way… Hello Thanya, thank you so much for coming to our house.” Type’s mother gave Type’s father a push on the shoulder, then approached Thanya, smiling kindly at Tharn’s parents and sister (who was now firing charm waves at Type’s father to help her brother).

“No, it’s not a problem at all, when the family knew Type was going to be a monk, everyone in the family wanted to come no matter what and we’ve been wanting to come for a long time, we should be the ones to say sorry for taking so long.” Tharn’s mother smiled a smile as sweet as her own daughter’s.

“Gee, I’d like to thank you, our Type always has trouble with your family in Bangkok.”

“No trouble, no trouble at all really, we’re the ones who bother Type, he cooks for us every break… Tharn’s father was very fond of heavy spiced Thai food.”

“He likes Thai food, I thought…”

“Yeah, they all have Western faces, but they all like Thai food enthusiast and Tharn’s the only one who likes Western food.”

The two mothers were chatting away and as the conversation was about to turn to their two sons, Type immediately turned to Tharn’s father, who was looking around with curious eyes.

“Daddy, I’m sorry, I just called to tell you, I actually wanted to come to the house and invite you guys to come with me but I just didn’t have time to go.”

“It’s okay, I know you’re busy, I’m just curious as to why you suddenly decided to become a monk.” Father Tharn let out a hearty laugh, then pulled Type around his neck and hugged him affectionately.

“It’s better to become a monk sooner rather than later, because your son will die of lovesickness.” Type said and raised his eyebrows, Tharn’s father laughed even louder.

Tharn, on the other hand, sighed.

“Well, don’t you be pitiful, don’t you think you can escape me like that?”

“I’m not pitiful… Daddy, where’s brother Thorn?”

Well, don’t think I don’t know you’re changing the subject.

“Ahem, he’s… He’s busy working.”

“Just tell Type you’re excited to get here and leave all your work to Thorn. Thorn flies here tomorrow afternoon, in time for your initiation.” Tharn’s mother turned to Tharn’s father, who turned his face away.

They say the older you get, the more you look like a child and Type finally understands the truth of that.

Look to the left… His father is as intoxicated with the charm of the love child as a little fan; look to the right… The foreign father is as excited as a child over a monkhood ceremony.

“Oh, so Mom and Dad can stay with us? Or I’ll hook you up with the B&B over there…”

“Hey! You brat, are you trying to tell me that our homestay isn’t good enough!!!” Usually the old man’s words were already neutral enough, but this time his voice deafened Type’s ears and Type had to shake his head.

“Dad, I didn’t say a word, I just didn’t think they’d be used to cramped rooms and besides, do you want a star like Thanya in a B&B like ours? You know our B&B’s are all next to each other, what if a relative peeps while Thanya is in the shower?” Type used Thanya as a shield, the old father immediately stopped talking… Type finally found his father’s weakness.

   I swear, I’m not smiling at all!

Whenever someone looked down on the B&B, his father would yell at him, in Thai and dialect, as if” my home is sacrosanct”, but this time, the old man was speechless.

“No, no, Type, no need to book us somewhere else, I think it’s beautiful, the view is great, the B&B is lovely and I’m sure the big brothers won’t do anything like peeping, right?” Thanya smiled sweetly at Type’s relatives who were spying on her, but Type was still worried.

Tharn’s fine, he can do whatever he wants, but unlike Tharn’s parents and sister, every time they’ve traveled with the family, they’ve never seen them in a place as spartan as theirs, a family of their stature would be more suited to a four- and five-star B&B on the other side of the beach.

But Tharn’s father shook his head,” Type, don’t bother, I like it here, mom likes it here and we’re not here for fun, we’re here for you son.” Tharn’s father tapped Type on the shoulder a couple of times, Type was stunned, looking at his boyfriend’s family, who had come just for him and thinking how lucky he was to have such a nice family… and how they were willing to accept his love, even if it was between men.

Tharn suddenly stroked Type’s head, ”Heard that right? So don’t be imagining things.”

Type hated to have his head touched, except when he was lying on the bed with Tharn, he would only allow his partner to touch his head.

And, it seems that the Tharn family’s actions have affected someone as well.

“I’ll show you to your room later, actually I’d like you to rest first, but there’s so much to do and Type’s decision to become a monk was so sudden, so I’d appreciate your help, anyway… They are both the sons of our families.”

   Oh, can somebody help me with my ears? What did my dad just say?

Type snapped back to his stubborn old man, the old man finally admitted what he had been denying, he scratched his head and didn’t look at Type, he looked at Tharn and said,” I didn’t accept you… Hey, I just did it for your parents and… Thanya’s sake.”

I always thought the emphasis was on Thanya in the back.

“Old man, why don’t you just accept it? What’s the point of being so arrogant? Can’t you see that Tharn’s family has accepted your son? Besides, Tharn is such a good kid. How many times has he eaten your dark super ultra-spiced chill cuisine without complaining? Besides, your son is willing to become a monk to make you feel better.” Type’s mother put in a good word, Type’s father ran away: “Come, Thanya, uncle will show you the room and if anyone tries to peep, tell uncle and he’ll blow their heads off.”

Type’s father led the way, Thanya winked back to everyone, the purpose of the little princess is to help her brother, so she followed Type’s father and at the same time her voice sweetly chatted with the old man, it looks like the old man will be busy for a while.

Type looked back at the people who had helped him and saw that everyone had come for him, which made the corners of his mouth turn up.

“Thank you!”

Type looked at the most important person in his life… Tharn.

   The man, who had looked like he’d taken a bitter pill when he heard he was going to become a monk, had now wholeheartedly accepted his decision, a major one in Type’s life.

“Type, all of us would do anything for you.”

Type couldn’t think of any other answer, so he said,” Yeah, I know.”

   That was the only answer Type could give at the moment, otherwise a man like him who could hardly cry would have burst into tears and he didn’t want to make a fool of himself in public.

Sand, sand, sand, sand.

“So you’re here.”

“Tharn…”

After dinner, he saw that Type had gone to the beach and followed him out, carrying his relatives who were preparing for the morning’s almsgiving. He followed Type in silence, looking at his broad and somewhat still back, until he stopped and sat on the beach, watching the sea breeze blowing against him. Type never knew how good his face looked with his hair, which was already long and blowing around, covering his handsome face. Tharn always found the quiet Type more attractive, but he knew that Type was not as calm as he seemed and he walked over to Type, put his hand on his shoulder and Type looked back at him.

   Type’s eyes don’t look calm, they’re troubled.

“Nervous?”

“Do I look like someone who get nervous?”  Type shrugged nonchalantly, Tharn just sat next to him, tilting his head to look at him quietly, Type watching the smile he’d forced on his face fade away.

“Of course I’m nervous… I can’t calm down.” Type buried his head and sighed deeply.

“You look too damn calm!”  Type grumbled somewhat.

“You think I’m really calm?” Tharn retorted, Type looked up at him and then smiled… Something unnatural, not at all like Type’s usual smile.

“Sorry, I made that decision without telling you beforehand.”

“I want to know…” That’s a question Tharn’s been wanting to ask for a long time.

“If we were still in a cold war, would you… Would you have told me you were going to become a monk?” Actually that question had been on his mind for a long time, if he hadn’t flown over to Type that day, would Type have called him?

At this question, Type paused and then looked up at the sea.

Sand… Sand… Sand…

After a while, Type spoke again.

“I don’t… Don’t know.”

“…”

Tharn didn’t say anything, Type continued, ”Don’t press me with your silence, I’m looking for a better answer!”  Type squared up, while shaking his head and scratching his hair vigorously.

“The truth is I didn’t know, it was because of my parents that I decided to become a monk and to put it bluntly, becoming a monk was just an excuse to get out of our fight and I didn’t know if I should call you or not…” Type looked very conflicted.

Type turned to gaze at Tharn,” But now that you’re here, with me, do you still not have my answers?”

Tharn was stunned… Then he lowered his head… He felt sorry for himself.

Yeah, right now Type’s looking at him, they’re together. What’s the point of all that nonsense? What’s the point of asking meaningless questions? He knew that Type was no less upset about the last fight than he was.

“Yeah, I don’t need answers anymore.”

“But I know…”  Type interrupted and Tharn looked at him and he smiled a little, a smile that caught Tharn’s eye.

“I’m glad you’re here at this time, with me.”

This time, Tharn was stunned for a while, he looked at Type’s smiling face and then…

“Ugh…”

“Hey, what are you sighing for, that’s the first time I’ve said something so cheesy!!!!”

   Type squared up, Tharn just buried his head, raked his hair lightly, he felt like he was losing it to Type.

   I can’t compare to you, you always know exactly where to find my weaknesses and how to make me love you more and more, until I can’t live without you anymore!

“I love you!”

   Type used to say that he didn’t need to be in love all the time, because he wasn’t a girl and didn’t need words to make him feel safe, but Tharn wanted to say that he wanted Type to know that he loved him, even if Type already knew it, but he just wanted him to know… He loved him more and more every day and no matter how many years had passed, his love for him had not diminished.

   Type was stunned by Tharn’s confession of love, although he doesn’t have a clear answer to Tharn’s question, but he is told that he loves him.

   The past month apart has made Tharn realize… Seven years is not only about love, but also about the inseparable attachment… A love that cannot be dissolved.

   When he came to his senses, he couldn’t be alone anymore.

   One of Type’s shoulders suddenly became very heavy.

“Ah?” Tharn wondered.

“Lend me your shoulder for a moment.” Tharn turned his head to see a round head resting on his shoulder and the muffled sound of his ears made him smile as he lifted his hand and placed it around the other man’s shoulder.

“Okay.”

Even though the sea breeze was sticky in the hot season, Type was a man who hated the heat and didn’t like to be covered in sweat, but today he just sat quietly and so did Tharn, listening to the waves and the sea breeze and… the sound of their hearts beating. The sound of their hearts beating.

For a while, only Type mumbled,” A month.”

“What?”

Type didn’t move, his voice sounded again: “I’ll go into monasticism for a month… You wait for me.”

   Of course Tharn would wait, he just smiled and didn’t speak, he felt the heavy shackles on his heart disappear, he knew he wasn’t the only one who had worries, Type had them too. The memories of the past seven years came flooding back, so familiar, so clear. But the truth is, Type was also thinking a lot, he was scared, he was very attentive to him but often he couldn’t see, as if he was blinded by Type’s ruggedness.

“As you wish, whether for a month or a summer’s vigil… I’m willing to wait.”

“Do you have any idea how long a summer vigil is?”

“Three months.” Although Tharn was a Christian, he’d studied Buddhism in high school and his answer made Type laugh.

“Some people count the Summer Seasons, the Feast of Solstice, three months as a summer’s vigil, but others count a year as a summer’s vigil.”

“…”

Tharn was stunned, he really didn’t know there was such an algorithm, Type saw his reaction, looked up from his shoulder and saw his face, saw his confused expression, couldn’t help but laugh.

“Tharn, Tharn, it looks like you can’t wait…”

“Wait a minute!”  Tharn interrupted, Type raised an eyebrow.

“I’ll wait for you, no matter how long it takes, as long as that person is you, I’ll wait!”

On hearing that, Type stopped laughing, Tharn continued squarely,” I will visit you every week.”

“Ho! Why, Mr. Tharn?”  Type asked deliberately.

“Well, I’ll show you my resolve,” Tharn said.

At the end of the sentence, Type’s lips turned up and his hand pushed the other man’s head. “No, otherwise they’ll say you’re under my spell.”

Type couldn’t help but smile, the hand that had pushed Tharn was now on his head, he loved Tharn’s soft hair, he used his fingers to comb Tharn’s hair and at the same time he leaned in.

“Wait for me.” Type whispered in his ear.

“Okay.” Tharn answered firmly, looking at the tears that filled his loving eyes, listening to the trembling voice of a man who had always been strong.

“I’ll stick to you like a leech.”

   It’s strange, being glued together should be annoying, Tharn laughed happily instead, pulling Type over so that their heads were next to each other.

“I’ll wait for you.”

“Don’t betray me while I’m gone, or you’re a lump of dead meat walking.”

“I would never do that and you, on the other hand, don’t betray me.”

“I’m going as a monk, not on vacation, how can I betray you!”

“You’re so good-looking, you must have a lot of people crazy about you.”

“You’re looking for a fight, aren’t you?”

“I’ve fallen under your spell, you look handsome anyway.”

“A-ss!”

Type’s stirring dialogue has taken a strange turn and suddenly Type bursts out laughing, his turbulent eyes calm down and Tharn is smiling at him. Type shook his head and laughed, his seductive face moving towards Tharn, the destination of which were lips that had not been touched for a long time. The lips that had not been touched for a long time.

   And yet…

“I’d rather not.” Tharn raised an eyebrow in disbelief when the one who was about to ask for a kiss raised his hand between them and stopped himself. Type stood up, patted the sand on his trousers, turned towards home and said: “Wait for me first, I’m worthy of you waiting… And I’m afraid I won’t be able to control myself.”

Finally, Type said, leaving Tharn sitting there for a long while, looking out over the dark sea, then smiling at the beach and the moon, he whispered,” Well, I’ll wait for you.”

   This time he said wait differently, because he knew there was a time limit to the wait, a month… A month… only a month.

“Brother Tharn, this ceremony is really long.”

“Yeah, aren’t you tired?”

“It’s not tiring at all, I’m just helping out in the kitchen.”

   The next morning, Tharn was very busy, from giving alms in the morning to going to the temple to be ordained, Tharn was trying his best to do everything, as he had never participated in such an event before, so he seemed to be very confused. The hardest person was not Type who was about to be ordained as a monk, but… His sister.

   It wasn’t because she was helping in the kitchen, but because she had to deal with Type’s friends and family, who crowded around her like bees to a flower, asking for Thanya’s autograph and taking pictures with them. Tharn was standing there staring at the man who was holding a candle in his hand, kneeling to his parents and friends. These hands have just given each other a haircut.

   Throughout the whole ceremony, Type did not look up at Tharn and Tharn did not say a word to him, he just cut his hair and put it on the lotus leaf and then stepped back to let Type’s friends and relatives cut it. No one of Type’s relatives knew who he was, probably because they thought he was a friend who had come to help, or because they were close friends.

   Tharn has always wanted to go public with their relationship, but this time he’s chosen to keep it quiet. It’s enough to know… what’s going on between them.

   It’s just like when they first started dating.

   As long as we love each other, as long as we’re there for each other, as long as we share the good times and the bad… I’m content.

   At that thought, Tharn smiled and stood contentedly watching the ritual in progress.

“Little foreigner, come and help me.”

“Okay.”

Tharn, who had been called a outsider, looked back to see Type’s father staring at him with a gloomy expression as if he wanted to kill him, the old man holding a tray with a pillow on it, his brow furrowed in a deathly frown.

“May I help you with what?”

Father Type handed him what he had in his hand and said sternly,” There’s a monks’ meeting coming up, go and help out in the procession… The monk asked for it.”

Tharn looked down at the object in his hand and heard his big-eyed sister say excitedly,” Brother Tharn, Uncle let you serve this!”

Tharn, a Christian, frowned unknowingly,” What does that mean? Tharn.”

“Aw, Tharn, don’t you know what it means to be the one carrying the pillow?”

Type’s mother smiled and came over, whirling to continue explaining to the other.

“Actually, it’s okay to ask relatives or siblings to carry the pillow, but many people believe that the person carrying the pillow or the first candle should be the partner of the ordained monk, Type told his father yesterday of this, but Type’s father didn’t agree at first, so he brought it to you himself, I don’t know if he’s softened up or what, so you can help, if anyone asks, you can tell them anything.”

Tharn stood stunned, unable to say a word.

   Something was drifting inside him and then it spread all over his body.

   That’s what I call happiness.

   Type has always refused to make any fanfare about their relationship, but this time he begged his father to let Tharn play such an important role in the ceremony.

   Although he couldn’t loudly proclaim to everyone that they were a couple, his actions spoke for themselves.

   Why am I so stupid!

   Tharn remembered their fight earlier. Why should he be so angry? You know, Type was always taking advantage of him whenever he could. Tharn never knew the meaning of the pillow and the people who attended the ceremony probably thought he was a friend helping out, or maybe they didn’t know what it meant, but Type did his best to tell them what their relationship was.

   Type didn’t act like he care, but he cared, like Tharn cared.

“Brother Tharn, are you happy?”

Tharn didn’t answer his sister’s question, he only knew that he couldn’t control his laughter, his hands trembled with the goblet, he was lost in thought during the ceremony, he didn’t dare to look at Type but the feelings he got from the other man filled his chest.

   Tharn didn’t know what was going through Type’s mind at the moment, but on their big day, he was sure he wasn’t the only one feeling supremely happy.

“Thanya.” Finally, Tharn called out softly to his sister.

“What’s wrong?”

“He’s the only person I’ve ever known, the only person I’ve ever loved.”

   At this time, he might not have been able to say this to the man who was preparing to enter the Buddhist monastery, but he desperately wanted to tell someone about the feelings that were filling his heart at the moment.

Thanya also smiled happily,” Well, then don’t you forget to tell this to Brother Type.”

“Well, I’ll tell him myself.”

   Not now, but he’ll talk.

   At this point someone came to ask him what his relationship with Type was and Tharn just smiled… grinning, with a happiness that he couldn’t hide, as if the accumulated merit of the man who was converting to Buddhism was being passed on to the man who had decided to stay with him for the rest of his life.

 

~ TharnType The Series~

 

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