Tharn Type Seven Years (Eng) Chapter 5

 

 

 "I want to turn my wrath into food, there is no God in this world, his mother !!!"

 

"Bro, calm down a bit, calm down."

 

At first, Type intended to go home and speak clearly with Tharn, then did not know how the devil made a call to his buddy Techno, and directly ran here to borrow bitters, each cup of wine. poured into the abdomen, the body is drinking to unconscious personnel. Finally, Type also banged a sound of throwing a glass on the table, not paying attention to whether the wine glass broke or not, shouting so loudly to avoid the strange eyes coming from the next table

 

“You told me how to calm down! That bastard got into a conversation with me, he even showed me a rotten face to me, and the bitch-boss father, who just poured stool on my head, thought I was a toilet! If it wasn't for me being afraid of being kicked, I would have punched my old tooth to the ground soon enough !!! ”

 

The higher the voice of Type, the more he held the glass he wanted to drink, before he could drink it, he was overtaken by Techno.

 

"Alright alright, you just have to give me, don't let it be drunk later, I can't help you!" Techno said worriedly, turning his head to look at his small husband, the opponent in a lazy manner that didn't involve him.

 

Techno called to her husband: "Hey, Kla, you come and help!"

 

Kengkla is boyfriend of Techno, who used to play tricks and brought this captain into bed, tricked him until success, then showed other tricks to trick Techno's heart, to trick love into work.

 

It's just Kengkla and Type but they don't match. Previously, No and Kla had a quarrel with each other, Type was in the middle of mediation, acting, and making Kla turn into a tortoise, so today saw Type bad mood like this, inside Kla unspeakable joy.

 

No, you should not see the whole world so good, your husband is not a good chicken, do not do well now he claims to laugh on the pain of others.

Of course, Type couldn't bring those words to his mouth, he just scratched his head hard.

 

"I can help, Mr. Type won't listen to me." Kla said

 

The brat doesn't want to help, frankly!

“So what about Tharn? Have you called him yet? ” No asked.

 

"..."

Techno tried to find a solution, the opposite was still maintained in a taciturn manner, just, just letting out a cold laugh,

 

" ah ..." Techno could only sigh helplessly,

 

"Is that another argument?" Did you guys always start to quarrel when you first started dating, how many years have it been? Six years or seven years? Can't argue alright? ”

 

"I'm not wrong this time!"

 

"I haven't seen you wrong yet." No grumbling.

 

"No, you bastard!" Type revealed a cold smile, even No was threatened by his words and smile.

 

No shaking his head, a "I have not said anything", the tone is not self-conscious but softer.

 

"What's the matter, you need to say it clearly, this is that you taught me, did you forget it?"

 

Type tacitly, taking a deep breath, drinking the entire cup of wine, indicating that he did not want to continue talking about Tharn. It also returns to the original topic.

 

"Business, what are you going to do?" Type paused, then stated his thoughts for several months.

 

"I can't help it anymore."

 

"Who! Why? Isn't the salary there pretty good? That's much higher than my salary. ”

 

No immediately interrupted, for this decision of Type indicated he didn't know what to do. Ok, your job is also suitable, for a person who has just graduated from a master's degree for a year and said that the salary is also quite good, compared to someone who works at a state agency like No. said indeed much more. As an officer like No, although 3 years of state salary but not equal to his one year salary, but ... at least No's work is light and comfortable.

 

Perhaps Techno when working will also encounter some troubles, but if compared to him, those things are just a small matter of nothing, not enough to be afraid. Techno's friends and acquaintances are very good, his colleagues are good, his leadership is also good, moreover he is very harmonious to everyone, unlike him ...

 

"Small room can live, heart is tight difficult ... now I understand this morality. " Type seems to have just realized a truth.

 

"So you're going to change jobs?"

 

"Um, that wretched black boss seems to want to sweep me out of the gate soon." Type frustratedly sighed, his feelings really fell to the bottom of the cup. But seeing the worried gaze of his best friend, his hard heart couldn't help but suppress, he didn't want his friend's mood to be affected by him.

When No worries about him, he is always like a mother who always works hard and helps him to think of solutions.

 

"Don't worry about me, I'll be fine later, and he, is something wrong?"

 

Type's question made No immediately troubled, he smiled awkwardly, turned his head to look at his husband, then opened it upside down and said, "I'm going to come out with my mother, telling her my relationship with me." Kla. ”

 

 

 

"Your husband instigated?"

 

"..."

 

See, No's deepness proves that he guessed right, because the boy-like-limb-type boy who develops a simple mind like No can't have the courage to tell his mother, he's going back and forth with a child. other boys. No dare to come out with family like this, the reason is basically the handsome son sitting next to him quietly chewing the food ... Don't look at him so silently, his eyes are extremely crafty cunning , purely a wild wolf.

 

"Type, please don't blame me, I just don't want to hide the relationship between you and Mr. No, and my family already knows about No's existence."

 

Type glanced at the white eye, he was lazy in words, avoiding the white-eyed wolf No to jump and protect his little boyfriend. Seeing his pale face and panicked eyes of his best friend, like being under great pressure from his boyfriend, Type softened so he decided to help him, anyway from the beginning he always helped No.

 

"Do you think your mother doesn't know about this?"

 

"Huh?"

 

Look, No is still that bewildered figure, Type is really helpless, he sighed heavily, holding the wine glass pointing to the thick-faced person sitting over there-Kla.

 

“Do you think that your protesters look like this without your mother seeing any clues? How many days do you go to his house for a week? Perhaps your personal belongings should have moved to his house and gone? Moreover this kid lustful possession of you so strong, anyone can see its thoughts for you, he certainly will not miss any opportunity to convey information to Your mother, tell him what is the relationship between the two of you, the whole family is probably the only one you still feel like no one knows their relationship ... Don't trust you to come home and ask your mother. His answer must be like this — Ah, I knew that soon, you stupid child. ”

 

Type did not leave any face for No, and he also agreed with his best friend being cheated by his boyfriend to cycle around.

Kla always disguised herself as both innocent and precious, completely a man who plots many years to strike.

 

"Mr. No, Mr. Type smears me, I haven't done anything yet."

 

Don't think I don't know, you definitely came out with Mom's soon. 

Type was also lazy to expose him, he just shook his head, looked at his best friend with his best friend's boyfriend, the boy's heart seemed to be obedient and obedient, and disguised as a heartbreaking, frustrated, and image-building protest. pure ... needless to say, Techno was successfully deceived by him, moreover he was extremely confident and a bit skeptical.

 

"Don't judge Kla so badly, what he did before is a thing of the past, now he doesn't dare to fool me anymore."

 

"It's your business, believe it or not."

 

Type arbitrarily said, now he only noticed the alcohol in his hand, in his head thinking all sorts of troubling things that he didn't know where to start solving.

 

Tharn? Work? Or go home?

 

The first choice made him refrain from drinking a large sip of wine, sometimes really tired of having to deal with things like this.

 

***

 

"Tharn, ha ha, sorry, he could not stop drinking alcohol."

 

"No ... it's okay"

 

Oh ho, looking at your protest doesn't look like it at all Tharn.

 

Techno only dared to expose it in his heart, he guided Type to the front of the apartment of Type and Tharn, the person in the room opened to see his wife so drunk that she did not know what the moon was ... the face stretched down, Techno looked but scared.

 

Who would have thought that he just turned his head to talk to Kla for a while, and turned to look, Type was drunk like a dog.

 

Techno handed Type to Tharn, hesitating whether to say something to Tharn or not, but who knew the best part of a close friend's life ten times ...

 

“If you have something to say, you know Type is A hot-tempered person, if he says something wrong, you forgive him a bit. ” Techno reminds Tharn, he understands well, if Tharn's personality is as impulsive as Type, the two will not be able to preserve until today.

 

Tharn heard Techono's words, non-stop sighing, "I know ... Thank you for bringing him home."

 

Seeing that Tharn didn't want to talk much, Techno just nodded and prepared to bring him home, "Um, what are the two of you closing the door for?" , don't teach other people how to say it, if it's your turn then you can't do it. ”

 

He thought that his words would make Tharn laugh, but Tharn just sighed, sighed seriously, "Next week ... I have to go to work in another province tomorrow, temporarily only rely on you, if If you call me, you will come with me. ”

 

Techno watched Tharn support his boyfriend with his hand, so he steadily nodded, "This you don't need to worry, I'm his best friend."

 

Seeing Tharn supporting the now drunk Type as he walked into the house, Techno groaned a little, muttering: Aiz! I hope those two have nothing.

 

Techno thought as he went downstairs, his little boyfriend impatiently waiting for the bridge in the parking lot.

 

Right now the cunning dog, Kla, is also thinking idly. So I have to watch these two quarrel from childhood to adulthood? Then I have to watch them keep arguing until the beginning of their senior age ... Geez, this is ironic, not a blessing!

 

***

 

In the early morning, sobering up in my room, my head aching like it was about to explode, when I saw the contents of a convenient note on the fridge, Type's head hurt even worse.

 

........................................

* I will go to work in another province, next week, after returning, we will talk clearly *

.....................................

 

 

 

"Who!" The heavy type sighed and rubbed his temples, hoping to alleviate the headache caused by drunkenness, but the remedy did not work at all, the more the squeeze, the more severe the headache was. He walked past the car and left the convenient paper, as if he had something to think about staring at the paper, then crumpled it into the wastebasket.

 

Not that he didn't pay attention to the time Tharn said, but don't expect him to take that convenient paper back and store it ... if he did, it seems that now the whole room is filled with convenient paper written by Tharn.

 

“Mom, this is going too wrong in the right time!” Type sighed sadly again.

 

Open the fridge, sweep his eyes around to see what it is, whatever it is, just make him feel a little bit better, but he has only carbonated water but also the brand he God damn your favorite black husband. He took it out, opened the steep bottle of water and slipped it into his mouth, bringing with him afflictions.

 

People who are not at home also order their favorite drink at home, but the thing that makes him most uncomfortable is not this, but ...

"A week." Type rested his feet on you, leaning back in the chair, feeling a little sad. He applied a cool bottle of soft drink to his forehead, hoping that would help his mind to be more alert, then his mother discovered that he was also the one who sought luck himself.

 

The time when the argument had to be separated, the situation became more serious.

 

This morality he understood a few years ago, because this is not the first time Tharn is on business in another province, nor is it the first time they are arguing or in the middle of a problem that Tharn goes on a business trip. operative. Before making up, apart from this time period, you still have to endure the longing and torment, if before not fighting, you would surely call the enemy to ask how the job ... but now is fighting. In this kind of cold picture, he dared to say, neither he nor Tharn would call the other person.

 

There was once an argument when Tharn was on a business trip, waiting for his work to return, he did not care about the opponent for a week, but Tharn's temper was better than him, actively coaxing him, if not watching about two people have broken up soon.

 

So Tharn on business trip right now is not a good time.

 

Who said distance produces beauty? Who said that after a period of time, the two sides could calm down, calm down then they can return to talk peacefully, everything will be fine again? Under Type's gaze, this damn little effect didn't work either, or if it wasn't even during a fight, he would be honest.

 

The more he thought that the deep inside his heart deepened, glancing at the ripped convenience paper in the trash shook his head and sighed. If the two were not angry at each other, not angry, under normal circumstances Tharn would soon wake him up then take him to work, and again and again remind him that the phone must be open, he depends on the time. Can call to check. Although looking at it is very troublesome, but suddenly lacks a lover or bother ... The opposite type feels unfamiliar, feels very frustrating.

 

"Should I go and comfort him?" The type in his heart said this time he should admit to losing first, so in a week of not having this meeting, the Type must suppress the problems in his heart, causing himself to delay again, avoid Tharn. arguing back to the point of no end.

 

"As for going home ... wait for him to come back and say that." Finally Type sighed softly, took a big swallow of fresh water, went back to the bedroom to get ready for work.

Before going home, the first thing to do is to take a vacation.

 

***

 

“Songkran, are you crazy? I cannot approve your leave application, by that time someone will ask for leave, you definitely have to come to the duty. ”

 

As expected of Type, his boss did not say two words and denied his request for leave. Helpless, Type could only agree to an hour and then turned away. Type did not want to speculate that his boss did not allow him to take leave due to injustice, because the opponent said that the other colleagues who took Songkran holidays were taking a few months off, and now he would ask, for sure.

 

No breaks.

Seeing this situation can only tell his parents through Songkran he can go home to visit them.

 

Hospitals are all about rotation, this is a bit like a foreign company, 24 hours a person is needed, although the technical department that you work has a duty time, but adjust the time. Rest time is uniform.

 

"What happen? It was just that early in the morning.

 

"Teng, because it was sad to ask for leave, my father called me and told me to go home with Songkran."

 

"Now, just taking a break, approve me for a strange new vacation." Teng shook his head helplessly, and could only tell Type that Songkran's vacation was getting harder and harder, and after listening to Type, he could only sigh.

 

"Well then, it is okay to wait through Songkran and return, it's just Songkran I intend to bring my lover home, if Songkra does not rest together, after work they will have to go to work." Teng nodded, and she also heard a colleague say that he was the owner of the grass, and that he didn't just say it once, he only revealed a little bit of information.

 

Type never said that his lover was male, more so than his young patient whom she once praised was even more handsome.

 

"How long have you been home?"

 

"I've never been home from work until now."

 

"Huh? So about a year ago, does your family member even scold you? ”

 

"That's why I called to tell me about my family in the house." Type said sorrowfully, he could imagine his father's darker face and his pitiful father, just looking at it made people suffer. But when Songkran couldn't return home as a result, he also had no illusion that he could be fortunate enough to quit successfully.

 

"So do you want to switch shifts with me?"

 

Slowly ...

 

"Sister, what does this sentence mean?" Is that what you think? ”

 

 

 

Type widened his eyes and asked, staring at the opponent's pupils that were about to fall. Teng stroked his chin, looked unfathomably high, then nodded affirmatively.

 

“Yes, that's what I thought, I thought that I was planning to celebrate Songkran and my family traveling abroad, but my passport is due, I forgot to renew, so the negotiating house will stay at home. ceremony. It was no use after the break, the Songkran ceremony I didn't intend to go splashing with water, so ... I'll change the shift with you.

 

"You, you're telling the truth!" Type vigorously taught, provoking Teng by the shoulders, Teng repeatedly near the head indicated his affirmation.

 

"Yes, I went to Songkran for a rest, Songkran had a good rest, I was not afraid to get wet everywhere I go."

 

“Ouch! I love you die, Teng. ”Type hugged Teng, hugging him so tightly, so excited that he shouted loudly, Teng was nearly breathless, trying to escape from his head to cover his head. , shudder in his heart.

 

“Don't be so nauseous, even though you're not my favorite food, but that doesn't mean you're not handsome, I can't resist that handsome guy, Type”

 

Type finished laughed loudly, because now he was so excited that he wanted to fly, hating not being able to hug Teng madly to kiss his cheeks, if not, Teng raised his hand to stop him, threatened him to think not to think , you may have done so soon.

 

Because Songkran was able to go home, Type had a feeling of comfort that was not in words, at least being able to go home together, Tharn's feelings would be much better.

But, an hour later, the wish was destroyed.

 

***

 

"I disagree with your request for leave."

 

"But I finished the shift with my colleague, signed an application already."

 

"I told you, I disagree."

 

“...”

 

Right now, his hands were hanging close to his hands clenched tightly, he indignantly stared at the name of the dead boss, refusing to sign his consent for leave, even though the shift sheet was filled. After the name is also useless.

 

Four eyes looking at each other, eyes fighting.

One could only feel a hot blood rushing up its head, wanting to take charge of leading a battle.

 

The remaining one bears the fate of a leader, holding the chicken feather as the name of the command.

 

"Why?" A man gritted his teeth and asked.

 

"Manpower is not enough." A person who is not hot is not cold.

 

Your father!

Type in the bottom scolded, he knew this was not the real reason his boss did not approve his resignation, the opponent was to torment him for pleasure, watching his mouth as fast as he did. be like a prayer immediately feel happy, damn pervert!

 

He also knew what his mouth was like, because his younger brother straightened his mouth, his leader immediately looked unfavorable, at work also made it difficult for him everywhere, the boss did not approve him nor can violate ... then, things immediately come here.

 

"Do you want to force me to go?"

 

"Pay attention to your words, don't forget that I'm your direct boss."

 

Type clenched his teeth, his fist was about to be crushed, he refrained from rushing to beat people, he really could not help thinking of wanting a right to beat someone in front of him on the ground, but he knew he could not do it. like that, he could only close his eyes, find his mind. He did not stop breathing deeply, telling himself that just needing a little more patience would be enough to work here for 1 year, wait for a full year to immediately resign, a minute did not want to wait any longer!

 

So, the one person who was only happy for an hour or so did not turn around, he was afraid that once he opened his mouth ... some nasty cursing would spray his opponent's face,

Type tan was in a frustrated mood, maybe even today, his face compared to the Yaksa was even more terrorized, no one dared to get close, immediately after leaving the hospital, to say goodbye as well. is not. He called to find his brothers, hoping to find someone to release his dissatisfied mood.

 

"No, where are you?"

 

(At my mother's house, didn't I tell you last night? What did you find me?)

 

Hearing the close voice of a close friend, the frustration in Type's heart seemed to subside a little. the situation was calmer, he knew right now No could not go out with him, just dealing with that sinister dog was enough for him to have a headache.

 

"It's nothing, at first I was about to call you out for a drink."

 

(Do you have a problem? I can find you.)

 

Techno said worriedly, his expression clearly showing concern for him and his determination to escape. If he hadn't heard wrong, Type heard the other end of the line the clear sound of some young black man's blessing.

 

"No need, go find your mother, trust me, he won't say anything, you don't need to worry."

 

(Are you sure?)

 

"Well, if you're worried, that Kla kid will definitely say you will comfort you, wait for him to finish comforting you, thanks."

 

(Fuck! How did you know!)

 

The inevitable cry of his best friend made Type laugh, thinking to himself last night that the two of them must have performed a performance of taking the names of "protecting soul" and "worshiping activities" and sorrow. like you, you really want to do some weird jokes, make that cynical little kid no longer play any tricks, but you feel like you're a human well, can't ruin other people's feelings, so you can only tell Techno: "No, if someday you're not so absorbed in Kla's beauty that you can't escape by yourself, you're sure will see the vastness of this world. "

 

 

 

Type finished speaking and hung up the phone, he was lazy to explain to Techno what he thought, according to the simple way of thinking of Techno, the explanation was useless. Type put the phone in his pocket, pondered it for a moment, then made a decision - when a friend's bad mood at the bar was a bad choice.

 

The type doesn't really have confidence in himself, he's in a mood like this, he's not sure if he can control it or not, he doesn't want to drink himself as soft as mud. people throw out. But go home like this, in a quiet, cold house, there is a clear loneliness, which will bring anger to people who are not at home. Still should go to Mr. Konge's and Jead's.

 

"Mr. Type!"

 

Negative soul disagreement!

While waiting for a taxi, his back suddenly rang and someone called his name. Type turned his head to look, only able to see a face not too familiar, he could not help wrinkling his eyebrows, waiting for that person to stand and smile in front of him, he was a little impressed ... this is a patient belonging to the offender. en in charge of you.

 

"Faires."

 

"I'm glad you haven't forgotten me!"

Teng mentioned him in front of me, the high-pitched scream almost like the rising tide, could I even remember?

 

Type spit in his heart, and his mouth was very dumbfounded. "You're the patient I'm in charge, of course I remember."

 

The type standing in front of Faires could still calmly talk, because apart from the patient-doctor relationship, they had no relationship at all.

 

“What did you come here for? We don't have an appointment to do rehabilitation. ”

 

“Ah, I went to the main therapist, I was feeling fine when my knee became sore, so I went to the hospital to check again, but it seems that I was worried about whitening, the doctor said no problem. What's the problem, darkness ... ” The teenage boy's delicate face showed a shy smile.

 

"No matter what, it's good, so I'll go first."

 

"Wait!" The teenager protested sadly,

 

"Why didn't you answer my Line?"

 

"I don't have time to answer."

 

In fact, it's not that Type doesn't have time to reply to a message, but that he doesn't pay attention to the teen's message, regardless of whether it's a teen or other stranger, he doesn't pay attention, he's lazy to open. Line went to check who sent what content to him, the problem between him and Tharn had made him lose his head, and what was the point of going to see messages replying to messages, let alone teenagers He also likes to send him expressive packs of sorts all the time, sometimes he really wants to block this kid from bothering others or dragging them into the blacklist.

 

“I wanted to ask you about the problem with my knee injury, I don't know if my condition is normal, after sending a text message, I waited a whole day, I just wanted to see you. Did you reply to my message ... ”

 

"Do you have to misunderstand something about me?"

 

"What?"

 

When this handsome boy was talking nonstop, Type cut off in a loud voice, then the boy didn't know that a heavy rain of wind came from Type, heading towards him, without a chance to ask, the rain and wind poured down. on his head.

 

“Who do you think I am? The main therapist for you? Assuming that I'm sitting there all 24 hours answering your questions? Do you know how to write these two words? Or does your family not teach you what is polite? I'm so embarrassed, I told you I'm not free, my mother and I are tired! ”

 

Type really refrained from playing in his heart, all the discontent and negativity spilled out, the voice became louder and louder, after that he started regretting it.

 

The boy in front of him was not so upset and crying, he just slowly lowered his head, carefully cautiously saying: "Sorry, sorry, I was not intentional."

 

Why do you regret it? Because the people around him were gathering towards him with a look of criticism or disdain, because in the eyes of those who were waiting for that, he was the big wolf who was bullying young children, yelling at people to the point of small friends. That's going to bury his head in his chest! Out of the corner of his eye, he was seeing the security in the distance, also staring at the movement of the two who asked, afraid that they would fight.

 

If he wanted to start a fight, he would find that unlucky leader ... he really had no way to imagine how life would turn into deep fire.

 

"Who! Sorry, I am sorry, you are over exaggerating. ”In the end, Type could only sigh.

 

"No, Mr. Type, you're right, I'm too impolite, sorry." The boy folded his hands and crossed the ceremony with him, apologizing, Type momentarily softened. As the former captain of the football team, seeing this loss of youth, he could not help remembering Can, Ae and his juniors who were members of the team.

 

“Alright, I feel sorry to die, let's stop talking now, please go ahead: Type hurriedly said, turned around and prepared to leave, the teenager immediately called him back. .

 

"What else is there?" Type's temperament is very tough, very upset.

 

"You, or may I see you off."

 

"Is not…"

 

"Is it alright, as if I redeemed you?" Type was about to shake his head to refuse, the boy reversed his words.

 

“Okay bro, this time is very congested, it is better to call the car now, it is better to get in the car, it is better to ride in my car, as if I redeemed you, okay, I don't want I feel sorry for you! ” The boy who used this technique on him, Type always felt a bit strangely familiar, waiting until the face of his damned black husband gradually became clear in his head, he knew why he felt it. familiar like that, because Tharn also used this technique on him, it worked every time.

 

Holding him here as a pet, if he does not respond, he will feel ashamed and die!

 

Type didn't know what the boy did, he just naturally felt guilty, just wanted to compensate the teen for something, watch the road situation, and it was just as the boy said, everywhere. A traffic jam is like a pool without a drain. According to this situation, it would be midnight before waiting for Jead's shop. So in Type's heart, he nodded slowly, "Yes, thanks."

 

At that time, Type did not know if his decision was right or wrong, he just saw the boy in a joyful smile, his sparkling eyes were no different from Tharn's appearance when he was happy.

 

Perhaps he missed him so much.

Type in his mind, then took the phone to look, hoping to be able to see the missed call of the person he missed, but just as he thought too much, the phone remained silent, even a missed call was not available. , not even the talk app has any messages from that person. This phenomenon could only state one problem - Tharn was still angry. Something must be compared temperament to him, waiting for him to coax.

 

Type alone stood there missing a person, completely oblivious to the flower boy in bloom beside him.

 

(End of chapter 5)