Fad Tarng Pope (Twins from Different Worlds)
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Chapter Nine: The Back Up Plan
Maleewan and Inchampa went up to visit Passachon together. Chompoo was still there.
“How are you?” asked Inchampa.
“I’m fine,” Passachon replied. “Khob jai nai maak na.”
“Mai bpen rai,” said Inchampa.
“Khob jai na ka, Khun Inchampa,” said Chompoo.
“What did you thank him for?” asked Passachon. “He didn’t save your life.”
“I had to thank him because he saved your life,” said Chompoo. “Your life is like my life too.”
Inchampa smiled.
“Aww!” said Chompoo in a babyish tone. “Look at you smile!”
“Chai,” said Passachon. “I’ve never seen you smile.”
“Khun Wan ka,” said Chompoo. “Have you ever seen him smile?”
Maleewan shook her head.
“Khun Inchampa ka, you’re very cute when you smile,” said Chompoo. “You should smile more often.”
Inchampa blushed and his smile disappeared quickly.
“Oh, I almost forgot,” said Passachon. “Please don’t let anyone else know about this especially Na Pim and Loong Jorn.”
“Why?” asked Maleewan. “Don’t you want to know who did it?”
“I know who did it but I want to handle this myself,” said Passachon.
“Why won’t you just let your Loong Jorn handle it?” Chompoo suggested. “He’s the most respected mafia and if he knows that someone is trying to harm you then he won’t let that person off easily.”
“It’s because of this that I don’t want him to know,” said Passachon.
“But I’m sure they’re wondering where you are now,” said Inchampa.
“Chai,” said Maleewan. “What are you going to say if they ask you questions?”
“Plus, you didn’t go home all night,” said Chompoo.
Passachon thought for a moment.
“I will leave the hospital now and go to Diamonds Galore company,” said Passachon.
“For what?” asked Chompoo. “You haven’t even fully recovered yet.”
“Just a little shot on my right shoulder, I’ll be fine,” said Passachon.
“That’s a great idea,” said Inchampa.
“You speak as if you know what I’m thinking,” said Passachon.
“Are you going to pretend that you were at the company all night?” asked Inchampa.
“Chai,” Passachon replied. “How do you know?”
“I guessed,” said Inchampa.
Passachon sat up on his stretcher.
“Okay, I’m going to pretend that I worked overtime,” Passachon began. “Besides my car has been there all night in the same parking spot.”
“But today’s Saturday,” said Chompoo. “Wouldn’t they find it weird for you to be at work on Saturday?”
“No, because I was there all night,” said Passachon. “Use your brains.”
Passachon took a taxi to Diamonds Galore. At first, Maleewan and Chompoo offered to accompany him but Passachon thought it better not to. He didn’t want to get anyone in trouble. So, the four of them departed ways at the hospital.
Inchampa returned to his condo and fell asleep almost instantly. He was so tired, he didn’t even bother to undress and change.
Maleewan, on the other hand, went to visit her father, who was at another hospital. He was in the same condition as he had been before. Maleewan wanted to break down and cry. She sat down next to her father and began a conversation with him.
“Paw ka,” she said.
Tears were dripping down her face.
“Do you remember the last time I came and visited you?” she asked. “Remember when I told you about Khun Passachon?”
Maleewan smiled.
“He’s a very good guy but sometimes I don’t know what he’s thinking,” said Maleewan. “He likes to joke a lot. Sometimes I wonder if he has feelings for me. Khun Inchampa is a good person too and he is more sincere. What shall I do?”
A tear trickled down her father’s face. Maleewan could tell that her father wanted to tell her something but he couldn’t. He had been like that for the past twenty years. Maleewan bent down and hugged her father.
Passachon went into his quiet office and paced around the room. His shoulder began to ache so he slumped into the chair nearby. “What should I do?” he thought to himself. He couldn’t just stay in his office forever. Passachon checked his phone. There weren’t any missed calls from Na Pim or Loong Jorn. He didn’t know if that was good or bad. Usually, when Passachon went missing overnight, his aunt would call him. Passachon took the elevator to the first floor and asked the security guard outside if his aunt or uncle had come to look for him.
“Mai mee krub,” answered the guard. “Khun Pat krub, were you in the building all night?”
“Chai,” Passachon replied. “Did you see or hear any suspicious activity last night?”
“I…I uh fell asleep last night,” answered the guard.
“Oh, khob jai,” said Passachon.
That went smoothly. Now, Passachon decided to go home. He went back in the building, up the elevator to the parking level his car was at and sped out.
When Passachon got home, it was quiet except for the servants, who were sweeping and cleaning.
“Noi,” said Passachon to maid that was sweeping the foyer. “Where are Na Pim and Loong Jorn?”
“Khun pooying must still be asleep ka,” replied the maid. “She complained that her head hurt last night so she took some medicines and went to sleep. As for Khun Gumjorn, he got back late last night and went into his office. He still hasn’t come out of his office yet, ka.”
“Khob jai,” said Passachon.
“Where have you been Khun Passachon?” asked the maid. “You look very tired.”
“I am tired,” replied Passachon. “I worked overtime. I was in the company all night. I’m going to sleep now.”
Passachon crept up the stairs into his room and closed the door gently. He took a deep breath and let it out. He wondered what Loong Jorn was doing. Passachon’s head hurt. Worse than that, his wound hurt. Before he knew it, Passachon collapsed on his bed.
Inchampa awoke later that evening and felt a stinging pain on his right shoulder. “Strange!” he thought to himself. He rubbed his shoulder, got out of bed and grabbed his bathrobe. When he headed towards the bathroom, Inchampa heard the sound of clinging pots and pans outside his bedroom door. He grabbed his gun and crept out into the living room.
“Who’s there?” he asked with a bold voice.
“Pin aeng ka,” said a sweet voice.
“P’Pin!” Inchampa exclaimed surprisingly. “What are you doing here?! How did you get in my room?!”
“The Queen sent me here to take care of you,” said Pin. “I got here late this afternoon but you were still asleep so I asked a receptionist at the front desk to give me a key to your room.”
“Oh,” said Inchampa.
“What did you do last night?” asked Pin. “Why do you look so tired?”
“I went out,” replied Inchampa. “I have a lot of stress on my mind so I went out for a bit and got back early this morning.”
“Why don’t you go shower and I’ll make you some eating to eat,” Pin suggested.
Pin and Inchampa grew up together but Pin was a couple of years older. She was the Queen’s favorite maid and always took good care of Inchampa. She was like Inchampa’s older sister.
When Inchampa got out of the shower, it was five in the evening. Pin announced that she wanted to go grocery shopping after dinner because Inchampa’s refrigerator was useless as it didn’t have any meats or vegetables.
“All I could make for dinner was noodles,” said Pin. “There’s nothing in your refrigerator ka.”
“Sorry krub,” said Inchampa. “The noodles probably didn’t fill you up. Come on, I’ll take you to dinner too.”
Inchampa took Pin to a nearby restaurant and ordered different Thai foods for her to try. Before the food came out, Pin excused herself to the washroom. On the way to the washroom, Pin accidentally ran into a handsome young man.
“Kau toht krub,” said the handsome young man.
“Mai bpen rai ka,” said Pin. “Excuse me.”
“Diew krub khun,” said the young man.
He was awestruck by Pin’s beauty and was almost speechless.
“What is your name?” he asked.
“My name is Pin ka,” she replied. “I’m sorry but what is your name?”
“My name is Pakorn,” said the young man.
pinkdisney32
sarNie Oldmaid
Getting interesting!!!
Another good update ^_^
Another good update ^_^
chubbycheeks
imma kick ur-ass-aya !
Yeah it's a novel but from what I know, the Tv series adaptations changed a lot of things.
Thanks for your updates. Pat and Wan are starting to annoy me a little. He has feelings for Wan yet he constantly uses and takes advantage of Chompoo. He's so rude to her. So far, I'm liking Inchampa the most 555.
Thanks for your updates. Pat and Wan are starting to annoy me a little. He has feelings for Wan yet he constantly uses and takes advantage of Chompoo. He's so rude to her. So far, I'm liking Inchampa the most 555.
Vimalee
Live Love Laugh
:thanks: again for another update!
I know there are several couples in this story, but is Maleewan the main female actress in here. Her role seems to be more significant than Chompoo's role. ATM, I prefer Inchampa more than Pat and I don't like the way Pat treated Chompoo. LOL, I don't mind Chompoo ends up with someone else.
I know there are several couples in this story, but is Maleewan the main female actress in here. Her role seems to be more significant than Chompoo's role. ATM, I prefer Inchampa more than Pat and I don't like the way Pat treated Chompoo. LOL, I don't mind Chompoo ends up with someone else.
There's two main female leads in here, Maleewan and Chompoo. And yes, Maleewan's role is a little more significant because...I can't tell you right now. It's a surprise but you'll find out soon.
And sorry for the late reply; I've been so busy with school. I'll update as soon as I can, promise.
Chapter Ten: The Big Mistake
Before Passachon knew it, his wound had healed and he had fully recovered, thanks to Chompoo. Ever since he left the hospital, Chompoo visited him every day at home. Each time she came, she brought different goodies to cheer him up and claimed that they were all good for his wound and health.
“Drink it, you’ll feel a whole lot better,” she said.
Passachon looked at the cup of tea that Chompoo had just brewed for him. It smelled very bitter.
“I don’t want it,” said Passachon. “Besides, I’m all better now.”
“Don’t be a baby,” said Chompoo. “It might be bitter but sugar isn’t good for you either.”
“I’m not afraid of the bitterness,” said Passachon. “I just don’t want it at all.”
“Actually, there is sugar,” said Chompoo.
“Really?” asked Passachon.
“Yeah, I’m the sugar,” she replied with a smile.
Passachon couldn’t help but to laugh.
“Lhong tua aeng,” he said.
“If you don’t want it, fine,” said Chompoo. “I’ll toss it in the toilet.”
She turned around and got up but Passachon grabbed her arm.
“Wait,” he said. “I’m just kidding.”
He took the cup of tea from her and drank it all.
“Good boy,” she said, patting his head.
Chompoo put the cup back on the tray. Passachon let out a sigh.
“I can’t believe Loong Jorn allow you to visit me,” said Passachon.
“Me neither,” said Chompoo. “I’m surprised that he asked me to.”
“Hah?” said Passachon surprisingly. “He asked you to?”
“Chai,” nodded Chompoo. “Even if he didn’t ask me to though, I still would at my own will.”
She blushed and covered her face with her hands.
“Baa reu bplao,” said Passachon. “Well, whatever, I’m better now.”
“Luckily he never knew you were shot otherwise, there would be trouble,” said Chompoo. “Good thing they only assumed that you were ill.”
Passachon nodded in agreement.
“Choke dee,” said Chompoo.
“What, choke dee that I got shot?” asked Passachon.
“No, I meant choke dee that they never found out,” said Chompoo.
“Oh,” said Passachon. “Hey, are you free tomorrow evening?”
“Why?” asked Chompoo.
“Just answer my question,” said Passachon.
“Yes,” said Chompoo.
“Dee, I will go pick you up from your place tomorrow,” said Passachon.
“For what?” asked Chompoo
“I want to treat you to dinner as a thank you for taking care of me,” said Passachon.
“Okay,” said Chompoo happily.
She hopped up and grabbed the tray.
“Where are you going?” asked Passachon.
“Putting this thing away and then I’m going to head home,” said Chompoo. “I must go find something decent to wear. Going to dinner with a hi-so man requires decent attire. I shouldn’t let you down.”
Passachon smiled.
The next morning, Loong Jorn called for Passachon to meet him in his office.
“Krub,” said Passachon when he arrived in his uncle’s office.
“How are you feeling?” asked Loong Jorn.
“Better krub,” said Passachon.
“Dee,” said Loong Jorn. “I have something for you to do.”
Passachon felt uneasy.
“What is it, krub?” asked Passachon.
“Kill Inchampa,” said Loong Jorn.
Passachon was silent.
“I’ve asked a couple of employees at the company and they say you’ve been involved with this guy,” said Loong Jorn. “I’m going to tell you frankly, he’s the one that wants to kill you.”
Passachon shook his head.
“Mai jing,” said Passachon.
Loong Jorn slammed his fist on the desk.
“Don’t think that I don’t know,” said Loong Jorn. “You were sick because you got shot!”
“I’ve investigated in this matter thorough enough to confirm that Inchampa is the suspect,” said Loong Jorn. “If you don’t kill him, sooner or later, you will die in his hands!”
Passachon left Loong Jorn’s office feeling very uneasy and somewhat scared. He wondered how Loong Jorn knew everything all along. Suddenly, Passachon’s phone vibrated. He pulled it out of his pockets and answered the call from Maleewan.
“Krub, Khun Wan,” said Passachon.
Passachon nearly dropped his phone. Maleewan was about to go out of the country. Her father had been hospitalized for many years and she finally decided on foreign treatment. Maleewan had already filed for a leave from work. The phone call was to inform Passachon that she would be leaving the next morning. All of a sudden, Passachon thought that this was his chance to kill Inchampa. No, no. Why would he want to kill Inchampa when Inchampa saved his life? Passachon was very confused and stressed.
“What are you doing here?” asked Chompoo, when Passachon arrived at her condo an hour later.
She looked at the clock on her wall.
“It’s only noon!” she exclaimed. “You miss me that much?”
“Are you crazy?” asked Passachon. “I’m very stressed right now and I’m not kidding with you.”
“Well, what are you doing here?” asked Chompoo. “I’m not a doctor.”
“Why aren’t you at work today?” asked Passachon.
He suddenly remembered that Chompoo was supposed to be at work.
“I decided to take a day off and get ready,” she replied.
“It takes you a whole day to get ready?!” asked Passachon surprisingly. “Oh pra jao!”
“Well what brings you here when you know I’m supposed to be at work?” asked Chompoo. “You didn’t even know I was home.”
Passachon thought for a moment. It felt as if his words were stuck in his throat.
“Hua…hua jai paa maa,” he replied.
“What!” exclaimed Chompoo. “What did you say?”
“Don’t make me repeat it,” said Passachon. “I don’t know why but you’re the first person I think of when I’m stressed.”
Passachon spent the rest of the day with Chompoo. The whole time he was with her, he had forgotten all about his stress and even put his worries and fears to one side. Seeing her happy just made his day.
However, at dinner, Passachon’s mood changed again. He remembered that he once brought Maleewan to the same restaurant. He couldn’t get his mind off her. To make things even worse, Passachon thought about Inchampa. He didn’t want to kill Inchampa and he didn’t believe one bit that Inchampa wanted to kill him.
Passachon drank more than he ate. Soon, he was very intoxicated. Passachon paid for the dinner and Chompoo escorted him out. She took the keys from him and decided to drive back to her condo. Maleewan didn’t dare take Passachon home. If Loong Jorn saw Passachon drunk, Passachon would definitely be in big trouble.
Chompoo struggled to carry Passachon to her condo.
“You’re…so…heavy,” she panted.
Chompoo threw him on the couch and went to fetch a bucket of water. She figured she would wash his face with iced cold water to wake him up. However, besides tossing and turning, he did not even bother to open his eyes.
“I don’t want to kill you,” said Passachon. “I don’t want to kill you.”
“I don’t want you to kill me either,” said Chompoo.
“Don’t pick up the gun,” said Passachon. “I don’t want to kill you.”
“Even when he’s asleep, he’s still mafia natured,” said Chompoo to herself. “Killing people in his dream, what is he thinking?”
“Wan,” said Passachon. “Wan, krub.”
Passachon grabbed Chompoo and pulled her to his face. Chompoo dropped the towel and tried to struggle free.
“Let…me go,” she said, trying to push him away.
Finally, Passachon opened his eyes.
“What are you doing?” he asked her.
“So you can open your eyes now?” asked Chompoo. “I should ask you what YOU’RE doing. Now, let me go.”
“No,” said Passachon. “Why did you bring me here?”
“Let me go,” said Chompoo.
“You worry about me don’t you?” asked Passachon.
He leaned in to kiss her. She slapped him.
“Go ahead and slap me,” he said. “Tonight, you’re mine.”
pinkdisney32
sarNie Oldmaid
Yes, finally an update! ^_^
I love this scene:
“I don’t want to kill you,” said Passachon. “I don’t want to kill you.”
“I don’t want you to kill me either,” said Chompoo.
LOL!
---Whoa...rawr scene at the end!
I love this scene:
“I don’t want to kill you,” said Passachon. “I don’t want to kill you.”
“I don’t want you to kill me either,” said Chompoo.
LOL!
---Whoa...rawr scene at the end!
chubbycheeks
imma kick ur-ass-aya !
pat seems so indenial with his feelings and now he rawrs her? :nono1: thanks for the update.
Candyfruit
sarNie Juvenile
OMGAH! The story is so interesting! Please update soon ja!
Thanks! That just motivates me to keep writing more. I'll update whenever I can.OMGAH! The story is so interesting! Please update soon ja!
You're welcome!
Haha, thanks for reading! Yeah, the rawr scene at the end was unexpected but I decided to add it in to make it more interesting.
Chapter Eleven: Trip to Paris
“I’m sorry,” said Passachon. Chompoo continued to sob. Passachon put his arms around her and held her tightly.
“I’ve finally come to realize that the person I really love is you,” he said. “Do you have the same feelings for me?”
Chompoo turned around and faced him. He kissed her forehead.
“I want to hear those words from you,” said Chompoo.
Passachon smiled and kissed her again.
“I love you,” he said.
While Chompoo was in the shower, Passachon decided to make her breakfast. He never cooked before and he didn’t know how.
“It couldn’t be too hard,” said Passachon to himself.
He opened the refrigerator and took out all the breakfast items he could find: eggs, bacon, butter, syrup, etc. Then, he opened the pantry and took out the bag of sliced bread. When he arranged all of the things on the kitchen counter, he didn’t know where to begin. Should he toast the bread first or scramble the eggs? Or, should he start on the bacon?
“What are you doing?”
Passachon turned around and saw Chompoo.
“I…uh…
“Are you going to make breakfast?” asked Chompoo. “Good, I’m getting hungry.”
“I don’t know how,” Passachon admitted.
Chompoo laughed.
“Besides yelling at people and hurting their feelings, playing with guns, and killing people, what else can you do?” asked Chompoo.
“I’ve never killed anyone,” said Passachon.
“But last night you kept saying ‘I don’t want to kill you, I don’t want to kill you’,” said Chompoo. “Who don’t you want to kill?”
Passachon suddenly remembered that he was supposed to kill Inchampa.
“Well, who are you going to kill?” asked Chompoo.
“No one,” said Passachon. “Look, I take it that I don’t know how to cook okay? Ever since I was little, I’ve never cooked for myself or anyone. I was born into a mafia family. Mafia’s only hold guns; they don’t hold spatulas or any cooking utensils.”
Passachon’s sad look made Chompoo feel sorry.
“Are you okay?” she asked him. “I didn’t mean to.”
“It’s alright, I’m used to it,” said Passachon. “Come on, let’s go out and eat together. Then, I want to introduce you to somebody.”
After their first breakfast together, Passachon wanted to introduce Chompoo to Loong Wit in the hospital. He hadn’t visited Loong Wit in a long time and felt very bad about it.
“Why are we at the hospital?” asked Chompoo.
“There’s someone I want to introduce to you,” replied Passachon.
“Who?” asked Chompoo, closing the car door.
“Loong Wit,” answered Passachon. “He’s my father’s best friend. Come on, let’s go.”
Chompoo followed Passachon. When they got to Loong Wit’s room, the patient bed was empty and there was nurse tidying up the room.
“Where is Loong Wit?” asked Passachon.
“I’m sorry, ka,” said the nurse. “Khun Rawit and his daughter left this morning.”
“Khun Rawit has a daughter?” asked Passachon.
“Ka,” answered the nurse. “Her name is Maleewan.”
“How come I never knew that?!” asked Passachon.
He collapsed onto the seat by the door.
“Well, where did they go?” Chompoo asked the nurse.
“Khun Maleewan wants Khun Rawit to do treatment in Paris, France, ka,” replied the nurse.
Passachon put his hands over his face.
“I never knew that,” said Passachon.
“I don’t think anyone does,” said Chompoo.
“As far as I know, Khun Maleewan recently completed her schooling abroad and returned to Thailand not too long ago,” said Chompoo. “She then landed a job at Diamonds Galore.”
It finally clicked. Now, everything made sense to Passachon. Maleewan must’ve changed out the diamonds on the emerald set to help finance her father’s medical bills. He never knew Loong Wit had a daughter because Maleewan studied abroad all along!
Passachon jumped from the seat and rushed out the door. Chompoo quickly followed behind him.
“Pat! Where are you going?” Chompoo yelled after him.
A nurse motioned for Chompoo to get quiet. Passachon stopped and turned around to face Chompoo.
“I’m going to book a flight to Paris,” he said.
“Why?” asked Chompoo. “You’re going to chase after Khun Wan, chai mai?”
“Nonsense,” said Passachon. “Loong Wit is my uncle and my father’s best friend. He’s going to be treated in Paris. I want to go see him. Moreover, Khun Wan needs us right now. More than anything in the world, she needs our support.”
Chompoo was silent for moment.
“Trust me,” said Passachon.
He took Chompoo’s hands.
“I got over Maleewan already,” said Passachon. “Right now, the only thing on my mind is you and Loong Wit’s current health. Khun Wan doesn’t have anyone in Paris. She needs us.”
“Ka, I’ll go with you,” said Chompoo.
“Wait,” said Passachon. “There’s one more person who should know and I’m sure he doesn’t know yet.”
“Khun Inchampa!” exclaimed Chompoo.
“Right!”
[FIRST PART OF CHAPTER 11, TO BE CONTINUED…]
Candyfruit
sarNie Juvenile
No problem ja. Lol, thanks for this update na. It's so great! I can't wait to know what's gonna happen already.Thanks! That just motivates me to keep writing more. I'll update whenever I can.
chubbycheeks
imma kick ur-ass-aya !
lmfao finally some love confession. now the question is, where on earth is mr inchampa 555. thanks for another update for the day.
Part II of Chapter 11
“I can’t, Pin,” said Inchampa, as he zipped his luggage. “Khun Wan means a lot to me and I want to be there for her.”
After the phone call from Passachon, Inchampa hastily gathered his belongings and booked the same flight as Passachon to Paris, France. He couldn’t believe Khun Wan didn’t tell him about her situation. What he wanted the most at the moment was to be with Maleewan.
“If the Queen knows…
“I don’t care if she knows,” said Inchampa. “Even if I have to die, I’m going to Paris to Khun Wan.”
There was a soft knock on the door. Inchampa and Pin looked at each other and Pin went to answer the door.
“Very well said.”
Outside the door stood his mother, the Queen of Kiriman. From the look on her face, Inchampa knew she heard the whole conversation with Pin.
“Tan Mae,” said Inchampa, slightly bowing to his mother. “Please don’t stop me.”
“I’m not going to stop you,” said the Queen. “I want you to go.”
Inchampa looked up and was now very confused. Perhaps he heard wrong.
“Don’t look at me like that,” she said. “You heard correctly. I want you to go to Paris. I want you to go to Paris and this time, you must kill Passachon. I know you’re going with him but you must keep in mind he is your goal, not that girl Maleewan.”
“Krub,” replied Inchampa. “She could say whatever she wanted but nothing is going to stop him from going to Paris.”
“Remember, if you don’t kill him, sooner or later he’s going to kill you,” said the Queen. “Pin and I will return to Kiriman. We expect good news from you.”
“Krub,” nodded Inchampa.
Passachon dropped Chompoo off at her condo so she could pack her luggage and he himself, headed home as fast as he could. He would pick up Chompoo later after he gathered his things. When he got home, Passachon did not shut off his car engine. He rushed out of the car and flew up the stairs as fast as his feet could take him. He was already done packing when he ran into Loong Jorn at outside his bedroom door.
“Where are you going?” he asked.
“Uh…
“You’re going to Paris, right?” asked Loong Jorn.
Passachon nodded.
“Krub,” he answered. “You know?”
“Of course I know,” said Loong Jorn. “People don’t call me mafia for nothing. If wanted to know something it wouldn’t be hard for me to find out.”
“You can’t stop me,” said Passachon.
He couldn’t believe he had the nerve to say what he just said. Never before had Passachon dared to talk back to Loong Jorn. This time, the words came out automatically.
“Who says I’m going to stop you?” asked Loong Jorn with an evil grin. “You must go and kill that Inchampa.”
Passachon’s eyes widened.
“You must kill him,” Loong Jorn repeated. “If you don’t kill him, he’s going to kill you.”
“Krub,” said Passachon.
Even though he answered “krub” to Loong Jorn, Passachon didn’t really mean it. He was forced to say it. Nothing really mattered now because the only thing on his mind was Maleewan and Loong Wit.
Passachon left without saying another word. He didn’t dare look at Loong Jorn’s face and he didn’t even bother saying goodbye to Na Pim.
“Hurry up you fools!” said Pakorn to his followers. “We must get to Paris before that Passachon and Inchampa.”
Pakorn took his phone out of his pocket and called Pin. He had now known Pin for four months and she was his spy. Everything Inchampa did, Pakorn would know thanks to Pin. She never failed to keep him updated on Inchampa and Passachon’s whereabouts and actions.
“Pin, krub,” said Pakorn when Pin answered the phone. “I’m ready, krub.”
“I can’t go with you,” said Pin. “I must return to Kiriman.”
“Well then, that’s okay,” said Pakorn. “I miss you.”
“I miss you too,” said Pin. “Please promise me that you won’t harm Khun Inchampa and Khun Passachon.”
“I promise,” said Pakorn.
After talking to Pin, Pakorn put his phone back in his pocket and signaled for his followers to get in the car. Suddenly, an odd feeling surged through him. Pakorn had been with many girls before but Pin was different. He felt as if he was in love with her. Nevertheless, he didn’t feel bad about lying.
Inchampa was the first to get to the airport. He impatiently waited for Passachon and Chompoo at the take off gate. When he saw the sight of the couple, Inchampa waved at them. Soon, they were on the plane. After boarding, Passachon told Chompoo he was going to the restroom. Unexpectedly, he met Inchampa.
“How are you?” he asked Inchampa.
“Good, you?” asked Inchampa.
“Gaw dee,” replied Passachon. “You love Khun Wan do you?”
“Chai,” answered Inchampa. “You love her too?”
“Not after I knew that you love her,” said Passachon. “I’m sure she likes you anyway. Anyone would pick a handsome businessman over an ill mannered mafia.”
“I think Khun Chompoo likes you,” said Inchampa. “Even though she’s a bit feisty, she could be very nice at times. Most importantly, she loves you with all her heart.”
“I know,” said Passachon.
Passachon pressed the lever on the paper towel dispenser and ripped off the paper to dry his hands.
“Have you lived with your aunt and uncle all your life?” asked Inchampa.
“Chai,” replied Passachon, still drying his hands. “They’ve raised me since I was an infant.”
“Where are your parents?” asked Inchampa.
Inchampa began to feel a bit rude but he still wanted to ask. Ever since they met, he and Passachon never had the chance to speak one on one. Now was his chance.
“My parents are all dead,” said Passachon. “Why do you ask?”
“Sorry, I was just wondering,” said Inchampa.
“How about you?” asked Passachon. “Where are you from?”
“To be honest with you,” Inchampa began. “I am not Thai. I am from the Kingdom of Kiriman.”
“Really?” asked Passachon.
“Chai,” replied Inchampa.
“Well why did you come to Thailand?” asked Passachon.
“Business relations,” answered Inchampa.
“What kind of business?” asked Passachon. “Are you done with it?”
“Yes,” lied Inchampa. “I’m done with my business but I extended my stay a bit longer because I enjoy Thailand.”
Passachon eyed Inchampa suspiciously. Then, he nodded and left the bathroom.
After the conversation with Passachon, Inchampa thought about his parents’ death. Were Passachon’s parents mafias as well? Could Passachon’s parents possibly be responsible for his father’s death?