Chapter 22 : One Day of Reconciliation

**TINE's POV (point of view)**

I sat and looked at Sarawat for a long time. In my heart, I can only pray that everything that happened five minutes ago is just a dream.

I shouldn't feel bad. It can't be real. He acted angry and became jealous because of my brother.

"What?" He asked with a stressed voice but his face remained calm. If my brother will come here and see me in this condition, both of us will be dead.

"Damn, bastard! You just gave me a reason to be worried about us."

"But I did not know that he is your brother."

"You should have checked his profile photo. Our face is quite similar."

"I don't know how to."

"Didn't you notice?"

"It doesn't really matter to me. Besides, why should I waste my time stalking him?"

"Ugh."

"Is he that important now?"

"Very."

Oh my God. Once my brother finds out about our relationship, prepare your life vests because this room will be filled with my tears.

I don't want my brother to scold me or feel guilty because of me. Not to mention that he is destined to be an unlucky person. Because of that, he even attended seminars in seven different temples. I am scared of my brother, a lot.

My brother does not have any close friends. He only knew a few, those people who are in the same group as his. Actually, P'Type is not an ordinary guy. He is extremely hot-tempered. If he is angry, not even my parents can stop him. How much more for his youngest brother, right?

Knowing him, there could only be a few traits of a person that can make P' Type calm down. It has to be a submissive, obedient, and dutiful person. It has to say yes to everything, and won't open his mouth to argue with him. My brother will be silent for a while and in a blink of an eye, the demon that possessed him will finally leave his body.

"Need help?" Sarawat looked at me. He checked what I am typing and saw me deleting it many times.

"Just stay still. That's all."

I thought for a while now before deciding to finally type what I have in mind to answer his stressful question.

@Tine_chic

@Typetype what wind blows you on IG like this? you are right in time cause I miss u, bro.

@Typetype

@Tine_chic you don't need to type that @Sarawatlism - who is this person?

He just made me frightened right now. No, I must focus.

P'Type rarely uses Instagram. It is obvious based on the number of people he is following, and the posts - less than ten. He mostly spends time on Facebook because it is easier to update events and stuff there. But this time, everything happened on Instagram... the only social media Sarawat is using.

When I sent a message to him via Line, I did not dare to tell him who I am dating, even my previous love affairs. I don't know. I am scared of him and if he knows it, it was always heart-pounding.

I did not know how to escape this scenario. So I replied...

@Tine_chic

@Typetype he is my friend. he is making fun of me hahaha

"Should I laugh with you?" It seems like the giant person is not satisfied with my answer. In fact, he did not want to keep this as a secret to my family. So I thought I will tell my brother the truth if we meet in person. But not this way. Hell no.

"No. Be quiet."

"Am I just your friend?"

"My boyfr..." I can't answer in full because he immediately cut me off.

"I am your boyfriend. Why did you say that I am just your friend?"

"Then tell me, what should I say?"

"Can you remove that?"

"What the hell are you talking about?" That last sentence made my face hot. Even though how many words will be blurred out, he won't listen to me. The important thing right now is to just get away with this mess in a flash.

@Typetype

@Tine_chic if you say so. go ahead and play. give me updates.

@Tine_chic

@Typetype Sure

"Hurry and apologize to my brother now so our story will end beautifully." I turned to tell the tall person who was just staring at his phone quietly before focusing on typing the words for a long time.

@Sarawatlism

@Typetype sorry

Okay. I understand that you are constantly having problems with typing that's why the comment was posted after five minutes.

"You want to buy an iPad?" I asked.

"Why?"

"So you can type comfortably. I am so tired watching you type so slow."

"Want to buy condoms?"

"Wh... What?"

"I want you to be tired. Want to do it one more time?"

"No. No. We don't need an iPad, okay?"

... Sarawat... Oh my God... Help me deal with this man.

~

In the afternoon, after solving the problem with my brother, Sarawat and I slept like kids. When we regained consciousness, the sky was already dark. My headache completely disappeared, but I still have a few body aches.

"Are you hungry?" Sarawat asked. I shook my head.

"I don't want to eat anything. I want to drink a cold beer."

"Your body hasn't fully recovered yet."

"I'm feeling better now."

"Is that so? You still have to take medicine. Don't make me talk too much. What do you want to eat?"

"Tom Yum shrimp noodles."

"Is my wife pregnant now? Craving for food like this?"

"What the hell?! I just remembered there were boxes of it left unopened." Things like instant noodles and microwavable food should always be in our room.

Normally, we don't cook. I can't cook, so is Sarawat. The simplest way to solve the problem just in case we will be hungry is to pour hot water or place food in the microwave.

"Okay. You will have it. You want eggs on it?"

"Umm. Make sure you won't crush the egg yolk." "Vegetables?"

"Carrots. Just carrots."

"We don't have carrots."

"Anything is fine then."

Sarawat nodded then disappeared. He prepared the food in our mini kitchen counter. After ten minutes, he came back with a question:

"Where should we eat? You can't eat on the bed."

"Is it okay to eat on the balcony? The atmosphere there is probably good."

"Alright. I'll bring the noodles there."

His tall body slowly assisted me to go to the balcony. My body looks a bit troublesome, but it is way better than the first day. I feel bad for Sarawat because he is trying his hardest to take care of me alone. He even helped me wear my clothes. It seems like I can't do anything all by myself now.

Even this soft cushion is with him everyday so I can sit comfortably whenever, wherever. This is a big help for me because every time I remembered his 'thing' below, I don't know what got into me to handle that. Not once, but twice.

"The atmosphere here is so good." He said while giving me a bowl of noodles with a sarcastic expression.

I want to disagree with that sentence now. The atmosphere is good but there are a lot of mosquitos here. Damn! Sarawat knew about this so he brought a mosquito repellant and sprayed it in the area. He should have told me earlier! What a real saraleo.

"Eat."

"Umm."

"It's a bit hot so take it slow, okay?"

"Umm. This is so good." I said it after drinking the soup and chewing the noodles for a long time. I had to say that this noodle is really good.

"I made it so delicious." I immediately turned to look at him.

"Yeah. How? You press hard the electric kettle to boil the water properly?" I mean, even the egg yolk I requested earlier was broken but I did not dare to say anything.

"Try this." He is sharing his food with me.

"I don't want to eat that."

"It has a big shrimp."

"Seriously bastard, what do you want?" Knowing him, when he is doing stuff like this, he is up to something. I just want to eat while enjoying the atmosphere but this annoying bastard keeps on disturbing me.

"I don't want anything. Is there anything?"

"Yes! Are you making fun of me now?"

"You are officially my wife, remember? I love what is mine so I want to tease you. That's all."

I was speechless...

I hate it. He is scary but not to the extent of being a warfreak or troublesome. I thought about it a lot before we started dating. I am afraid that everything might fail because of him, because Sarawat is really hard to understand. I am afraid that our personalities won't jive in together.

Until I got to this point that I am not afraid anymore. The relationship between Sarawat and I was at a level I had never achieved in my life. My exes are many but were never sincere and serious. And then I realized things; having him, my heart and mind is at ease. Having him, I am extremely satisfied. Having him, I am very happy. "Drink water." The person next to me interrupted, awakening my floating mind.

"I want beer."

"Drink water first. Then medicine after that."

"Give me." I waved my hand like a child then he handed me the One Piece water glass.

"Cute little buffalo."

"No need to play tricks on me." I drank the water he gave me. "What was your first impression when you met me?"

"Arrogant."

"Really? Not like when I met you." Sarawat said while removing the water droplets on the side of my lips. So damn gentle.

But actually, his hand is rough and thick due to playing guitar at a very young age. Probably, it is made of the same hollow blocks from the Political Science building. "So, what did you feel when you first met me?"

"So damn cute."

"Don't say that when you are drunk." Because when he is drunk, he will surely say a lot of things.

"I'll think about it."

"Bastard..." But I see no problem about that to be honest. He is just telling facts when he is in that state.

Except for one thing...

The girl he used to like. He used to talk about that girl before, but I did not hear him mention her again.

I am a kind of person who doesn't pay much attention to anyone's past, even myself. But it seems like there is some sort of gravity pushing me through a lot of things for no apparent reason. I just know that I have to find out who she is and what she looks like.

Sarawat's words before made all sense now. He likes to be lovey dovey everyday. This bastard also likes cute and soft people, totally different from me.

I quickly emptied my bowl of noodles then drank the water again. He took the beer out of the fridge, and I am just waiting for an opportunity to make him drunk so he can answer my wandering mind.

And oh, this bastard drinks poorly. He really needs to drink like Man or Tee or Boss. His tolerance in alcohol is really low. Therefore, he gets drunk so easily. "Don't drink too much. It is not good for you." The low voice prevented me from pouring half a can of beer to my glass.

I used to have girlfriends. I used to have almost every kind of lover.

My nerd girlfriend is my favorite. She always calls me at night to check if I am already in my dorm because of her anxiety. We meet once in a while, eat, go party, then go home. Completely different from what I have now.

Sarawat never called me to hurry and go back to my dorm because he is always coming with me. Everything I do, he should be there. Not unless I'm with my three heroes because Sarawat is comfortable when I am with them. He is always with me through thick and thin

And if you ask me which lover I prefer, I will answer you without thinking. I will choose this bastard a million times more. Besides, I don't need a gentle person who always calls with anxiety. I need a person who will be with me at times of happiness and suffering.

"I want to listen to a song." So apparently, I am using this soft voice to him if I have a favor to ask. So far, I guess it is working.

"I will get the guitar. Sit here and wait."

I nodded then watched his wide back enter the room. When he returned, my baby guitar was with him. I am now wondering whose son it is now...

... But it was stored in our room... So, does that make him our baby? "What song?" The low bass voice asked me in a flat tone.

"Phukong told me that you wrote a song for me.."

"..."

"Can I hear that song?" Sarawat looked surprised for two seconds before replying in a slow voice like before.

"Can't remember the chords."

"You composed it yourself, why can't you remember?"

"It's not done yet."

"Your brother said that it was done."

"I made some corrections."

"Damn! Just let me listen to it!" I got annoyed that I wanted to kick him. He then raised a bottle of beer to me. It is either he doesn't want me to listen to it, or maybe, that song was intentionally written for that girl.

The more I think about it, the more I get annoyed. I am getting confused with myself as to why am I starting to care about his past. I can't control my emotions right now even though I want to. Is it because I am sick? Damn! What the hell is wrong with me? Am I jealous of her?

Jealous?

Am I jealous of Sarawat and this girl whom I don't even know? That's nonsense.

I drink a bottle of beer to relieve my empty mind. My eyes are now starting to dim and it seems like I can't think of anything anymore. Sarawat brought these beers so he can drink with his friends before the semester starts. But who would have thought that it would end up with his belly and mine only?

Sarawat is not competitive at all. His eyes are about to close as well, indicating that he's getting drunk. This guy is not like other people. When he is drunk, he will be silent and won't mess around like other people. But because he is drunk now, it is time to ask him...

"Sa... Sarawat." Damn. I even stuttered when I mentioned his name.

"Umm?"

"Are you drunk?"

"A little. Why?"

"Before me... You used to like a girl, right?"

"So what?"

"I want to know if she's cute?"

Sarawat did not answer. He chose to keep silent so I could give up asking him questions about her. But that makes him even more suspicious.

"Sarawat, is she cute?"

"Umm. She is. Why?"

"Do you still like her?"

"Before but not anymore."

"Why?"

"Because I have you now."

"But she's cute, right?"

"So what if she is cute? Do I need to like her? Then I must like all the cute people all over the world."

"What about me?" He stared at me for a moment.

"You are my exception to everything."

"Pffffft."

"Are you drunk?"

"No way. What nonsense are you talking about?"

I won't bother him anymore to ask who that girl was, or where she came from because now, his mind was so empty that he couldn't think anymore. He could only pick up beer to drink and drink. Sarawat sat drinking with me until half a dozen were gone. But we have not stopped drinking yet.

I lay on his lap, touching his handsome face with a dazed feeling.

"Play music. Play music. Play music." I said in a high and cheerful voice. Sarawat put his guitar near my head before starting to play the chord and play music.

"Light morning sun mayyyy..... "

The sound came slowly which made me laugh so hard.

"Hahahahaha! What a lame voice, dammit. Your voice sucks!"

"...Making half of the world warm again..."

"It's late, bastard. Don't be so loud!"

"Its "Good Morning" by your favorite artist."

"Umm." I nodded while swaying my head on his lap. Sarawat plays a song called "Good Morning" by Scrubb. I am not listening to him because I am getting distracted by his stupid voice. And oh, I am drunk now.

The guitar continues to play. I tried to catch up to the rhythm with the little residual alertness to see how the chorus was.

"Sing together."

"Damn it! Is it chorus now?"

"... Date and time..."

He spoke first, so I went on to sing with my babbling voice.

"How long will it take

To overcome together, going together

I still remember forever the joys and sorrows made today. How long will it take

While I'm still attached for each other When we haven't given up yet, together makes today a beautiful day."

"Take this." Sarawat put his guitar to the side before lowering his head to whisper on my ear, then placed something on my finger. He was initially trying to put it on my middle finger but it won't fit. It made me confused because why would you place something on my middle finger?

Then I figured it out. This dumbass bastard is so drunk that he can't find my ring finger. Therefore, I need to assist him. So stupid.

"Did you buy this?"

"Made it myself."

"Really?" I raised my hand eagerly. The light reflecting made the image in front of me suddenly so clear. There was a ring on my left ring finger. At first, I thought it was just a normal ring. What's unusual is that it is made of a wooden guitar pick. Totally different from the usual rings that I saw.

"Is this made of guitar pick?"

m. It has our name engraved to it too."

As soon as the opponent finished talking, I carefully examined the characters engraved on it. I see two lines of words like a memory that reminded us of the early days when we first met.

'Sarawatlism' 'Tine_chic'

"I made that on the day I created IG to flirt with you."

"..."

"And I will flirt with you... forever."

~

Dingdong~

The sound of the doorbell ringing in front of our door made me startle on the bed. Who would bother us this early in the morning? So annoying. Sarawat, who was sleeping soundly beside me, placed his giant legs on top of me. So damn heavy.

Oh, my shirt got thrown at the end of the bed. Seeing myself getting drunk makes me feel like a prostitute. The two of us smelled like alcohol so badly that it almost made me vomit. We even dragged ourselves to the bed last night, and no one took a bath. When did I get to the point of being happy with such a barren life?

Dingdong~

"Wait."

My behind is still a bit hurt. It may take a few more days to recover so I don't want to move much.

"Sarawat." I called the other person's name to wake up to open the door because I'm lazy.

"Umm."

"Open the door. Someone's outside."

"Shut up. Just go back to sleep." I was dragged by his thick hand and hugged me on his chest, then he went back to sleep. I also want to continue sleeping so I didn't care about people outside the room. Until..

Rrrr...

Now someone is giving me a call. What a life.

"Yes." I just answered it without bothering to see who was on the other end of the line.

[I'm here. In front of your door.]

"Who?"

[Your brother, Type.]

"Huh!?"

[Quickly open the door for me. I've been waiting here.]

Just like that, my body produces a backlash by getting up from the bed. Sarawat sat up and scratched his head too, looking at me without any idea of what's happening. "My brother is here!" We looked at each other silently for two seconds before the once peaceful world suddenly became chaotic. We are frantically looking for clothes from a pile at the end of the bed to put on. I wear pants with SpongeBob prints on it. Sarawat is only wearing a boxer, so he is busy getting clothes to wear.

After that, he turned to collect and threw under the bed the pile of unused condoms, lubricating gel, and butt ointment to hide evidence of that. The only thing left to do is to fix the hair, adjust the clothes and go to the front of the room with our most normal faces possible.

My heart is beating so hard I'm about to die. I opened the door.

"P'Type, why did you not tell me first?" This is my first greeting to my brother. He wears a white shirt with dark jeans but looks perfect from head to toe. The only imperfect thing is me.

"If I tell you first, would you meet in this form? It smells like sapodilla." After saying that, he walked into the room with a big suitcase that I had not realized at first.

Oh! You carried that much, as if he wanted to stay with me for the rest of his life or something.

"Mom, told me that you are sharing a room with someone. Is this the person?" Sarawat stood silently from the sofa, giving a 'wai' to my brother. He is wearing his football jersey, boxer shorts, with an unkempt hair. Considering the first impression is really impressive.

"Umm... That's right."

"You changed so much. Staying at home and here is nothing alike."

"Change where? I'm still the same."

"Tine."

"Wh... What?"

"You are wearing the wrong side of your shirt." Shit! Why didn't you tell me first? I was gliding back and forth for a long time. So, Sarawat did not even bother to remind me?

"Sit down first. Do you want some water?" There's no time to change clothes in the right direction. I hurriedly took my dear brother to the sofa, and nudged Sarawat to ask him to quickly get water for him to drink.

Calm down. Calm the fucking down.

"What is your friend's name?

"Sarawat."

"The jerk from IG?"

"Sorry." Sarawat answered him right away. P'Type immediately looked up at Sarawat with extremely hostile eyes.

"Let me ask you some questions."

Oh, shit! I might suffer a heart attack any moment from now.

"I want to ask you, Why do you share a room with my brother? Is your dorm haunted?" P'Type began to ask. Me and Sarawat could only stand awkwardly to answer the question, half daring and half afraid.

Right now, I can't answer at all because I am catching the sharp eye from my brother who is giving me warning to shut my mouth and let him answer. "It's not like that. We just want to live together."

"Studying in the same department?"

"No." I lost my voice, Sarawat. Sorry. Just reply to my brother... for ... peace...

I can only speak in my heart and mind. If my hand can squeeze my heart now, I would have crushed it in my hand to relieve the burning discomfort at this time. "What's your relationship with Tine?"

"Tine said we're friends." Damn! You don't have to answer like that. Focus! Godammit!

Then the face of Sarawat was so pitiful. Even when he is still in his calm demeanor, you can clearly see from his eyes that he is yearning for help. He is like a lost kid waiting for someone to rescue him.

"And what if Tine didn't say that you are his friend, are you going to be his brother?"

"Still a friend."... I'm out y'all....

"P'Type... Uhm... Are you going to sleep here?" I quickly interrupted. I can't allow him to ask Sarawat anymore or else, he will immediately know what our real relationship is.

"Umm."

"How many nights?"

"Probably about a week."

"Huh!?"

"Why are you startled? My school starts one week after yours. Besides, I want to look into your behavior now. It sounds like it is way beyond the norm." The eyes looking at me are no different from an executioner's preparation for a prisoner. "Where are you going to sleep? My room has only one bed."

"I will sleep on the bed ... with you." At the end of the sentence, he turned to stare at Sarawat as if he wanted to start a fight.

"I can sleep on the sofa." The tan-skinned man answered next to him. I nodded, turning to help drag the suitcase to the bedroom. P'Type is really my brother, but our personalities are completely different.

I am bad and whatever, but my brother is not. He is a perfectionist and can take good care of himself. If he has to stay overnight somewhere, he will book a hotel room. But what happened this time?

Fortunately, my brother's college life is good. He is drinking alcohol but not often. Friends in his group also have similar personalities that are quite caring for themselves. Some people still have very high ego so it's hard for them to get acquainted with others.

To summarize it all, he has a weak spot for socializing with other people.

After managing my brother's meal, I sneaked out to talk with Sarawat. I also felt awkward inside the room with my brother so I pointed out the TV remote so we can watch TV while sitting on the sofa. Luckily, there are two TV's so it is not inconvenient. When my brother wants to watch another show, he'll kick me and Sarawat out the room.

"Tine, whose condoms is this?" P'Type leaned against the bedroom door, holding up the condom box I had kicked under the bed.

Shit.

"It's... mine. There are activities at school so they give that for free. You can use that to rub your shoes as well."

"Do people even give Durex?"

"People have been upgrading these days, don't you know?" P'Type nodded before disappearing in the bedroom again. Me and Sarawat breathed a sigh of relief. A week is as long as ten years with my brother in our room.

"When are you planning to tell him?" The owner of the low voice asked. I just held his hand with an equally worried face.

"I'll try to talk to him while he's here."

"..."

"Don't nag.."

"Who's nagging?" I pouted at him

"I'm going to take a shower."

"Can you walk? Let me help you."

"No need. I'm going." I don't want to be more troublesome. I just have to be self- reliant and slowly trudged into the bathroom because the bathroom was just right on the corner. But upon arrival...

"Damn it, P'Type! What is that?!" I screamed when I saw yellow tape pulled from one side of the wall to the other as if creating territory inside.

"Tell your friend to use left, mine is right."

"Huh?"

"Let him know not to pass my territory."

"What about me?"

"You can choose either way but with your friends, it's absolutely forbidden to cross my territory." Huh? My brother never came at this level with other people. But with Sarawat...

Probably he smells something shady...

My brother's territory is too big. Like invading other countries and claiming heroism. The tape was posted all the way to the bedroom, leaving only the sofa to Sarawat's area. My brother also took over the TV. He is now dividing the closet in half and is almost finished. Truly art requires work.

"P'Type... I think..."

"I need privacy. Want to take a bath, right? Go now." You know me too well... As expected.

And as soon as I coolly set foot on the bathroom tile floor, my worldview immediately changed. I am dead. My brother plays a territorial tape game. He is so scary. I even see a tape on the tub and the shower area. Meaning, Sarawat only gets to bath using the shower area that does not have a bathtub because it belongs to my brother.

I want to cry a river.

Luckily, the toilet is not plastered. If he divides half the toilet, I would laugh at it. What kind of shit would you sit with half a toilet?

I showered in such a happy mood that I shed tears several times. I changed clothes completely, then sat down to discuss ideas with Sarawat. Speaking of, he sneaked into the bathroom to shower with me while my brother was busy watching TV.

But you probably don't know that my brother observes everything, even the dryness and wetness of the floor. So the story ended when Sarawat and I had to take turns showering to get on the wet ground at the same time so that my brother won't notice anything.

What am I doing? Practice playing patience and solving problems.

In the afternoon, I went out to buy food with Sarawat, leaving P'Type to stay in my room because the enemy said he was tired and didn't want to go. I don't know what the hell my brother played with yellow tape. He is showing his authority by sticking to the living room and dining table.

When we returned, Sarawat had to sit on the other side. Come to think of it, we are sharing meals which are located on my brother's side. Therefore, if Sarawat reaches out to grab food, he will be beaten immediately. So I had to push the meal on his side for him to eat whatever he wants.

Just hold on, my love. I can't do anything because he is my brother. Everything will get better, eventually.

"Tine! Eat. Don't pout your lips."

"Sarawat likes to eat green curry, P'Type."

"He hasn't even had soup yet." I don't like to eat. Is it called sacrificing? I am screaming in my heart violently. What makes cool people fall into this dilemma? One side is brother, one side is lover.

"It's okay. I want this soup." Sarawat said in a casual voice before scooping the soup into his bowl and concentrating on eating, not opening his mouth any more.

"What thing is that on your finger?"

"Ahh. Fashion rings." Eyes again, damn it. I always wear this ever since he gave me this.

"Umm.... Fashion ring... So, both of you liked that fashion then." His stern eyes changed direction from my finger to the big finger of the person sitting in front of me.

"Bought it from our music club. We all have the same ring."

"Really?"

"Eat now, P'Type. Don't let the rice cool down! Hahaha!"

There are tears in my dry laugh. I must rely on my blatant skills to get the topic out of conversation until everyone is full. After eating, it is the duty of the person in the territory with a sink to take care of it. My brother was not afraid when he was next to Sarawat.

I washed dishes with him, then went out to the balcony to play guitar for about an hour while P'Type lay cross-legged watching TV in the room. I find it uncomfortable but also funny. Imagine, I have to look at Sarawat's stiff face showing an angry expression. My brother has won the whole world.

After showering, I prepare to go to bed. My love sleeps on the sofa in the bedroom. We wished each other good night with a light kiss on the lips, then I quietly climbed into bed because my brother was already asleep. But before long, something in the bed moved.

"Shhh. Let's sleep together." The quiet voice of Sarawat made me not open my mouth but just let his body carry me from the bed to the sofa to sleep beside him. "My brother will kill me if he knows."

"Return to bed in the morning. He won't notice it."

In the dark, I was lying and hugging Sarawat like a criminal... Ughh. I missed my bastard boyfriend's natural scent...

~

First day of school!

The world must note that during the past five days, Sarawat went out to play football with the White Lion gang. I also took P'Type to meet my gang. The contrasting attitude shown to Fong, Ohm and Peuk is different from what he gave to Sarawat and me. It made me curious whether the devil entered my brother's body or not.

But when we got back to our room, the cold war quickly established and I was always the one in the middle. This is getting part of our everyday routine.

"Are you finished changing?"

Today we want to go to school. P'Type is fixing his hair into the bedroom in a neat, impeccable fashion. I can say that we have beautiful genes. This is not a self statement. It's the truth.

"I'm done. Go ahead and find a place to have breakfast." "Umm."

"Where is Sarawat?"

"Sitting and waiting outside."

"Are you done talking to him now?"

"Do I have to say something to him? Crazy."

We go to school separately because P'Type does not like to sit in other people's cars and does not like to share other cars. This word "other" can be changed to "Sarawat". So we drove one by one and then met there as scheduled.

Today I will have my first subject at ten o'clock, the only class that I had registered with Sarawat and his friends. It is probably the only subject that we will meet in class for this whole semester.

"Tine, let me go buy some drink. You want water?"

"Blue Hawaii." P'Type got up from the table and immediately went to the counter. Currently, we are in the cafeteria of the central building. The male leads gathered and socialized well with my brother. As for Sarawat, he sat down for breakfast but still, my brother refused to talk to him. It is happening again.

"What's wrong, Tine? Remember me?" The voice that sounded out like a goat spoke up. It is from the leader of the White Lion gang - Man, and his accomplices.

"Go away and get your own food."

"Where's my share? Hello everyone! I am starting the semester without having time to do a flanking. Too bad." His tall body sat next to Sarawat, just the opposite of P'Type.

Big, Boss, Tee, and Theme sat down, each holding a bottle of water as if they had just finished eating something.

"What's wrong, Wat? You are making a face of a ghost."

"You know that."

"Where? I want to look."

"I bought some water."

"Speaking of my brother..." I interrupted their conversation. Man turned to smile in an evil manner, but gave no clear answer until P'Type returned.

"The seat is occupied. Get out!" He placed Blue Hawaii on the table in annoyance before sitting down on the chair next to me.

"He is so cute..."

They all turned to look at the owner of that sentence before realizing it was from Man. He was staring at my brother for so long as if he wanted to lick him.

Bastard!!! Don't you dare!!! I absolutely won't allow a crazy, stupid guy like Man touch my brother.

"Say what?" After a long stare, P'Type immediately shouted at Man. But the friends in the group knew what those glittering eyes meant. Shit.

"No, I only want to sit with Tine."

"You like my brother? Get the hell out!"

"My friend, I am not moving. That is the rule of the world."

"Whose friend? Is he in your group?"

"Oops." I immediately kicked the foot of the person with a blabbering mouth immediately. Man let out a cunning face in his style. He raised his hand to hold his mouth like a girl while muttering something from his mouth almost inaudible. He is smiling as hell.

"Guys, this is my brother. He is P'Type." I introduce my brother to everyone.

"Hellllooooo!"

"P'Type, this is Big, Tee, Boss, Theme and Man."

"These kids like playing as well, huh." His killing aura radiates really strong. Is there another war happening here?

"Don't be scary. Just relax. You are too serious. Haha!" Boss started laughing as usual. But apparently not so funny with P'Type. The whole gang laughed, then an awkward silence covered the atmosphere.

"I think I should close my mouth and eat rice."

".... "

"What faculty are you studying?" This time, Man also wants to challenge himself by asking my brother.

"Economy."

"Wow! So cool!"

"Thanks."

"Why are you so cruel? You look cute and mean at the same time."

"Are you a dog? Stop barking."

"Not only can I bark. I am also good at hunting."

" "

"A hunting dog may be scary, but it is scarier to encounter a human hunter."

"Nonsense."

"Do you wnt me to prove it?"

"That's brilliant."

"If you let me prove it to you, I swear you won't waste your time dreaming about getting the bed wet."

"You really are a jerk!"

Dear God... What should I do? I am listening to my own brother arguing with a shity person like Man. Lord, help.

Later in the table, there was a heated argument between Man and P'Type. The remaining people divided their factions to cheer.

Given the chance, Sarawat asked me to go out for a walk to avoid this noise pollution.

Although P'Type has a different personality than mine, our face is the same. That's why I told Sarawat before to look at P'Type face before arguing with him on IG.

There's no doubt the word "cute" comes out of the mouth of someone who just met P'Type. Even I find it difficult to understand when someone praises me as "cute". Is it suitable for guys like us? But later I got used to it because I was often called by Sarawat using that. Maybe, my brother is not used to it.

"You want to sit there?" The low bass asked as we walked to the marble table beside the building.

"Sure." We sat and talked and played with our phones until someone's Instagram feed appeared. It is just a picture of a smiling, cheerful face of Man, covering the whole photo with a crappy caption:

@Man_maman

Very happy to know.

And it would be nothing if the friends in the group did not rush in to answer frantically.

@Thetheme11

Want to get rape that much?

@Boss-pol

split up, too.

@KittiTee

Uyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy.

@Bigger330

Need a picture?

@Man_maman

Music . I mean Music!

@Boss-pol

Don't you need permission from this person first? hah @Tine_chic

My eyes start to twitch ...

@Man_maman

@Tine_chic May I flirt with your brother?

I don't care what stupid game you are playing with. But not with my brother!! You bastard!!!