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After Pee Toei Line came and said that tomorrow we will produce Freedom.

Luxury cars from Palit Chok Khai A little boy came along the way to Issara's house. The driver hummed happily.

Many times the production had to make Tom wait and many times had to postpone the appointment. Or several extra days of leaving Tom alone? With work duties, friends, and many other things.

Palitchoke knew how much the little man would endure whenever he had the chance. Produce also wants to repay the feelings that Issara has given him as much as possible in a cool production style.

People have different ways of showing love.....

I don't say I love you often. It doesn't mean there isn't much love.....

A man who is spoiled, does not care for people, does not express his suffering to anyone who will listen. On the outside, he seems a little reserved and arrogant. Who knows what it really is? How much do they care and love those around them, especially their friends?

And more than anyone else, it's Issara. P'Peck Palitchoke's special person

At least tonight the production will give all the time I have with Issara to make up for the many missing moments.

Under the soft light of the fence

The comforting kiss from a man like Phopthorn had passed but he still held Issara in his arms. Issara herself was still in that trance.

"Tom feels like he's not okay. Tom is tired."

Popthorn kissed Issara's hair and asked, "If loving him makes you tired, why does Tom still love you?"

".....Tom doesn't know. Tom knows, but every time P'Peck is there, Tom is very happy.....but when he doesn't have him It's lonely again..... It's longing, it's like..... happiness...... The more you have, the more suffering you have. Sometimes Tom himself is not sure whether P'Peck really loves Tom or not, but Tom loves P'Peck."

Deeply hurt, Sinaphobthon......but it's the truth that you already know and must listen!

“But Tom doesn't know why. Tom doesn't dare let go of his hand......Tom is warm to have him. But Tom felt guilty."

".... Ugh....."

Issara buried her face in her broad chest, trying her best to hold back her own cries. What he said was something he had felt for a long time and wanted to let Palitchoke know.

Up to this point, Phopthorn, who is sure to have acted rashly and acted rashly like his friend Pop, is still terrified and unable to do anything. The only thing he can do now is hold Issara tightly. Even though he loves other people

Embracing love and pain at the same time?.....Phopthorn

The entrance to Soi Ban Issara is not very deep. A large, luxurious village with spacious territory, quiet and safe with a system.

security

Even the large trees along the road are sometimes quite dark, blocking out the dim roadside lights.

The lucky car was less than 50 meters away.

The luxury car suddenly stopped under the shadow of a large tree next door. The owner of the car turned off the key and turned off the fortune generator, narrowing his eyes. With both hands and feet on the steering wheel, reach up until your face is almost touching the windshield. Looking ahead......Baan Issara

Two people stand hugging each other closely. Tall people and smaller people

Who??

That big bike

P'Tu!!!

The more I looked, the more my eyes became accustomed to the darkness and saw that the man was Brother Tu!

The little person being hugged facing over there is???.......

Is it Isara?????

Tom!!??!!

For a moment, I looked until I was sure it was someone who wanted to make a fortune by throwing myself down against the car seat. The scene in front of me looked like someone had hit me in the temple with a vodka bottle.

What???What is it???

P'Tu...Tom...P'Tu...Tom... These two names were floating around in Palitchok's head, unable to find an answer for himself as to what was going on.

Never thought about it, never had any inkling of anything....

Palitchot turned his head away, not wanting to look at the sight in front of him, biting his lip tightly. Tears filled the eyes of the cool people.

A small person, a bright smile, peach-colored lips that he owns, laughter, a languid face, pleading voices, pampering, sweet cherry-flavored kisses. The sound of calling out his name while making love Is that a lie?

Grandfather.....

F*ck you

How can you do this to me??

Tom.....???

Palitchoke turned to look at the two people again. The joyful look in his eyes a few minutes ago changed to tears of disappointment. A heartache and a feeling of betrayal swept over me.

I want to go down and snatch the world away from Issara.

I want to drive away from here.

But not in time.....

Under the cap, a teardrop ran down his cheek.

There was no sound escaping from that almost-scarred mouth.

Because of the tiger....when injured It stays silent and licks its wounds if it makes a fuss. There are only dogs!

Palitchoke slumped over with his arms clinging to the steering wheel. Let the manly tears flow silently.

What did Issara say? Feel better, what do you want to tell someone? Even though I don't have P'Peck, I have P'Tu listening to me.

The little man looked up at Phopthorn.

"Tom really thanks P'Tu...Even things that Tom shouldn't say to you, you still listen."

Popthorn smiled faintly, but from the heart as always. Raising his hand to touch Issara's cheek, “Tom, don't think too much. Let everything be according to Tom's heart. Whether you love me or not, it doesn't matter. I want to see Tom happy, that's enough."

Issara's face fell. Phopthorn hurriedly comforted her, "No need to cry, your eyes are all swollen."

Tom nodded dejectedly, wiping away the tears and mucus that were all over his face. Seriously, it was all over Phopthorn's shirt as well. His glasses were still in one hand. So I made a mess of it, so I put it in my pants pocket first. Just walk into the house. You can still see up close.

Popthorn released his hug and bent down to pick up both the letter and the bag of marshmallows that had fallen to the floor.

“Will I be able to eat this?”

“There's nothing wrong with this. Just the outside bag fell on the floor, nothing inside was broken,” Issara said.

“Um,” Popthorn handed all the items to Issara.

Issara smiled faintly. Even though Phopthorn's heart wanted to stay with Tom as long as possible, he saw the younger man's arrogant attitude and so he decided to put everything on hold and not advance any further.

“Then I'll go back first.”

Issara nodded, "Um, okay."

Phopthorn raised his hand goodbye and turned back to Big Bike. Issara turned to go back into the house.

Before reaching the door, the little person was gently pulled back.

Please ask for sweetness again!

Popthorn kisses and attacks Issara closed her eyes. It's okay, Issara.... Until now. Well, let it be.

Tom still held the item in his hand, didn't hug him, but responded through a thin, warm mouth and a touch of the tip of his tongue. Cherry flavor produced by Chok Chob But he doesn't take care of it often. Is it okay to let other people who also love Tom and are good to Tom have a taste?

French Kiss

that was given in the kitchen P'Tu gave it to me as a late-night meal before going to bed again.

“Goodnight

You're my special person." Popthorn agreed to let go of Issara's hand. Before the mood goes any further

The tall young man watched the small man enter the house and close the gate.

The eyes a moment ago changed to being as smooth as ever, turning to look towards the road leading to the entrance to Soi Ban Issara.

The car is parked there. If I remember correctly, the thing that crawled up just now was very familiar.

Producing luck?

You saw it, right??

I'm sorry, Peck. I love Tom no less than Peck.

What I'm doing here, I'm not sure how much it will win Issara's heart. But if there's a chance I don't want it to slip away without even saying a word of love.

Popthorn got into the car and started to drive away. while going in the opposite direction of a parked car.

People riding big bikes keep their eyes on the car.....

A young man in a cap sits motionless behind the wheel. Don't turn to look....

Phopthorn's eyes under his helmet were also calm and calm.

Everything has gone according to what the heart wants to do.

Tomorrow's story.... Let it be tomorrow.

............End of episode...........

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