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"Will Pee Peck go to Tom's wedding?" Issara asked while in Palitchoke's embrace on the blue bed. Both were naked

"I don't know. I don't know what I'm going for."

Issara will get married this coming Saturday. The bride is no one else. A person who is like a sister and best friend to both Palitchoke and Issara, who have been close since childhood.

"Tom asked a stupid question, right?"

Palitchoke kisses the forehead of the person asking. Slender fingers touched the face of the person lying on one arm. Then touch it to your eyelids, nose, and pink lips that tend to turn upside down when you're sulking.

Issara moved to kiss her on the lips, closed her eyes, took a breath and whispered to the person at the tip of her nose.

“Tom remembers the smell of your breath. I remember the smell of your skin. Who will Tom be with next night? Tom remembers everything about P'Peck."

"I remember everything about Tom, too."

With that, he hugged the little man tighter, kissing the little peach lips that he cherished more than anything.

Two people whose bodies are close together are almost the same person.

The auspicious ceremony of pouring water on the conch was held early in the morning in a luxury hotel in the heart of Bangkok. Many media outlets reported on the wedding of the heirs of two nationally famous families. A huge dowry and part of the family's real estate business were expected to be handed over to the couple according to the elders' expectations.

Bride and groom's seat The bride smiled softly while the groom kept his head down. The bride and groom's friends stood on the sidelines, waiting to deliver conch water to the guests who gradually came to the ceremony.

“Tom, please lift up your face and smile,” the bride whispered to the groom.

Issara raised her head and looked around. Taking a deep breath, "Yes."

A tall young man in a light gray suit appeared. Raise your hands to greet the elders at the event according to known etiquette.

The bride's face looked a little tense even though she was trying her best to smile. "Your people are over there."

Apiwat, or Nueng, Apa's older brother, hurriedly walked over and took the new guest's arm and whispered next to him.

"Peck, I'm begging you."

Palitchoke nodded, smiling faintly even though his eyes were dull. “Don't worry, I'm just coming to wish you good wishes. I'll be back soon."

One sigh He looked at his friend's face carefully, then released his hand.

The groom's eyes as he looked at the latest visitor were filled with emotion, almost overflowing from his eyes.

"Tom, don't forget what you promised," the bride turned and whispered again.

Issara's heart sank. Try to act as normal as possible. He looked at the bouquet of flowers and the conch water under his hand.

A tall figure in a cigarette-colored suit stepped forward. Bending down to gently bless the groom

"I wish Tom a happy and complete family life... ... ...forever"

Conch water pouring down With the groom's tears dripping onto the frame of his glasses. No one saw it in time.

Palitchoke moved to bless the bride. "May you be happy. If it's a little heavy, please forgive Tom."

Apa looked up at the waterer and smiled, "Thank you, P'Peck."

Tall figure looking at Issara His face was sad for a second. Then he faked a slight smile and handed the conch back to the bride and groom's friend, then turned and walked out of the event area.

Apiwat followed and wrapped his arms around his shoulder, "Peck, Nong Pha has something for you."

Having said that, he handed me a small gray box.

"what"

"I don't know. Just saying that in case you come. Please give it to me."

Palitchoke nodded and took the item.

"Will you come to work in the evening?"

He shook his head in denial.

"Okay, see you later," Apiwat told his friend. He gave him a consoling pat on the back and walked back to work. Away from the sight of the fortune teller Nueng himself secretly sighed with relief.

The adults sent the married couple into a suite that had been converted into a dorm room at the hotel.

Issara removed her bowtie and suit and placed them on the table. The bride walked up to her.

"Thank you. For Tom's patience up to this point, here, I'll give you something in return."

Note paper with numbers written on it

Issara looked at Apa's face without understanding. Even though I was so happy I almost wanted to run out of the dorm room. But it still honors the person who is called his legal wife standing in front of him.

"I don't understand why you..."

"Everyone has a past. Pamee, you, P'Peck all have one. But when it can't be changed, nothing can be done. and must continue to live We must dare to face it. and live with it."

Issara looked at the note paper in Apha's hand. I couldn't imagine the strength of this once fragile woman.

He walked over and hugged the person he had called his wife just a few hours ago.

"I'm sorry Napha. Everything that happened, I'm sorry," Issara said.

Apha patted his back to console him. Released from the hug and grabbed Issara's shoulder. The bride's jet black eyes and rose gold eyelids looked into the groom's round eyes.

"Don't blame yourself anymore. I know that no one wants this to happen. It's not the fault of the two of you. But you and Pee Peck jointly took responsibility for what happened as best you could. If it were someone else I believe that he will definitely not do what you two do. We don't owe each other anything."

Apa walked to open the balcony door. Turned around and spoke to Issara again.

“Even now, Tom doesn't love Pha. But since we are now husband and wife A girl's life like this I just ask for understanding and respect from my husband who will stay.

Let's continue to take care of each other from now on. This is more than enough.”

Issara listened to the request with understanding.

“Go, I'll give you another chance. And when you come back I hope we can begin our world. As it should have been from the beginning. And as the two of you promised."

The bride closed the balcony door. Sitting on a terrace chair looking at the view from the 39th floor.

Issara looked at the note paper in her hand. Then turned and walked out of the room.

Apa glanced at the closed door. And let myself cry sometimes

"I'm sorry, Tom...huh..."

ROOM 702

7th floor of the same hotel

Knock knock!!

"Tom," the voice of the person opening the door greeted.

Issara jumped and hugged the people in the room until they stumbled onto the wall. The slender hand of the taller person quickly reached out and closed the door with a loud bang and hugged the smaller person back.

Thin lips and plump lips crushed each other hard. Juicy tongues searching for warmth, flicking together rapidly.

Issara unbuttoned his Promchok shirt like usual and hurriedly yanked it off. If it were paper, it would probably be torn into pieces.

"P'Peck, Tom misses you." Issara kissed the left and right cheeks, his small mouth caressing the tan neck until the tall figure slowly retreated to face up on the bed. Issara jumped on top and undid the belt of the sleeping man.

"Tom Wait" produced a small hand brake to stop first.

"Why do you not want to have anything to do with Tom?"

“It's not like that. And then he..."

"He made an appointment for me. I already know that Tom is going to come find me,” Issara said, continuing to pull on his belt. Then moved to pull off the pants of the person lying down.

Like a person left in the middle of the desert for more than three days.

Issara licked the fortune tree as if eager to absorb every drop of water from the bamboo tube.

"Ah..ah." The face of the person lying there seemed to be suffocating. His tan chest moved up and down rapidly.

"Tom" Palitchoke grabbed the faces of the people below to slow down first.

The older one got up and pulled the younger one down to lie down, then he himself began to take off what Issara was wearing. The groom's dress was pulled to one side.

"P'Peck.......ah......P'" Tan hips poured out their strength full of love.

The young man looked at the crying person. It was as if he wanted to remember the seductive white body that trembled with his own emotions for a long time.

Until the final point where he tensed and released everything within Issara. As for the little man's body, his body twitched and happiness surged out of him in the same way.

Issara looked at the face of the person who had just shared happiness. That small mouth clenched as if he was holding back.

"Huh..."

Then let out sobs Feelings of thrill and sorrow came hand in hand into my heart until it was too much to bear.

"Tom" Palitchoke's slender fingers wiped away Issara's teardrops.

"P'Peck, Tom doesn't want it to be like this."

The tan body hugged the white body in pain.

Apa and Issara's families both agreed to betrothal when they were teenagers. The two of them never paid attention to those promises, having seen each other since childhood. Apa and Apiwat both know that Issara loves Palitchoke.

Issara takes Apa on a trip at the request of the elders.

after dinner Apa is happy to let Issara escape to live with the two of her and Palitchoke who arranged to follow. She returned to her residence alone.

And that night, the two returned to find Apa in a condition that had survived from being raped...

The only person who knows about this is Apiwat. Apa asked her not to tell anyone because she didn't want it to be discredited.

Luckily, she did not contract any serious illness.

But unfortunately, that one mistake made Palitchoke and Issara jointly responsible. That is, Apa is pregnant.

And finally...lucky belongs to the child... Apa's health was too weak and fragile to have an abortion.

"Tom has a family now." Palitchoke looked at the blank ceiling. spoke to Issara who was lying on his arm next to him.

"It's not the child's fault, it's not the father's fault. No matter what Tom will take good care of him. Tom believes that everything depends on what we cultivate," Issara replied.

"Good." Palitchoke smiled slightly at Issara's good heart and kindness.

"End many problems too," Palitchoke added.

Some paparazzi had previously suspected their relationship. In the end, it comes down to the money and power of the adults from the fortune-telling that completely silences the journalists.

The news was gone with the wind before it even spread.

Issara accepts responsibility for Apa being about to have a child.

Palitchoke agrees to end his relationship with Issara as he promised to Apiwat. It can be said that he almost bowed his head to the ground to wish for his younger sister to have a normal family life.

Being born into a noble family makes everyone envious. Sometimes there is a framework that outsiders cannot see.

"When will P'Peck come back?"

"I don't know yet."

Palitchoke will withdraw to look at business elsewhere for a while.

"We'll meet again...right?"

Quiet...no sound to answer the question.

"P'Peck"

Issara grabbed the face of the person who was lying down and turned him to face him. kiss gently again

"Let's let everything pass for now. Maybe one day Tom will be happy with his family life."

Said the voice of the lover who was about to change his status to just an older brother.

Issara closed her eyes and listened to the hint of farewell.

I don't remember how many tears fell.

The little man swallowed the sobs that fell into his throat. Move your body and turn to be on top.

"Pa asked Tom to come stay with you tonight. Tom wants to make the most of his time."

"P'Peck, don't forget tonight."

The tan-skinned young man looked at the small man sitting on top of him. Asara bent down and kissed lightly on the left side of her breast. Many tears flowed down to the core of my heart.

Finally, Palitchoke's tears that he had been holding back since morning had flowed.

The clock said it was past midnight.

The sound of the two people's breathing competing with each passing minute.

Promises and morals will be knocking at the door in the next few hours.

Love and lust are spending the rest of their time in the room.

END

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