A continuous ring from the phone wakes Wen up. Well... actually Wen is already woke up, but he is too occupied to even touch his phone at the moment.
"Just answer the call, Wen!"
"Just do what you need to do," he shoves the head back under the duvet. No complains, which is a good sign. Wen flips on his back, soaking himself with a moment of lust.
The phone is ringing, this time it's in a different ringtone. Wen quickly grabs the phone, at the same time he pushes the person under him away.
"Grandpa..."
"Hmm... why didn't you answer the first call?"
It's from him? Gosh, I am toasted!
"I... I was... in a shower..."
"Are you home or...?"
"I... just got back from the business trip," Wen replies quickly, although those words stutter out of his lips. He toasts a pair of black pants at the person who already lingers around his room with nothing but a pair of black boxer.
"Hm..."
A short replies add more heat on Wen's cheek. He knows the old man knew what he is doing right now. It's just, that man chose respect over anything else in this world when it comes to Wen.
"Grandpa, I gotta go now. See you later, hm?" Wen cuts the call after him. He glares at the person who already suits up in casual silk shirt and black pants.
"Why don't you just be honest, Wen?"
"And give Grandpa a cardiac arrest? I don't think so!" Wen dons his sweat shirts.
"Good. At least your name is in the will..."
A sharp glares swats the person shut. He grabs his bag on the table and smuck.
"Eren, listen. I know you have a foul mouth. But, everything has a limitation. Wishing Grandpa dies is crossing that limitation way too far," Wen cups his waist.
"Wen, why are afraid of, huh? I bet by now, that old man is already knew you're gay—"
"Bi. I am bi..."
"Okay, whatever. But, why don't you just be honest? We're together for like 3 years, and I don't see the direction of it anymore!" Eren's hands flop on his thighs.
"Easy for you to say, Eren! Your family is okay with you dating your cousin! I don't think my Ma will love to hear that..."
"Wen, I am adopted, remember?"
"Still..."
Eren huffs before he quickly dashes out of Wen's room. He wiped his face in frustration. There's a lot of words in his mind, but he can't even process all of them.
Wen is dating Eren for three years. The orientation part is a bit problematic, but the real issue is Eren is a son of Wen's aunty. Although he is adopted, he is still a family. His mother displeased with the idea, saying it's bad for the image of his family.
The Wangsorn family.
Wen was born in an old money family; The Wangsorn. They are famous in real estate; also a hotelier group that monopolize the industry all too well. For generations, this family has their status uphold and well respected by the society.
However, things got a little bumpy for the latest generation of Wangsorn. These young blood are known as a bunch of socialite; knows parties more than any business deals and spending more than raking. This group includes Wen, although he's not a hardcore. At least, someone was there to warm his bed every night. That's his limitation.
Wen slows down the tempo after his father passed away five years ago. And when he started his relationship with Eren, he's already a clean man. It's just that no one in his side likes the idea of him dating Eren. Especially his mother. And his grandpa, that man is just doing his best to protect the name of his family, as well as his daughter.
"Here's a file for your authentication..."
"Anything else?" Wen casually asks his secretary. The girl checks the tab in a short glance.
"You have a lunch date with Khun Wangsorn," she replies.
"Okay then..." Wen huffs a bit before he get back to work. This morning, he soaks his mind only for work. Ignoring his phone that beeping constantly. Notification of invitation of a birthday party, organized by Eren for him, is one of the reason of those constant beeping. He despises the idea, so he chose to ignore it.
***
Lunch happens smoothly. No fuss, no mess. Wen casually enjoys the food with his grandfather; though he notices that the old man eats too little.
"Grandpa, are you unwell?" Wen asks.
Pran puts his spoon lightly on the plate. His eyes give out a soft look.
"I'm old, Wen. I can't eat a lot."
"Nah... I think, it's the food..." Wen smacks the napkin on the table with a smile on his face. "Still addicted to pad khra pao from the shop under the bridge?"
Pran sheepishly smiles, looking like a kid who got offered a fried chicken.
"Grandpa, the doctor told you to watch your diet..."
"I am! I mean, the food is balance; there's pork, vegetables, egg, rice—"
"And lots of oil, salt... not to mention the red drink. Lots and lots of sugar!"
"What a Heaven!"
"Don't ever think about it, Grandpa..." warns Wen. Pran smucks again, leaning back to his chair and sulks.
"Grandpa..." softly, Wen grabs Pran's hand. "You promise to at least wait for me to get married—"
"About that, I think... I already lost the will..."
"Grandpa..."
"Wen, listen..." Pran is turning into a serious grandfather this time. "I'm fine with anyone, as long as it's not Eren."
The table falls into a deep silent. Just as how Eren predicted, Pran already knows about Wen's sexual orientation.
"Eren is a good man, Grandpa. He loves me, I love him..."
"I don't think so. I know you two like a back of my hand. Even if Eren is adopted; and it's not illegal for you to marry him, I don't think Eren is a right man for you," says Pran.
Wen ponders for a second. It's true that Eren has some flaws—well maybe a lot of flaws—but everyone is not perfect. Aside of being a party animal and a huge spender, Eren makes Wen happy and being himself all the time.
"Maybe he'll change after we got married. I believe in him," Wen replies, his voice is getting slower.
"Wen, marriage is not only sacred, but a part of our life. I believe in that. So, to choose a right person is a must. And, believe me, Eren is not a right person for you," Pran calmly gives a piece of his mind. He takes some time to check on Wen's reaction.
"Wen..."
"Yes Grandpa?"
"I—"
All of a sudden, the old man falls on the floor. Wen jumps from his seat in panic. He yells out Pran's name, before quickly dials for ambulance.
***
Leaning against the door of his car, Wen lifts his head. He checks on the room just above his head outside the hospital. The light is still on.
Pran has chanting a name right after he wakes up at the hospital bed. At first, Wen is confused. The person that he mentioned is not Wen's deceased grandmother, but another name. When he asks Pran's assistant, the man mentioned a shop under the bridge that Pran used to go. The name belongs to a girl, a waiter of the shop.
"Did he and the girl—?"
"No. They're just close friends, but he likes her so much."
Wen's mind got stuck. This stranger is the one who Pran is looking for right after a severe cardiac arrest? She must be someone important. Or else, how can his not too friendly grandfather asks for her?
He had to do something about it.