Mafia's Unexpected Fiancee

8. I miss you

CHAPTER EIGHT

I’d never considered myself built; not even in the slightly but the way Tawan’s Dior shirt was sticking to my body right now, made me realize the few gym sessions I had been attending were actually paying off. Usually I’d never finish the entire training session and if I actually did, I would be in huge pain for quite a few days. I just never got to understand how someone could be working out two to three hours a day. Were their bodies made of something that I wasn’t lucky to have? I wasn’t lazy. No. I just lacked the patience of waiting to see a change of physique.

“Hmmm…when did you get so big?” Dean observed. He was much leaner than I, giving him the advantage of fitting into Tawan’s longer shirts and sweatpants.

“No idea. Must be all the protein I’ve been devouring for the past few days,” I shrugged, scouting for another shirt and in the end, I finally secured one.

It was a blue shirt with some Thai words written at the back. I maybe of Thai origin from both parents but my parents hadn’t been that keen on making sure I even knew how to speak the language or anything to do with the culture. Sure, I’d picked quite a few phrases from watching movies but that was just it. Sometimes it felt like my parents were trying to cut themselves from anything to do with their origin.

“Breakfast has been-why are you wearing that shirt?” I could have sworn that I saw Tawan’s eyes thicken with something close to anger as the sight of me wearing that shirt.

“It was the only one that could fit me,” I darted a worried look at Dean and he just shrugged, settling himself down. Ugh! Why were we friends again?

Tawan walked closer to where I was still standing rooted to the ground. The rage in his eyes slowly disappeared, something akin to bitterness and longing resting in his large brown eyes. He treaded his fingers over the shoulders of the shirt, walked around me, his fingers now on the words as he read them.

“c̄hạn ca khidt̄hụng khuṇ,” His voice was rather filled with a longing that would have anyone rather curious, “Do you know what that means?”

“Not really,” I shook my head.

He came back around, looking me in the eyes with what I could only presume as sadness , “It means, I miss you. That’s the closest Lamon has ever come to ever saying I love you to me. Pretty pathetic of me to be waiting on him like this, right?”

“Oh, you are in love with him? I thought that you two were just…what are you two again? We did find you kissing then you went with new guys,” Maybe I should learn to shut up and not butt my head into things that do not concern me.

“Lamon and I are…complicated,” he forced a smile, sitting down at the head of the table, “So I was thinking after breakfast, I could give you two a tour of my house, probably ride a tuk tuk. Wait, have you ever ridden a Tuk tuk before?” he questioned. How the hell did this man known how to switch moods in an instant? I should pick a lesson if not two from him.

“What is a Tuk tuk?” I questioned, sitting down and now my attention being taken away by the delicacies spread on the table from one end to the other. Dean was barely concentrating on what Tawan was saying as he kept filling his plate with whatever he could find.

“It’s a motorized rickshaw-you know what? How about I just show you instead after breakfast? You can’t step in Thailand and not have the full Thai experience,” he then ushered with his hand, “Dig in as you please. Your friend is already way ahead,”

Dean froze mid-air with the serving spoon full of rice in his hand, “Wait, did I do this the wrong way? Back at home we just dig in and-“

“Hey, don’t worry about it but if you are planning on staying for more than a day, I would very much love to give you some pointers,” he smiled easily. The one thing I’d learnt about Tawan so far was that he was a naturally easy going guy who easily made anyone feel comfortable and he was clearly in love with Lamon. I kind of felt sad for him. Why Lamon of all people? He was a complete jerk, who I kissed, and didn’t seem to care much about anyone else except himself.

“Grilled pork skewers for breakfast?” I muttered, my eyes falling on a particular dish. In my defense, I mostly ate bacon or omelet and coffee for breakfast.

“Oh, we just call it Moo ping in Thailand. Why do you seem surprised?” He questioned, serving himself a bowl of some thick soup which did appear tantalizing.

“Can I take a picture? I’ve never had this much breakfast,” I said, already fishing for my phone.

“Only if I appear on it. Tag me,” He was seriously charming and I had feeling we would have become best of friends if we had met earlier in life.

I took a picture of the food, then with each of biting into the end of the Moo ping, sides of the head pressed close together, I snapped a selfie of us. If my life was falling apart, then the least I could do is devour all the good memories I get along the way.

“Oh mother of dragons, you two,” Dean groaned, then went ahead to eat.

“Just say you wanted to be in the picture,” I joked.

“No, thank you,” he quickly said amidst a mouthful, something that earned him a glare from Tawan. I chuckled under my breath, proceeding to snap a picture of him anyway without him realizing it. Dean was pretty much photophobic despite how great he looked in the pictures. Sometimes, I always wanted to smack the back of his head and ask him to give me that sharp jawline if he didn’t want the camera on him. Such a good facial physique being wasted.