Toronto, Canada.
Rrrr.. Rrrr...
“Umm...Ai is speaking...”
“Umm...Ai Phuut Khrap.”
[Where are you? You’re a troublemaker.]
“Father Sip?!?” A tall figure which was laying on his bed hugged someone on the wide bed, thumped the thick blankets loose from the naked body. The gray demon is calling himself Aiyaret, the only cherished son of Sippakorn, who is on the other end of the phone call.
[Hhhm, I'm at home, where are you?]
“I'm coming back now, give me ten minutes.”
[I am asking where you are?”]
“In my friend's room.” The long pants that fell on the floor were grabbed and put in as he clutched the phone to his face and shoulders to chat. Did dad come to Toronto? Why?
[Don't hurry, I can wait! when you are driving and you remember what crimes you have committed, they are as long as a kite...Ai.]
“Did Nan come too?”
[Sorry darling son, a helpful-person like Nan is stuck working in Thailand. So, settle down and you will have to settle face-to-face with him.]
Tut!
“Dad! Wait a minute! Dead, I'm dead.” Aiyaret spun around in a daze. He hung up with a sigh, he forgot where he put the car keys, the forgetfulness that Nan always said.
'You are like Sip I00%."
The bigger man wanders around looking for the keys to the car and when he finds it, he grabs it, ready to leave. But probably because he was making a loud noise, the foreigner whose eyes swelled up in the room lying on the crumpled bed opened his eyes to look.
“Ai, where are you going?”
“Home.”
“What is going on? Last hour you said that you didn't want to be alone...How was it? Not fun?”
“What fun?”
“Sex.”
“Oh, don't be upset dear. You're the best but I gotta go cause my dad has just arrived in Toronto.”
“Seriously?”
“A little bit...”
Aiyaret nodded, winks one eye, and organizes his clothes before meeting his birth father. When he saw that everything was fine, he walked out of the room.
…..
The person who just opened the door was thinking about when he was in Canada for the first time at the age of fifteen. As of now, Aiyaret is the age of Nineteen and has gone through many of Toronto's famous winters. Of course, it was always chilling, but there was never a time when his spine froze as much as the winter when his father stood still at his doorstep like now.
“I'm here! Dad, why did you come this time with so many bags of clothes?” Aiyaret began to greet Sippakorn's tall figure sitting on a big suitcase. A smooth face and distinctive light-colored eyes were staring up at him, making him barely dare to move. Looks like his father is really angry.
“They are yours Ai's not mine. This time you are too much, Ai...You got into a fight until you got kicked out. This is just too much.”
“He threw the first punch.” Aiyaret lowered his eyes. He opened his mouth to argue, knowing that it was an act of no help.
“Son, I never taught you to use emotions.”
“I'm sorry.”
“So, what's next?”
“l don't know yet.” Aiyaret answered truthfully and he didn't see any trouble. At most, he will just move to school.
“Then back in Thailand I talked to the professor at the university where I used to be a teacher; you can enter the middle of the semester with no problem.”
“No, I'd like to stay in Canada.” If he were to live in Thailand, near his father's ears near his father's eyes. His Independence will be completely healed.
“Not allowed, go pack your bags and we're going back today. I let you Ai be free for too long and you act bad and this time don't expect Nan to help.” Sippakorn scolded, but Aiyaret didn't lower his attitude just by a glance. He put his thumb up and rubbed his nose, guessing what he thought it would be, “Dad, the bag you sit on top of it is my clothes, right?”
“Yes.”
“And dad, why would you tell me to pack my bags? Dad, you've got it all and you're ready to drag me out too. Dad, there's no need to order me to keep it at all, because you still intend to drag me away anyway, it’s terrible!”
“Swearing in any language won't help me change my mind.”
“You're the worst to the worst!”
“If you come back with me, the Audi R8 that Grandpa bought you as a gift. I will just keep it for you to use instead of another car. But if you don't return to Thailand, I will sell it and you won't get anything out of it. Oh, I will freeze all credit cards.”
“Dad, you are doing this, crucify me and whip me, it would probably hurt less.”
The youthful face gasped at the threat.
His darling Audi, he hadn't even kissed one of the wheels and it was suddenly taken by his father. The heart hurts all over when he thought of the car which sat collecting dust.
“I can really hit you up because you won't be able to cry.”
“Dad, Nan won't let you hit me cause if you-Dad hit me one time, Nan hit you twice.”
“Aiyaret!” Sippakorn raised his hand and pulled up his hair. He began to get annoyed as he thought of trying to calm himself, and then he looked at him. I can't hit him, and I can complain, but he doesn't listen.
Stubborn! Like Nan when he was a teenager, there was nothing wrong with it!
“So, where are you going?”
“l am going to see if dad has packed everything or not. You said we are going back to Thailand. If I stay here, I can only hope to starve to death, Father knows that I can't stand hardship. Don't be mean to me.”
“I'm thinking of when I was your age-Ai, what was I doing? Was I a hot-tempered teenager like you?”
“Dad, you probably did not have time for hot-tempered when you were my age, I guess you father was sitting in your diary and obsessing about Nan.”
“I think reducing your pocket money should be a good thing.”
“It's not good, I just think I didn't say anything at all.” The old oak eyes blinked for sympathy, when he saw that his father didn't say anything more, he decided to go and check his things.
See you soon! Bangkok, good life that fits.
…….
Bangkok, Thailand.
The sweltering heat, unique for a country in Southeast Asia, led Aiyaret, who was accustomed to cold weather, to lean against a large family car to unbutton a few buttons on his shirt to cool off with his hands. Even though he had just walked out of the air-conditioned car until it was cold, he was exposed to hot air for less than ten minutes.
“Dad, are you finished yet? It's very hot.”
“Just a moment! I can't remember where I put Professor Amnat's stuff?”
“How's it going? I'll help you find it.” Aiyaret frowned slightly and looked at the tall figure of his father who stooped around the hood behind the car with that face. Having said that, no one would believe that he was fifty.
“It's a pen box wrapped in blue paper; it's probably lost somewhere.”
“Dad, you really like these big family cars, and you like to lose things in them. Good thing this time it's a pen box and not the car keys like last time.” Aiyaret grumbled, squinting for the box, and soon he found it.
“Found it, it fell next to the driver's seat.”
“I'm old and I must be lost and forgetful.”
“It's not about being old, dad, you've been forgetful ever since I can remember.”
“Grumpy like anyone. A... I just noticed that you are taller again how tall are you now?” Sippakorn reached out to take a small square box in his son's hand. He deliberately changed the topic of conversation by asking about his height which looked a little higher than the last time he met.
“I85 cm, another 2 cm and I will be as tall as you.”
“If you want to be as tall as me, then you should sleep early and grow.”
“l am nineteen father and not nine years old. Do you want me to go to sleep at 9pm? No one will force me. So, this is the university where you, father used to be a teacher right? Where is the Faculty of Architecture? I want to go to see the faculty that Nan used to study in.” Aiyaret looked at the atmosphere around him. It was now afternoon and the sun flew slightly above his head. But the sweltering heat that radiated down even the shadows from the large and many trees didn't dampen the heat.
Aiyaret's eyes turned and stopped at a giant sign in front of the school building. It read: Faculty of Aerospace Engineering.
He chose to study in this faculty like his father because his father was his idol.
But he will not let his father know or he will smile till the big face and the crow's feet will shine!
“I'm going to leave you at the faculty first, and then I'll take you to drive on a tour around the university sometime later.”
“I'll do the tour myself the next day. Once this is done, my father, you take a rest and I'll drive the car back to Nan for myself.” The deep, piercing sound is enough to make sense. Just in the throat, Aiyaret admits that he felt a little guilty for causing an argument until he got kicked out and his father had to get his fingers back. They also have to take them to buy necessary things for staying at a condo near the university to buy student uniforms for studying and finish by bringing them to him for his life at the faculty.
If it wasn't for Nan who would order him to take him back to Nan tomorrow at seven o'clock in the morning, he would have been roused by his father to go to school. Like when he was six years old.
“So, hurry and finish the matter here. So, we can hurry back home.”
“Yes, Father...Father Sip, look at that person.”
“What?” Sippakorn halted by the force of a nudge on the shoulder, he turned to look at Aiyaret who had stopped walking before following the other's gaze to stop at a cool black Harley-Davidson.
“You want it...staying in Bangkok and using a bike like that is fine, but that would be difficult when you want to drive far away.”
“I'm not looking at the bike, but I'm looking at that person who looks like Nan.” Aiyaret shook his head in denial about the bike, his hand still holding onto his shoulder. His father kept his gaze on the transparent figure of someone pushing the car into the park, agile and seemingly in a very rush.
“Who is like Nan? In this world, there's no one like Nan of mine, and that person? Hmm...really similar.” Sip swallowed his own words in his back throat using his pale eyes to look at the same spot as Aiyaret. He looked at the owner of that black Harley, his slender legs in dark jeans drawn across the car's body and it was an impressive scene, when he looked at the person in front of him, his height and shape and sharp face frame looked a bit like the owner of his heart, what he saw was probably small, slender eyes and a yawning mouth that didn't even want to close.
Nan sucks more than he is. There is more to him and as for brutality, he should be able to eat that boy out of sight.
“Dad, you already have Nan, and this one's mine, if you-Dad still doesn't stop staring at him like that, I'll report you to Nan.”
“Report for what? Such nonsense. What is this about, at first glance? you show ownership, not all men in the world will like men, Ai.”
“My heart tells me what my heart tells me, and it is telling me that he must be mine.”
“Are you lost or sleepwalking?”
“Father, you told me that when you first met Nan Dad-you were hypnotized by his eyes and [ was also hypnotized by those legs you. So, wait here for me.”
“Ai Aiyaret!” Sippakorn called out to the tall figure of his son who was moving his long legs, half walking, half running towards the person who was about to run up the school building. His eyesight and longevity looked at the actions of the two children and he saw Aiyaret bent down to pick up something that the other had dropped. After that, the good son ran after him and grabbed the arm of the person he was following him in his hand.
From whom did he take courage and a cheerful face like that? Who did it come from!
“Yellow Duck.”
Aiyaret smirked, showing white teeth at the man who turned to hold on, he took a deep breath and smelled the scent of his tangled hair. It was so messy that the other person had to flick his face to get rid of the hair that had poked his face and poked his eye out.
Northern dark eyebrows, slender, single oval eyes typical of a real Asian person, slightly bewildered and furrowed so hard that they almost bumped into each other when they saw the yellow duck keychain lingering in the person's hand. The front frame is sharp but the machine’s face is torn down, looking down at the compact shoulder bag that is hung over his chest.
It used to have a yellow duck, but now it doesn't.
“Oh! Mister Duck.”
“You dropped it.”
“Ah...thank you.”
“What's your name?”
“Thank you very much, if I lose it, I'll be screwed... Let’s go, Mister Duck... we are late.”
“Wait a minute...” Aiyaret could hold the other party only by voice. All he could do was look at the transparent figure running in the other direction while bending to put on the duck keychain.
He's gone and he didn't even know his name yet.
“Will you go back to Nan or will you run after him into school today?”
Sippakorn comes to a stop near his son's tall figure and teases when he sees Aiyaret's eyes, still looking after him.
“Dad, can you tell me one more time? The feeling when you father met Nan for the first time. Father, how do you know that was something called love.” Young man looked begging for the same story. He recalled the love story of his father and Nan that had been heard a hundred times until he got bored, but he didn't know why today he wanted to hear it.
“I can tell you, but I can't tell you what love is. About that...Ai, you have to learn until the feeling crystallizes and then you can answer by yourself yes or no.”
“I think this time yes.”
“Is he going to be with you too? You ask for the name and you are still ignored. I should've been heartbroken from the start.”
“Oh dad...don't support me at all.”
………
Classroom.
“Chen-Nhai.”
“Here.”
“Just in time.”
“I'm a punctual person. Professor, exactly Ipm.” A tall and slender figure rushes in from the door and behind him can barely hear his name. The owner, Chen-Nhai, grinned broadly at the class teacher standing in front of the projector screen before he put himself at the lecture table in the back row.
“You always arrive in class at the last second always from First Year to Second Year, you come and sit down, and I will start the lesson.”
“Yes sir.”
“You are late.” Nine's greeting sounded as soon as the lesson started and it was just loud enough for a few people to hear because he didn't want to be caught by a teacher in front of ed.
“None of you guys called me to wake me up late in a hurry, almost lost Mister Duck too. Fortunately, there someone picked it up for me.” The troublesome yellow duck keychain was strapped to his bag and again as the owner kept talking, “So, damn handsome.”
“Me? Thank you for appreciating my looks and its time you realize that I am blessed with handsomeness from birth.”
“Not you, Ton! I mean the duck picker.” Nhai rolled his eyes at his best friend who sits on the right and reached out to pull a pen from Intha on the left seat.
“Hey! Nhai, my pen.”
“Let me borrow it, my pen was lost yesterday and I haven't bought a new one. Can you can give it to me Intha so I do not have to pay to buy a new one.”
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“You can use Nine’s; he fucking has many pens.”
“Why do I have to use Nine's pen? You're the one who should use Nine's.” Intha grabbed his pen before he leaned back against the seat to make way for Nhai to talk to Nine who was sitting next to himself.
“Honors Student, may I bother you for a pen.”
“You bother me for the pen every day and more cause more trouble for others to collect the duck for you.” Nine’s smooth face spelled out every move of the three best friends. Nhai said that before handing the pen to the group's bad boy like the pen he liked to lose, eight of the ten were his. Horribly frustrating.
“This duck must not be lost. my Paa let me take care of it and if Mister Duck is lost, I'll be disinherited. Do you guys understand that this damn duck is my whole life? You guys have to help me take care of it.”
“What does the duck have to do with us?”
“You guys know I'm very good at losing things, I beg you, help me take care of Mister Duck.”
“Who picked it up for you just now?” Nhai sneered with a nervous smile and asked while writing down the lecturer.
"I don't know, I've never seen his face, but he's very handsome.”
“Very handsome? Well, you go be his wife, and then let him take care of both the fucking duck and you.”
“Fuck you! I'm a real man, my crush is Nong Kanliu. First Year Star, Management Faculty.”
“Have you ever told a story about how to flirt with Nong Kanliu to your Paa?” Nine put down his pen and turned to ask him as he pushed Intha away because he wanted to stare at the front and curse the person who spoke nonstop for a few sentences.
“I so freaking told him! When I finished speaking all I got was a duck.”
“Your father must have told you indirectly that you should take care of the duck before you think about taking care of anyone.”
“Nine, Nine, are you still my friend?”
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you're not quiet, then you don't have to borrow lecture notes from me.”
“Okay, got it! At the end of the period, I will ask for the lecture notes.”
Nhai accepted the solemn words which he had taken seriously in life, causing the rest of his friends to shut up and turn their faces apart in different directions. Ton turned back to sit and play games on the phone, and Intha found himself lying down for a long sleep. As for Chen-Nhai, he sat tightly clutching the duck keyring.
Because his Paa said he must take good care of Mister Duck!
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