Harit came into the family room where is his wife was watching her favorite soap opera and announced:
"I have a surprise for you."
Hearing her husband's voice behind her, Soraya turned away from the television with excitement.
"What surprise?" She asked.
"Close your eyes," he instructed.
Soraya closes her eyes and waits patiently.
Harit came and stood in front of his wife like a gallant hero and stuck a pose.
"Can I open them now?" Soraya eagerly asked.
"Yes," came his reply.
Soraya opens her eyes and upon seeing her husband, she burst into giggles.
"Harit, what in the world are you wearing?"
"This is my new outfit for playing squash," Harit informs.
"Squash?"
"Yes, and I will get you one so we can play the game together."
"No, thank you," Soraya replies and resumes watching her soap opera.
"Wait, I will show something," Harit hurried off and returned with a squash racquet.
He started swinging the racquet to demonstrate his skills before Soraya.
"I don't know anything about playing squash," she tells him.
"I will teach you," Harit assures.
"But you don't play squash yourself," Soraya interjected.
"I grew up playing table tennis so I know I can hit a ball with this racquet," Harit swings the racquet again.
"And I have signed us up for a lesson," he adds.
Soraya was nonplussed.
"Harit I don't understand....you have never been interested in playing squash before."
Harit sits next to Soraya and places his arm around her shoulders.
"Soraya. I have been thinking lately. I know I have been busy with work and we don't spend that much time together."
"That's why I signed us up for squash lessons. That way we can spend a lot of time together."
Soraya smiles at he husband.
"You can be so sweet at times."
They shared a kiss.
Their son Wiwat, came into the family room and installed himself on the arm of the couch on which his parents sat.
"Have you noticed anything different?" Harit asked his son.
Wiwat frowned.
"No."
Harit got up and started swinging his racquet.
Wiwat observes his father for a while before having a light bulb moment.
"You have put weight, Dad."
Harit became cross.
"I didn't ask if I had put on weight. Now take another look," Harit carried on swinging the racquet back and forth.
"Is that a squash racquet?"
Harit beams at his son.
"When did you start playing squash?" Wiwat asked his father.
Soraya gave her son a gentle pat.
"Your father wants us to start playing squash."
"That sounds like a great idea," Wiwat smiles at his mother.
"Dad certainly needs the exercise."
"That's the whole point of us playing," Harit slaps the racquet against his palm.
"The goal is to exercise while enjoying ourselves."
At the Teemakorn mansion, Lady Masaris floated down the grand staircase on the arm of her son.
She was wonderfully gowned in lilac chiffon and sequins while her son had on a dinner jacket and tie.
As their guests were shown into the grand salon by the maid, Lady Masaris came forward to greet them in a cloud of lilac chiffon and seductive rose perfume.
"Good evening," Lady Masaris smiled as she shook hands with Mr Poon, a successful lawyer and his wife Susie.
"How are you?"
"We are fine, thank you. And yourself?"
"Simply wonderful. Please sit down." Lady Masaris turned.
"I am sure you have met my son?"
Arnon politely shook hands with the guests as they were served champagne.
"We were late because our daughter had a blinding headache and contemplated not bringing her along," Mr Poon explained.
"Oh my poor child," Lady Masaris moaned sweetly.
"No, please it's nothing," Lakana said shyly.
"I think she excited about meeting your son," Susie laughs.
"Well, it's still a headache," Lady Masaris said before looking at her son.
"Arnon, please take Lakana to my room and give her an aspirin."
Arnon nodded and stood up.
"Please come with me," Arnon offered before they left the room together.
In his mother's elegant bedroom, Arnon went into the dressing room while Lakana looked around her glamorous surroundings with admiration.
Arnon came out with the aspirin and a glass of water.
"Here you are," Arnon hands Lakana the tablets and water.
"Thank you," Lakana whispered as she took the medication.
"I am sorry to be such a bother," Lakana said apologetically after she was done.
"No, it's fine. Just relax and enjoy yourself."
"I heard you are transferring to a new school?"
"Yes, I am."
"Julius College is one of the best schools in the country."
"I know that."
"I hope you enjoy your time there and maybe even make new friends," Lakana added sincerely.
"Thanks."
Lady Masaris entered her bedroom.
"How is she?" She asked her son.
"I am much better. Thank you," Lakana smiled.
"Then come down so we can all have dinner," Lady Masaris takes Lakana's hand as they all went down the stairs.
Julius College, an all boys school was founded in 1941 by a teacher who was passionate about education.
Through the years the school had maintained a strong commitment to providing a stimulating learning environment with emphasis on academic excellence, discipline, physical education and extra-curricular activities.
One fine Monday morning, one of its current students by name Wiwat strolled through the campus grounds.
In his neat uniform, white socks, black leather shoes with a matching black leather Jacob satchel.
The loud chatter of boys filled the air as they moved about in groups and gangs. Going into and coming out of buildings.
Wiwat made his way up a flight of stairs of one of the classroom blocks.
It's halls were crowded with more boys in uniforms.
"Wiwat!"
Wiwat paused and looked around him.
"Wiwat!"
He heard his again before Tawan jumped out out of the crowd and happily approached him.
"Hello, Tawan. How are you?" Wiwat greeted his friend.
"I am good thank you. Did you have fun in Pattaya with your parents?"
"Yes, I did. We went to Koh Larn and enjoyed the beaches and crystal clear waters."
"Wiwat I have secret," Tawan smiled mysteriously.
Wiwat became curious.
"What secret?"
"I am in love. He is the wonderful person you will ever have to meet."
"I know, is it not Pluem?"
"No, it's not him. He is old news. This one is half Thai and half Danish.," Tawan was deliriously happy.
"The thing is that I got my mother to promise she would rent an Airbnb in Krabi for the holidays and he promised to me visit me there. What do you think of that?"
"I am happy for you," Wiwat offered.
Tawan suddenly became distracted.
"Look ahead. That's the new transfer student," he promptly informed Wiwat.
Wiwat looked up.
He saw the student in question walking along the hall carrying books and a new badminton racquet.
He carried himself like a monarch.
Wiwat also noticed the other students whispering among themselves as they watched pass by.
He finally passed by Wiwat and Tawan as they pretended to have not noticed him.
"Who is he?" Wiwat whispered softly to Tawan.
"He is from a wealthy family and his mother is a prominent socialite. But that's not the most shocking thing about him."
"Is there more?"
"His father died six months ago and his mother is rumored to have killed him. She was married before and her first husband also died under mysterious circumstances."
"That's why she has been nicknamed black widow."
Wiwat's mouth flew open.
The school's alarm went off and the students started making their way to their respective classrooms.
"Please take my things to the classroom. I need to use the bathroom."
Tawan handed Wiwat his books and leather satchel before rushing off.
Wiwat got to their classroom and deposited Tawan's things on his desk before he took his seat.
A wild idea crossed his mind.
Wiwat reached for his phone and began a forensic search on Instagram.
He couldn't stop thinking about the new transfer student and things Tawan had told him.
Instead of alarming him it rather made him more intriguing.
After some false leads Wiwat found his Instagram handle.
Wiwat paused for a moment and then decided to send this direct message.
"I am told I am very charming, so perhaps if you would like to meet me and pity me enough to make me fall in love with you. Come to Central Embassy Mall after school."
Wiwat then pressed send.
At the badminton court on campus, Arnon and Hun delivered a high level opening match.
It was filled with intense rallies, momentum shifts and memorable in-between moments.
Hun claimed the first game 21-13 before Arnon responded with a 21-12 win in the second.
Both scores were close until one of the players managed to break away.
The decider followed the same pattern as Hun built a strong lead at 20-13, only for Arnon to claw back the points by capitalising on errors made by Hun.
In the final Hun gave everything he had to claim his glory back but couldn't prevail against Arnon.
As they shook hands Arnon asked:
"How are you feeling now?"
"I am not feeling great right now. We will have to see how our next match will turn out," Hun said and Arnon agreed.
As Arnon collected his things, from the corner of his eye, he noticed students watching him with great curiosity as they whispered amongst themselves.
He ignored it all.
Checking his phone Arnon saw an Instagram notification.
After reading the direct message he could not but smile at the brazen nature of the sender.
Tuck was polishing a sleek Mercedes minivan when he saw Arnon approaching the vehicle.
"Good afternoon Master Arnon," Tuck slide the door open.
"Hello,Tuck."
After Arnon got in, Tuck closed the door and hurriedly got behind the wheel.
"Tuck."
"Yes, Master Arnon."
"Take me to Central Embassy Mall."
Wiwat arrived at the Central Embassy Mall which was futuristic in design and had a white minimalist interior.
Wiwat now waited for Arnon to show up.
"Hello."
Arnon said in a cool way and his voice had a pleasant depth to it. Wiwat thought.
"You came."
"Curiosity got the better part of me," Arnon came closer, eyeing Wiwat with interest.
"Is your curiosity satisfied?" Wiwat playfully asked.
Arnon responded with a grin.
"What's your name?"
"Arnon."
"Arnon?" Wiwat repeated.
"Yes," Arnon drawled and Wiwat gave him a twinkling look.
"I do not know if I like it or not."
"You liking it is not important."
Wiwat smiled. He found Arnon's humor contagious.
"Why did you come?"
"Your invitation was so brazen that I could not resist."
Wiwat smiled with delight at Arnon's revelation.
"Your message got my Interest, so I had to see you for myself."
He was quite mad to have sent Arnon such an invitation.
Looking at his clothes, Wiwat asked:
"Did you have match today?"
"I did. I struggled to settle into my normal routine at the beginning but after five successive points I was able to claim the set comfortably."
"Who did you play against?"
"Hun."
Looking at his watch, Wiwat remarks.
"I will go now."
"I must see you again," Arnon declared. "When can we meet again?"
Wiwat smiled.
"Tomorrow? This weekend? Or next week?"
Wiwat only waved before walking away.
Arnon went after him.
"Just say something."
Wiwat kept walking.
"Are you afraid?" Arnon asked.
"No, I am not afraid."
"You have a quality about you," Arnon said quickly.
"What quality is that?"
"You can be adorable when you want to be."
"I will take that as a compliment."
Coming out of the mall Wiwat went in search of a taxi, Arnon followed closely.
"Do you really want to fall in love with me?" Arnon asked.
"Can you make me fall in love with you?"
Wiwat threw a question back at him.
Arnon blocks Wiwat from moving further.
"It's a challenge I am willing to try if it's what you want."
"You are just teasing," Wiwat pushed him away then waved a taxi to stop.
Arnon held back his hand.
"Give me three months and I will.make you fall in love with me," Arnon vowed.
"You seem very confident. I am all in," Wiwat accepted.
They both smiled at each other before Wiwat got into the taxi.
Arnon leaned into the window of the taxi. Their faces were just inches apart.
"There is no backing out now."
Arnon stood back and watched the taxi drive on.
Wiwat turned around and stared at Arnon through the back window of the taxi.
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