Goddess Bless You From Death

Final Case. C49

‘A heartbreaking incident occurred last night. Around 3 AM, villagers heard several gunshots. When the police arrived at the scene, they found six dead bodies, all members of the same family. The police believe it to be a mass murder. From the trajectory of the bullets, they deduced that the perpetrator was the head of the family, Mr Prathipat. Villagers reported that about two weeks prior, he had been arguing with his family and exhibiting strange behaviour, though no one expected such a tragic outcome….’

Thup walked over to the television after hearing the news being broadcast. His well-shaped eyebrows furrowed as he listened to the report. Something made him feel uneasy for no apparent reason, but the ringing phone on the dining table drew his attention away.

"Yes, P'Singh?"

[What are you doing?]

"Making lunch. What about you? Have you eaten yet?" Thup asked while turning off the TV.

[Not yet.]

"Why not? Busy with work?"

[Waiting for some kid to bring it.]

"Hmm?"

[Are you free? Could you drop by the station? I need your help with something.]

"For you, P'Singh, I'm always free."

[Ha, we've been together five years, and you're still flirting with me?]

"Flirting with my boyfriend every day is fun." Thup laughed before starting to pack the food he had prepared into a container. "I'll bring lunch over for you."

[Drive safely]

After hanging up, Thup prepared everything and then turned off the house lights before driving to the police station, where Singha worked. Their five-year relationship had been smooth. Thup was happy every day, just as Singha was. As he turned 30, Singha had also turned 40. Their lives underwent continuous changes over the years.

During their first year, Thup exercised until he was nearly as fit as Singha. In the second year, Singha quit smoking completely, even though he often complained about it. By the third year, Thup learned to drive and got his license, allowing him to drive Singha to work or go shopping by himself.

In the fourth year, Thup saved enough money to take Singha abroad to celebrate his birthday, though Singha ended up transferring the money back to his account. Now, at the beginning of the fifth year, Singha was promoted due to his consistent performance over the years. But one thing never changed: Thup was still Singha's good boy and loved him more and more each day.

Thup arrived at the station in less than half an hour. He greeted the officers he knew and headed straight to the station chief's office.

Knock! Knock! Knock!

"P'Singh, can I come in?" 

"Come in." After hearing the permission, Thup opened the door and smiled at the person sitting at the desk.

"I miss you, P'Singh."

"You're exaggerating, little pup. We haven't even been apart for 24 hours." Thup walked over and hugged Singha, giving him a big kiss on the cheek.

"It must be because I love you so much, P'Singh, that I miss you so much." Singha laughed lightly and patted Thup's head, as he always did.

"What do you need help with?"

"Today, someone reported a break-in and indecent assault.

The victim saw the assailant's face but couldn't catch him because he • escaped. We need to track him down, but our sketch artist is sick, and no one else is good with the software or drawing." Singha slid a stack of papers over to Thup. The drawing of a human with clear eyes, ears, nose, and mouth, but no identifiable features due to hopeless scribbles, made Thup laugh.

"Hahaha, I understand why you called me."

"Eat first. She'll be back in a while."

"Let's eat together. I brought extra." Singha watched as his younger boyfriend eagerly presented the dishes he had prepared. He stood up to his full height, leaning on the desk to trap Thup in the middle. "Do... you not like it?"

"I'd rather eat you than the food." As soon as Singha finished speaking, he kissed Thup's soft lips. They teased each other's tongues skillfully, but before things could go too far, Singha reluctantly pulled away. "I'm full now."

"Please eat some food, or you'll get a stomachache." Thup kissed Singha's nose playfully. "Then you can have me for dessert."

"Who taught you to talk like this?"

"You did."

Their laughter filled the once-tense office. Singha always thought of Thup as the sun, bringing brightness wherever he went. It was true. Their lunch was filled with conversations about their day. No matter how trivial, Thup was eager to share, and Singha was happy to listen. After their simple lunch, the young chief took Thup to the interrogation room to meet the victim.

"Hello, Miss Karn. This is the person I mentioned this morning."

"Hello, I'm Thup."

"H-Hello." After brief introductions and some conversation, Thup began sketching the suspect based on the woman's description. As he drew, Thup noticed a pair of dark hands slowly appearing on the woman's shoulders. He quickly lowered his gaze to the floor before glancing at the observation mirror, knowing Singha was likely watching from behind it.

"Miss Karn, can you tell me... how many times this has happened?"

"This is the first time I've seen his face, but there were two or three times before when I felt like I wasn't alone."

"Recently, have you? Bought anything into your house?"

"Huh?"

"Have you started worshipping anything new?"

Thup lifted his eyes from the sketchbook in his hand and looked past her face. Behind her, a dark shadow gradually took form, becoming a clear figure. A large, muscular man with a bald head and glaring red eyes stood behind the unfortunate woman, his upper body bare. When Thup glanced down at the sketch he had drawn, he sighed, for it was identical. What Karn had seen was exactly what Thup was seeing at that moment.

“It's none of your business."

Singha noticed the change in Thup's expression and immediately knew something was wrong. He instructed the officers who were observing the proceedings to turn off the cameras and recording devices, then walked back into the interrogation room. As soon as his hand touched Thup's shoulder, the spirit vanished.

"Earlier, you mentioned that when the intruder entered your home, you were half asleep. Is that correct?" Singha asked in a steady voice.

"Y-Yes, that's right. And about what you asked earlier.." The woman bit her lip slightly before looking up to answer. "I recently bought... I-Ngang into my home."

Thup nodded in understanding and turned the sketch toward her. 

"Is this what you saw?"

"Yes! Yes, that's him!!"

“I'll put out a notice to find the suspect. Please give us a moment."

Singha led Thup out of the interrogation room to discuss the situation. Thup detailed everything he had seen with a worried expression.

"What is an I-Ngang?"

"It's a type of Khmer talisman, sometimes made from the spirits of violent or tragic deaths, believed to enhance charm, kindness, and business. But it's a dark charm, so there are always negative consequences."

"Are you saying she saw a ghost?"

"What I saw and what she described match." Singha sighed, mirroring Thup's resignation.

"Could it be dangerous?"

"Given her current experience, it doesn't seem like a good thing."

"You should go back and discuss how to resolve this. I'll arrange for officers to watch her house, just in case there's a real person behind this." As Singha turned to leave, he paused and returned. 

"Are you alright? Wearing your amulet?"

"I am. If anything happens, I'll come to you first."

"Good to know." Singha ruffled Thup's hair gently.

After Singha left, Thup took a deep breath to steady himself before re-entering the room. He spent some time comforting the anxious woman before explaining the situation to her.

".. I didn't know. A friend told me it was good, so I got one too."

"I don't know much either, but I recommend removing it from your house. Take it to a temple or return it."

"Alright. But... how did you know?"

"Let's just call it a special ability," Thup replied with a resigned smile. They chatted a bit longer while waiting for Singha to return and handle the rest of the situation.

Despite understanding the supernatural element, Singha didn't disregard the possibility of a real threat. He assigned officers to watch her house to prevent any further incidents.

After the case was settled, Thup waited for Singha in his office. He smiled broadly at a photo on the desk, one of him riding on Singha's back during their first beach trip. The carefree expressions and bright eyes were devoid of stress, reflecting only joy. Thup loved the photo so much that he had made it his phone wallpaper.

"If there's any update, let me know, Sergeant."

"Understood, sir."

When Singha walked back into the room, he saw Thup waiting on the sofa, smiling sweetly at him.

"How did it go?"

"I told her what I could. The rest is up to her." Singha sat beside him, leaning against Thup's shoulder with his eyes closed, seeking a respite from his long day. Thup, knowing his fatigue, wrapped an arm around Singha's waist and gently stroked his back. "Shall I give you a massage when we get home?"

"Like the one the other night?"

"That would just make you sore even more," Thup chuckled, kissing Singha's forehead. He had grown used to Singha's teasing, even if he always ended up losing.

"Shall we go straight home, or do you have other plans?"

"If you're tired, I'll wait for you. You can leave one car here, and I'll drive you here tomorrow."

"Alright." Singha laid his head on Thup's lap to rest his eyes. His workload had been heavy recently, leaving little time for the one on whose lap he now rested. 

"Thup."

"Yes?"

"Let's go to England for Christmas." Singha held Thup's hand to his chest.

"Hmm? Do you want to go?"

"Yeah, I haven't had much time for you lately. A vacation together would be good."

"You don't need to worry about it. I get to wake up with you every morning and hold you every night. That's enough for me." Thup said, gently rubbing the solid chest beneath the white shirt. Singha took Thup's ringed hand and kissed his ring finger, as Thup liked to do.

"Just hold me and sleep together there. Book the plane tickets. I'll book the hotel myself. Use my card to pay."

"If you're really going, then I'll pay for it myself."

"Keep your money. Use your boyfriend's instead," Singha said, turning toward Thup and burying his face in his fragrant stomach.

"You take care of your puppy so well," Thup laughed softly, gently stroking Singha's head.

"Yeah, or else it might change owners," came the muffled voice from Singha's stomach, causing Thup to look down with affection.

"Your puppy isn't going anywhere. It loves you this much already."

"Fake puppy."

Singha bit down on the cream-coloured slack, with his manhood pressing against the fabric. Then he lifted himself up to straddle Thup's lap. Thup, understanding his role, supported Singha's firm backside. Their lips seemed to be drawn to each other, but before they could continue, a knock on the door interrupted their heated moment.

Knock! Knock!

"Who is it?" Singha asked, his tone now stern, unlike before.

"Excuse me, sir. I'm here to inform you that the victim of the burglary has been safely returned home."

"Then go back to work."

"Uh, but someone has filed a report about being mugged and assaulted."

"I'll handle it in a moment."

"Y-Yes, understood." 

Singha stood up to his full height and adjusted his clothes for Thup.

"Go wait at the gym then, since you're already here."

"But I didn't bring a change of clothes."

"My locker, take it." Singha tossed a key to Thup before heading out to handle his pending tasks.

Thup walked to the station gym, the same place where many events had occurred before. Back then, he could barely stand and was emotionally fragile, just asking for help. But now he entered with determination and a straightened back, with no trace of fear. Thup chuckled softly before heading to open Singha's locker with the key engraved with the number.

"Four-two-zero, four-two-zero, where is it?" Thup went through the numbers until he reached the innermost locker. He unlocked it and opened it, but instead of finding expensive clothes or clutter, a bouquet of white roses fell into his arms. Thup's wide smile revealed his two fangs, and his eyes sparkled with pleasure, just like the person standing behind him, arms crossed, leaning against the locker, watching the moment.

"You smile more at the flowers than you do at me."

Thup turned around to face him, wrapping his arms around Singha's waist while his smile grew even wider.

"For what occasion is this?"

"I just wanted to give this to you because you managed to see a ghost without crying recently," Singha said, raising an eyebrow teasingly.

"Well done."

"I just realised how strong I've become, too. If it weren't for you, I might still be stuck in the same old thoughts, still hating my birthday. Still having nightmares, still isolating myself in my room, still being a scared kid," Thup said, gazing at Singha with eyes full of love, respect, and gratitude. "Even though we met in a somewhat strange way, I'm really happy I met you."

"That kid who saw ghosts and was scared in the forest has grown up so much."

"You were scolding me back then." Thup puffed his cheeks slightly before tilting his face towards Singha. "Kiss me to comfort me now."

"Hmph, you little demon wolf," Singha said, locking his hand around Thup's neck and giving his cheek a rough kiss, making Thup laugh brightly.

"I love you, P'Singh."

"I love you too."

Both of them leaned in to exchange a deep kiss. It wasn't a gentle kiss that went unnoticed, nor was it a passionate kiss filled with longing. It was a kiss full of certainty that from now on, no one would have to face their fears alone. They would always be by each other's side until one of them had to leave. 

Luang Pu was right. During his twenty-fifth year, Thup would face severe challenges that nearly cost him his life. He would encounter loss and pain, but once he overcame these trials, it would be like the sky clearing after the rain, with only warmth waiting ahead. And Singha was that warmth and beautiful rainbow in his life.

Singha had once thought he would be alone until death due to what he had done to his sister. He was destined to suffer in solitude without anyone to help him. But today, that was no longer the case. He understood the past and let go of his feelings, not just to free Maysa but also to free himself. The help and light that had come into his life were none other than the child who cried in the forest that day, Thup, all along.

The cries of despair from that day had turned into laughter filled with happiness today. The sorrow of the past did not fade away, but has eased. The important person who left is kept in the heart and memory. The once lonely and dark life now has someone who brings light and guidance.

Ancient beliefs from ages past, Worship and prayer with vows are cast, to heal the body, protect from plight, with liquor and offerings laid to rites. When honouring gods and ghosts, be careful and wise, lest careless words lead to demise. The human mind, as elusive as breath, as the goddess foretold, blesses you from death.

                                                    -Case closed-

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