Police in Love

The National Police Office ordered Police Sergeant Mangkorn to rest for another week. The man's condition was gradually improving, but he couldn't help but wonder if he had been receiving too much care from his fake husband.

 

Is something possessing the inspector?

 

Evening has arrived. The sun is sinking low and waving goodbye to the horizon. A golden-orange light is spreading across the sky. Birds are flying in droves to return to their nests. As winter begins, the night comes earlier than usual. The sky, once bright, is starting to take on a deep purple hue.

 

Now, in the front yard, a dragon in a thin T-shirt was strolling along the path, his beautiful eyes staring at the surrounding scenery. The cool air was so refreshing that he couldn't help but take a deep breath.

 

“Sigh, the weather is really nice today.”

 

“When did it start blooming?”

 

Today, the house was quieter than usual. The workers had taken the day off to attend the Kathina robe offering ceremony, while Khunying Pharadda had gone out with the Police Wives Association. Only he was left sitting around, feeling lonely.

 

Just as the little person was stretching, the owner's son's car drove back into the garage. But before the dragon could even reach out to greet him, someone quickly opened the door and got out, speaking in a serious tone.

 

"Why are you wearing just that? It's so cold outside. You'll get sick!"

 

"I just came out to stretch, Inspector."

 

“You’re not fully recovered yet. You’d better go back inside.”

 

As soon as the words ended, the taller man's back was immediately pushed in by a large hand. The atmosphere inside the house was quiet because there were only two of them. Therefore, the person who would be cooking today could be none other than 'Sergeant Thiartha'.

 

“I bought a lot of things today. Do you want to eat anything?”

 

"Huh? Inspector? You want to cook?" Mangkorn replied, not believing his ears. Inspector?

 

“Why are you like this? Is my appearance not acceptable?”

 

“I don’t know. It doesn’t look like you can do it.”

 

"Girls all say I cook delicious food," I said, just to make it look good.

 

Believe it or not, he doesn't really make it for anyone to eat.

 

“Heh, you make it for the girls to eat often, don’t you?”

 

"Don't be angry, you. Go wait in the living room." And before walking towards the kitchen, Thiartha turned back and said jokingly once more.

 

You yourself.” “Wife should be happy that your husband is cooking.

 

"Inspector Thiar!"

 

So what? It would be boring to have him just sit and wait like this. Finally, the stubborn police sergeant stood up and walked straight into the kitchen as well.

 

The aroma of some soup wafted through the air, but before he could say anything, a pair of light brown eyes stared at the back of the person who was skillfully cooking.

 

Cool again, what kind of crazy person?

 

Since coming to Chiang Mai, how many times had he complimented the police lieutenant? It was hard to count on one's fingers. However, when the other party turned around and saw who the visitor was, he frowned slightly.

 

"I told you to wait in the living room."

 

"I want to help."

 

“No need. I’ll handle it myself.”

 

“Can’t you help me? Na, na.” The sparkling eyes that came with the pleading voice made Thiartha’s heart skip a beat. What was this? The cuteness from earlier had put Casanova in a daze for a moment before he had to relent.

 

“If you want to help, help.”

 

“Yes, the officer is so kind.”

 

The helpers are ready, and the power is ready. The dragons are assigned to do simple tasks such as chopping vegetables and picking up various utensils throughout the cooking time. The silence does not penetrate the gap because there are only voices talking, joking, wanting to scold, and waiting.

 

"You, you have vegetables stuck to your face. Let me take them off for you."

 

The dragon paused for a moment before standing there, unmoved, letting the person in front of him handle it. However, he was immediately taken advantage of. There was nothing left on his face, but the old man teased him by using his hand, covered in white powder, to smear it on his smooth cheek lightly, leaving a visible smudge.

 

“You're dirty.”

 

"Sergeant!" He exclaimed, his eyes widening. This person really couldn't be trusted.

 

“Why? I helped you.”

 

“You want to play, right, Inspector? Sure!”

 

Do you think that a person like me would accept it? 

 

His hawk eyes looked around for something nearby and suddenly picked up a piece of tapioca flour and threw it at the sly man without hesitation. Karma caught up with him in the blink of an eye.

 

"Here you go, Inspector. You got it."

 

“Ouch, are you kidding me?”

 

"The Inspector teased me first." White powder began to scatter across the floor and into the kitchen. Thiar's handsome face turned white. Mangkorn was no different.

 

“Sure, come on.”

 

A small war breaks out, with both laughter and warnings. No one will give in. But when it comes to teasing, there must be someone superior. The handsome police officer is arresting the criminal by pulling the other party closer, putting the dragon at a disadvantage.

 

“That’s enough, you. It’ll all get dirty.”

 

"Let go, Inspector."

 

The younger one stopped in his tracks. Now the small body was being tightly wrapped around him. He had just told him to let go, but his actions were the opposite. The increased closeness was starting to make him breathless. The owner of the light brown eyes looked up at the other's face. However, the teasing one leaned down to snuggle close to his clear cheek.

 

"You smell so good," Thiartha whispered with a hint of anger in his voice.

 

“I’m going out of town tomorrow for a few days. Don’t miss me.

 

There was barely any strength to push him away. Moreover, the cunning person suddenly changed the subject. What a cheat!

 

"I won’t miss you," he replied sarcastically. "You will miss the Inspector's girls more."

 

And a faint chuckle followed immediately. The strong arms loosened slightly, but the indigo eyes still stared at the round face with mixed feelings.

 

“I really don’t have anyone.”

 

"Hee, even flirtatious people say that."

 

“There isn't anyone.”

 

This time, the speaker's tone was clearly different from before. It was both warm and serious. Even Dragon didn't know what trick the inspector was up to, so he could only lower his head and look down at the floor to vent his embarrassment.

 

“Please wait for me to come back. I won’t be gone long.”

 

“W-what are you talking about as if you’re going to war?”

 

"I just wanted to let you know, I'm afraid you'll be waiting."

 

Those words made the listener's little heart skip a beat. He began to lose understanding of himself, and confusion started to creep in. What was the sergeant saying? Did he want to make us fall in love?

 

No one said anything after that. Silence filled the air. It was Thiartha who leaned in close, so close that his warm breath brushed against the side of his white ear.

 

"I'll hurry back." The whisper was too close, making the dragon almost forget to breathe.

 

Red streaks spread across his round face. How can he control his behaviour so that the other person doesn't know that he’s both embarrassed and his heart is beating fast? How can he handle this feeling?

Three days have passed.

 

After nearly one week of recovery, the police sergeant will be able to return to work. Today is the same as usual, doing nothing other than eating and sleeping. The slender legs walked down from the upper floor and met Khunying Pharadda, who was sitting, arranging something. The favourite daughter-in-law, not wanting to disturb the time so much, slowly turned away and walked away, but was stopped by a sharp voice.

 

“Little Dragon, come here, my child.”

 

"Yes, ma'am... ma'am."

 

“Come see young Thiar quickly.”

 

The father was organising the photos into a new album. On the table were many images, and the one that caught his eye the most was a tall, handsome boy with a pouty face crying near a fallen tree.

 

“This picture was taken when Thiar was five years old, my dear. Thinking back to that time, I still can’t stop laughing.”

 

“Why?” The dragon immediately became curious.

 

"Did you see that trumpet tree over there? When Mom first planted it, it was only as tall as my leg. Because of his childish mischief, Thiartha fell off his bicycle. And he wasn't crying because it hurt. He said he killed the tree."

 

The father told the story while pointing to the beautiful white blosSaming tree. Thinking back, the fence around this house held memories of his son's childhood. "I think that one day, the lieutenant will meet someone he really wants to spend his life with."

 

As he said this, he felt an indescribable heaviness in his heart. Many flirtatious people can stop, while others can't. But after living with Inspector Thiartha, he believed this man could stop flirting and become a good husband and father.

 

"What about the little dragon? Can you give him a chance?"

 

"Yes, sir?" A high-pitched voice answered. The dragon did not understand the lady's question very well. What kind of occasion was this?

 

"If he stops being a playboy..."

 

"Ah, it's impossible for the police lieutenant and I. Besides, marriage is just a way to change your fate. You'll eventually get divorced. It's not..."

 

"Yes, Mom. We have to get a divorce."

 

He hadn't even finished speaking when he was interrupted by a deep voice from the new person. Thiar stepped in. He had arrived since the sentence his mother had spoken to the wife who had changed his fortune, asking her to give him a chance. 

 

Thiar had stopped to listen and waited for the answer just the same. However, the word "divorce," just coming out of her thin lips, felt like being stabbed with a sharp needle. The sound echoed in his head, and his sharp eyes flickered, a wave that the dragon had no chance to see.

 

"What kind of divorce are you, Thiar?"

 

"It's just a fake marriage. We're going to get divorced anyway."

 

"Yes, my wife, you can change my fortune."

 

As soon as the words ended, the two gazes met. One spoke with emotion without thinking, but it caused the other person just as much pain.