Police in Love

It looks like someone is doing something...

 

The lion continued to act clingy and not far from the dragon, like someone who wanted to show his interest openly without hiding it.

 

Today, too, a police sergeant who had just recovered from a shooting had to go out to inspect the area, but Saming, or Police Lieutenant Lampang, followed him like a shadow.

 

"Senior, coming like this, won't it ruin the event?" The dragon turned to ask, his face thoughtful but polite.

 

"I'm here for work, Mangkorn."

 

“Huh?” The slender eyebrows knitted together tightly. It seemed that this little person was the only one in the team who still didn’t know anything about this matter.

 

Inspector Lampang stopped walking and waited for the dragon to catch up before speaking in a calm voice.

 

“There is an order to move the Black Bulls to Lampang.”

 

“Huh? Really? Why is that?”

 

"I don't know either. It's an order from the National Police Department."

 

Saming answered without any emotion, but his eyes showed that he knew more than he was saying.

 

The dragon paused for a moment. He thought that this whole matter would still be under the responsibility of the Chiang Mai City Police Station, but this sudden order had completely changed its direction. Now he couldn't help but wonder what it was all about.

 

Also, did Inspector Thiartha agree?

 

“But in Lampang, I am confident that everyone will work as well as they do here.”

 

"But in any case, seniors must capture their boss, right?"

 

“Of course,” Saming said with a slight smile, but it was a fake smile.

 

“I won’t let this happen if it’s something so important.”

 

Why does the senior look so relaxed? His round eyes stare at the indifferent face. If he really wants to continue this case, why hasn't he returned to Lampang yet? Strange. 

 

"Do you think we should go out to eat?" Saming changed the subject.

 

"That's good. I'm starting to get hungry."

 

Throughout the day, people have clearly expressed their interest in this young person, with many questions, such as: Does Dragon have a girlfriend? Or not yet married? What kind of people does the dragon like? Is the dragon interested in becoming a police wife?

 

All in all, it was understood that he was joking. However, if Police Lieutenant Lampang did not think so, there was a hidden meaning in those words.

 

As the day progressed, Saming and Mangkorn got along well with the villagers. However, the police sergeant seemed to be more beloved and cared for. Wherever he went, he received smiles from the elders.

 

"Who is Nong Mangkorn coming with today? Inspector Thiar isn't coming with you, son?"

 

"He’s not coming, Auntie."

 

"Auntie, this is Saming. He's a police lieutenant from Lampang."

 

"This handsome officer, does he have a girlfriend yet?"

 

Saming didn't answer immediately, but instead turned to look at the dragon and smiled before teasingly saying something, hoping to score some points.

 

"If the people around here love me, I'll love them."

 

"Anlae, you're in love with the little sword, Hika (Huh? You must secretly like the little sword, huh?)"

 

"Little Dragon, are you coming out?"

 

But before he could continue the conversation, a shrill voice suddenly interrupted. The dragon automatically turned to look, while Saming smiled slightly because the owner of the voice was Than Parinya's wife, or Thiartha's mother.

 

"Hello, Khunying Pharadda."

 

"Oh, Saming, how did you get here?"

 

“I have an urgent order.”

 

As she questioned her son's friend, Hawkeye gaze fell on his left ring finger, which was devoid of a wedding ring. His breath became slightly louder, but his mind was still circling back to Saming's actions just now.

 

Are you flirting with a dragon? I'm dreaming. A feeling of dissatisfaction arose, but he still expressed it in his usual red-footed gentlemanly manner, his face still holding a smile, and he said,

 

"Saming, would you like to go have dinner at Auntie's house? Nong Mangkorn, invite Inspector Saming to have dinner at our house, my child."

 

“At home?” That sentence made his thick eyebrows furrow together.

 

"Dragon, take Inspector Ming with you, my child. Mother will prepare food and wait for you. P'Thiar will be happy that his friend is coming to eat with him."

 

And the brother dropped another big fuse. The previous sentence was not resolved, and a new one immediately took its place.

 

"Mom, go first, kids."

 

Saming still kept his doubts to himself and didn't ask anything, or rather, he didn't need to. The living room was filled with the couple's laughter as they sat waiting for the lady of the house to prepare a special meal. At this time, Thiartha, who should have returned, still hadn't returned from work.

 

"Will the dragon come to live in Chiang Mai permanently?" asked Saming, leaning back comfortably on the sofa.

 

"No, senior. I'll be back in two months." 

 

Yes, just a few more months until we get divorced.

 

"I thought you were going to be here permanently, but if you move to Lampang, you're always welcome."

 

Saming's words made the police sergeant chuckle softly, but before he could reply, a deep voice suddenly interrupted.

 

“Who will give it away?”

 

The conversation was immediately interrupted. Saming and Mangkorn turned to the sound at the same time. The person standing there was none other than Thiartha, the son of the owner of the house, who had just returned from work.

 

The young police officer leaned against the door frame, his eyes fixed on the two of them. His face looked slightly tired, his hair was unkempt and dishevelled, and the jacket slung over his shoulders looked haphazardly worn.

 

The whole day, he was annoyed that the dragon had gone with him, and what bad karma had made him have to find him at his house? This was what Thiartha was thinking.

 

“Yes, Auntie.”

 

The atmosphere at the dinner table was lively, filled with laughter and conversation. Saming took the lead in reviving the past, and his father also joined in, helping him along.

 

“When I was training before, my senior was really cool.”

 

“Hmm, is the dragon praising me?”

 

"I remember when I was training with my seniors, and a thief came out to rob the villagers with a gun. My seniors caught him, and he was absolutely smitten," said the owner of Duang Na Mon with a smile, reminiscing that was full of memories.

 

"Didn't the dragon praise me for being cool, too?" Thiar, who had been listening and staying silent for a long time, wanted to speak up.

 

"The sergeant is always cool."

 

“Huh? Are you trying to flatter me?”

 

“No.”

 

That sentence made the listener smile and smirk slightly, but it seemed that Saming himself was still not giving in. He was changing the subject without even mentioning Thiar's name in the slightest.

 

“How old is this dragon this year?”

 

“Twenty-eight, senior.”

 

“Twenty-eight is just right. It’s the right age for marriage.”

 

What's going on here?! The owner's son started to keep his expression straight.

 

"I'm single too, you little brat."

 

So this is how it is. Mangkorn looked at Thiar’s reaction and could tell what was wrong, and thought that he had to do something. However, before the owner of the house could say anything, Thiartha's thick hand was suddenly raised, and his other slender finger was used to twist the ring on his left ring finger. That action caused the dragon's round eyes to widen.

 

Sa, is the sergeant wearing a ring? Why?

 

"Are you married, Thiar? Why are you wearing a ring on your ring finger?"

 

And it worked, it made the special guest open his mouth and ask.

 

“Maybe.”

 

As he answered the question, his sapphire eyes turned to look at his wife, who was sitting opposite him.

 

"Where's your wife? I don't see her."

 

“A Casanova as you would stop? I can’t believe it.”

 

And who asked him to believe it?

 

Thiartha didn't answer the question, but his sharp gaze was fixed on his brother’s finger, which was devoid of any wedding ring. Even though there was a rule that the ring could only be worn when inside the house and outside the home, it was absolutely forbidden. But right now, Saming, who was unaware of the relationship between the two, was still following orders.

 

Don’t let anyone know we’re married.

 

He wanted to swallow his own saliva right now; the level of his increasing irritation made him unable to sit here any longer. His handsome face slightly glanced at his wife, then he jumped up from his chair and said in a calm tone.

 

"I don't have much of an appetite today, Mom. I'm going to bed.”

 

“What is it with this child?” If it’s not because he can’t stand his jealousy, is it, Thiar?

 

After the meal, everyone went their separate ways. Mangkorn stood waving goodbye to the guests until Saming's car disappeared. But all of this was in the sight of someone peeking from an upstairs window, looking excited.

 

The dragon's smile and the smirk at the lion made him smile wryly, annoyed and displeased at once.

 

"It doesn't seem appropriate."

 

A moment later, there was a soft knock on the door, followed by a few calls of his name.

 

"Sergeant, open the door."

 

“Why did the inspector lock the room? It’s not usually locked.”

 

"You want to be with him so much, don't you?" That Saming.

 

“Why don’t you go sleep at Saming’s house? I know you want to be with him. Really!"

 

The dragon, who had his earphones pressed against his ear, heard the whistling sound clearly and immediately knew that he was being teased. The shouting sounded again.

 

“What? How can I go with my senior?” The thin lips twitched into a soft voice, sounding annoyed. He wanted to tease him back. Today, he saw the dragon talking to him all day, so he wanted his younger brother to speak flirtatiously to him.

 

“I won’t open it. If you’re so good, find a way yourself.”

 

"Sergeant, I'm not playing. Hurry up and open it."

 

"Who said I was joking with you?"

 

“Okay, is this how you want it?”

 

Damn it, Inspector!

 

The younger man was starting to get a little angry. It was already 22:00. He was a grown man, but he was playing around nonsensically. Do you think he would give in easily?

 

The sound of footsteps made him turn around and go downstairs immediately. The large mango tree in front of the house was stared at with a determined gaze.

 

I'll definitely find you, Inspector!

 

The prepared man took a deep breath and slowly began to climb steadily. His white body moved slowly and carefully. The sturdy branches that extended towards the bedroom window served as a bridge, bringing him closer to his target.

 

Don't let me see you, Inspector.

 

And then the little guy did it. He shouted, bent the branch and shook it hard, causing it to hit the window pane.

 

“Open the window, Inspector!”

 

“Shit, what are you doing? Get down here!” Oh, you climbed up a tree?

 

The indigo-coloured eyes widened in shock, and the previously cheerful expression was replaced by extreme concern.

 

“Come down here right now,” he ordered with a serious tone.

 

"If I get down, can I punch you?" The younger one said with an equally serious tone, judging from the sleeves of his shirt that were rolled up in preparation.

 

“Come down first, then come and punch me.”