Police in Love

What is this feeling? I don't want to go home yet.

 

I went out to relax with nature, but why did I come back to sit dejectedly at a shabu restaurant like this? I wanted to spite life by going out drinking, but I still didn't have the courage, so I came to sit and sip soup instead.

 

The police sergeant put the pork in his mouth, completely ignoring everyone around him. It's not strange at all. He has no friends. He doesn't have a girlfriend either. He just wants to eat. What can you do?

 

"Does this mean you've fallen in love with the police lieutenant?"

 

That dazzling flirt had already made him fall into his trap. The image of Police Lieutenant Thiar and his ex-girlfriend kept playing in his head. One was as handsome as a god, the other as beautiful as a goddess.

 

“It's the most appropriate.”

 

A glass of soda was raised as if to celebrate the couple. The dragon gulped it down, drinking as much as he wanted because he wouldn't get drunk.

 

The person who was looking for a distraction could only toss the beautiful pig into the boiling pot. It was boiling like his emotions. However, a vibration notification from his phone suddenly interrupted, briefly drawing his attention.

 

“Huh, don’t ask. I won’t answer.”

 

A slight smile twitched at the corner of his mouth. The screen displayed a message from someone, the content of which read:

 

“Where are you? Why haven't you come home yet?

 

“Dragon, where did you end up?

 

You want to know? I won't answer even if I die. The little guy let out a long breath and immediately flipped the phone over on the table. There was no need to inform or report.

 

"Neither is my husband."

 

"Yes, a fake husband."

Next, he must be put to sleep, because the real one has returned. The dragon lifted the soda to take another sip, but after five minutes, there was a call from the same good police officer. The white hand picked up the square cube and had to accept the call reluctantly.

 

"yes"

 

(Where are you? It's already nine o'clock. Why haven't you come back yet?) The voice on the other end of the line sounded unusually anxious.

 

“I'll be back soon.”

 

(You send the location, I'll get you.)

 

I've grown up now. "It's okay. I'll go back myself." I can go back by myself. You don't have to come.

 

(I'll get it)

 

"No, I'll go back myself."

 

And the phone's owner immediately hung up. In my heart right now, I wanted to scream as loud as I could. Why do you seem so concerned? Is it because it's your duty?

 

Is it a husband's duty in name or not?

 

“I can come back any time I want. I’m all grown up now.”

 

The response was dirty, with an extremely sarcastic tone. The dragon knew he was acting like a child, but so what? Do people have to grow up with their age all the time?

 

If it didn't end there, the ringtone would ring again and again, and I had to mute it. This was not a cute gesture. Even though I knew it, I just let it go, like saying, "Never mind." 

 

Mangkorn returned to Phiromsamorn's house at almost midnight. As soon as he stepped in, he saw someone leaning against the big door, waiting for him. Thiartha was in an unstable mood. He had been standing there since 9:00 PM, waiting and waiting. No matter how many times he called Mangkorn, he didn't answer. His mind was full of all sorts of thoughts, thinking that if something bad happened again,

 

What will he do?

 

“Why don’t you answer my calls?”

 

“I didn't hear it.”

 

“Didn’t you hear it, or did you do it on purpose? Where have you been? Do you know that I’m worried?”

 

The deep tone that came out was him trying his best to control it.

 

"I said I'd go back myself. Why would the lieutenant be worried?"

 

“You just disappeared, what do you expect me to think?!”

 

“You don’t think about what you do, Dragon!”

 

“You’re so old, yet you still act like a child.”

 

But in the end, the glass that was cracked broke because of the concern that was overflowing in his chest. A deep voice shouted out without thinking. The small person was startled a little. The soft, round face looked up at the young police officer's face. 

 

That handsome man looked very angry, and his dark blue eyes looked hard and fierce, unlike usual.

 

Why do you have to yell at each other? Is what he did so wrong?

 

“Sorry.”

 

The dragon himself felt the same anger, but he didn't show it. From the images and conversations he heard today, he felt the pent-up emotion in his heart, but he could only respond with polite and calm words.

 

I want to be selfish, I want to try speaking loudly, as if to spite the police officer for once. But does he have the right? I can't help but feel a little sad.

 

Then why do you have to shout at each other?

 

"If there's nothing else, I'll excuse myself. I'm feeling sleepy."

 

To avoid further conversation and emotional conflict, the wife walked inside. However, after taking only a few steps, the sentence that was spoken behind him suddenly made his legs stop.

 

“Actually, this marriage thing that’s supposed to fix my luck seems to hurt you more than it hurts me.”

 

"I don't think we need to wait until six months."

 

"Let's get a divorce, Dragon. Divorce me."

 

The dragon instantly stopped when he heard those words, as if something had struck his heart, causing it to tremble. Its large, round eyes slowly turned to look back at the police officer who was still standing there.

 

"Is the sergeant telling the truth?"

 

“Really, when is it convenient for you?”

 

“How about tomorrow morning? I can move back to Mae Sai.”

 

The petite figure looked thoughtful before turning back and biting his lip tightly. The pent-up tension that had been building up all along was starting to rise inside. Tears welled up in his beautiful, round eyes, threatening to spill out.

 

I am in a state of turmoil, my heart is filled with pain and agony. I've finished my duty.

 

"Sergeant," "I'm going to go pack my things first. I'll get a divorce tomorrow.

 

A bolt of lightning struck and shocked Thiartha's heart. The dragon didn't have the smile he used to have just a moment ago, but instead, he reflected his indifference to him.

 

What the hell did I do?

 

Thiartha still stood there motionless. Silence filled the great hall. Only the sound of his younger brother's footsteps could be heard as he walked away. Until it faded away, the sharp eyes followed the small back that had left with a confused feeling, a heaviness in the chest that had never been there before was clearly forming.

 

It's not a fleeting emotion.

 

He had been thinking about this ever since the end of Saming's affair. He didn't want to see the other party get hurt again. Divorcing and sending Mangkorn back to Mae Sai Police Station was the best thing. If the other party were still around, he would have to worry like this forever.

 

It's the best way.

 

Even though I kept telling myself this in my mind, inside I felt an indescribable pain. It was as if something important was slipping away, and I really had to lose it.

 

Thiartha moved himself to sleep in the living room, saying he didn't want to disturb his younger brother while he was packing his bags. However, in reality, those two sharp eyes couldn't see the dragon leaving him.

 

Today he woke up earlier than usual. After finishing all his personal business, he went downstairs to wait for the other person. Today is the day they both have to get a divorce...

 

The atmosphere in the car was silent. Thiar’s wife sat next to the driver's seat as usual, but the destination was changed. It wasn't the police station, but the district office, to get a divorce.

 

His light brown eyes stared blankly out the window. He looked so calm it was hard to fathom his thoughts. However, he didn't know that his heart was filled with turmoil and confusion. He knew that as soon as the divorce papers were signed, everything would be over, and he would immediately return to Chiang Rai.

 

As for Thiartha, he could only glance at his younger sibling from time to time. In his heart, he wanted to reach his destination as slowly as possible, or even better, not to reach it at all. If the dragon had just said a word to turn around and go home, he would have done it immediately.

 

On a Friday morning, the district office was packed with people. The dragon in a white shirt and black slacks walked in quietly, his face usually adorned with a calm smile.

 

Thiartha followed closely behind. The young police officer in casual clothes didn't seem very appropriate for the place, but his sapphire eyes were filled with confusion.

 

The staff were welcoming, with friendly smiles, and asked if we had brought all the necessary documents. The table for filing divorce papers is in front of the civil servants in uniform.

 

"Complete." The documents that were neatly packed in a file were handed over.

 

“Are you sure you want a divorce?”

 

The officer's voice asked again, as if to reaffirm his confidence in what was about to happen.

 

"yes"

 

It was the dragon who responded. Thiartha averted his gaze from the officer's face to the side of his younger brother's face, staring silently like that, but his mind was in a state of confusion.

 

The thousands of reasons he had thought of to end this matter now just felt like weightless fragments. Suddenly, a funny thought popped into his head. If he were to writhe on the floor like a child, would the dragon still want a divorce?

 

But it was just a thought, because in the end, all I could do was grit my teeth and accept the reality that had happened.

 

You asked for a divorce yourself, didn't you, Thiar?

 

"Then please fill out the form for me."

 

A document was placed on the table in front of them along with a pen. The officer handed the document to the pair. The inspector picked it up reluctantly as the dragon began to fill out the information quickly.

 

Thiartha looked at the paper in front of him before slowly putting his pen down. What the hell kind of font is it that I have to make look so beautiful? He chuckled to himself, but his hand continued to write slowly.

 

The owner of the light-colored eyes sitting beside him noticed the slow movements of the soon-to-be ex-husband, but chose not to say anything, because even he himself did not want to drag out his feelings any longer.

 

It didn't take long to fill out the document. The final step was to sign the blank space. Thiartha looked at the pen in his hand, feeling heavier than usual. He hesitated for only a second before deciding to write his name on the paper.

 

The sound of the pen scribbling on the paper, the final straight line, was faint but echoed in my mind. The officer checked everything before taking the two sets of documents and proceeding with the next step.

 

“Wait a moment. I’ll issue you a divorce certificate.”

 

Simple words, but extremely powerful. That piece of paper emphasises that everything is really over.

 

Once the divorce certificate is delivered, the ceremony is complete.

 

“It’s all done. Good luck to you both.”

 

The blessing from the official didn't make anyone feel good. Thiartha looked at the thin, heavy paper that seemed to weigh a great deal before slowly following behind his younger brother.

 

Divorced...

 

There is no obligation anymore...

 

So free..

 

But he did not feel the slightest bit happy. He felt millions of needles stabbing him again. When the dragon stopped walking and turned back to say, “May the sergeant not get hurt from now on and forever.

 

“yes"

 

“Oh, I almost forgot. It’s the ring, Inspector. Thank you.

 

“yes"

 

The words that came out of the dragon's mouth sounded polite and calm, but they made Thiartha's heart feel like it was being squeezed. His indigo eyes stared at the soft, round face. The velvet box with the ring inside was handed back to him.

 

He doesn't want it.

 

He doesn't want to take it back.

 

I don't want it at all.