Police in Love

The music blared from the large speakers, accompanied by the multi-colored neon lights that flickered and hit the floor. The cool mist from the air conditioners was doing its best to make customers feel good at "Hom Pha", a famous nightclub in Chiang Rai province.

 

The smell of alcohol mixed with cigarette smoke wafted through the air. Still, the people inside paid no attention, including the police officer from Mae Sai Police Station, who opened a VIP zone to celebrate the closure of the case of the most difficult drug dealer in the country, or Ranaphop.

 

This mission took place two months ago. The Mae Sai Police Station's investigative unit collaborated with the unit. The Chiang Mai Provincial Police Station's drug suppression team, led by Police Lieutenant Thiartha, Police Lieutenant Phuwin, Police Sergeant Lukphlab, and Police Sergeant Mangkorn, were all sitting in the nightclub.

 

"Can you handle it, Nong Phlab?"

 

Cigarettes: “Brother Dragon said that the persimmon is better. The persimmon doesn’t really like the smell.

 

"Then should I take you?"

 

The dragon asked the junior police sergeant, or Lukphlab, with concern. Still, it was well known that Lukphlab's case was equal to that of Inspector Phuwin, a very serious inspector who might be a bit stubborn in his words, but whose actions clearly showed it.

 

"My girlfriend, I can take you to the dragon."

 

"You're a real fan, Sergeant. Eyebrows."

 

"Actually, it's more than just a girlfriend."

 

Without even having to say it, you can immediately know what the word means. If it's not the word "wife," Police Lieutenant Phuni, when Nong Phlab was about to leave, changed his mind. His heart changed quickly.

 

Dragon, or Police Sergeant Mangkorn Phianwanit, a young man with a round face and twenty-eight years old, is standing and laughing at his boss's actions. But it's not something to be concerned about. A single person like him can just pick up his own glass and go dancing with his friends as usual.

 

His large, light-brown eyes moved around, the dim lights contrasting with the darkness inside the club, making it difficult to see. There are many people, but one stands out clearly in this darkness.

 

A man standing not far from him, 192 centimetres tall, was swaying gently, attracting the attention of the girls who approached him with a dazzling smile. This charming man could be none other than...

 

Inspector Thiar, or Police Lieutenant Colonel Thiartha Phiromsamorn, a handsome thirty-four-year-old man, is a special-case investigation officer at the Chiang Mai City Police Station who has come to help in Chiang Rai, specifically with this major case.

 

"You're jealous of me, aren't you?" The man who had just excused himself from the girls walked straight to the junior police sergeant.

 

"I'm not as hot as the police lieutenant."

 

"Next time, I'll teach you some techniques. I guarantee you'll be able to go back for sure."

 

“I don't want it.”

 

Technique or looks...competing in merit and good fortune, we can't compete.

 

The dragon had to admit in his heart that he had almost nothing to compare with the person in front of him.

 

Thiartha had a handsome face, sharp and undeniably beautiful. His thick, dark eyebrows, like a bow, accentuated his sapphire eyes, making them even more charming. His flirtatious gaze, paired with the mischievous smile on his thin lips, made anyone who looked at him tremble.

 

As for the dragon, he was an ordinary policeman with a simple appearance. His eyebrows were beautifully arched and matched his gentle face. His face was round, sweet, and adorable. What he was most proud of were his thin, pink lips.

 

"Has Phu gone back already?"

"Yes, I've taken Nong Phlab back."

 

“Once I have a wife, I become attached to her. That’s why I don’t want to have a wife.”

 

"How?" The beautiful eyebrows furrowed, not quite understanding.

 

"I don't want to be tied down. It's not free." Simply put, Thiartha is protective of his freedom and doesn't like being tied down. Or, to put it simply, he's a relentless flirt.

 

"Does the Inspector really not want to have anyone?"

"Just roast it every day, that's enough for you."

 

A hundred people, a hundred opinions, he could not judge one person by what he was. The dragon just nodded and thought about asking to leave, but when he opened his mouth to say it, someone offered to take him back.

 

"I'll take you. You must be drunk."

"Sergeant, I'm fine. Sergeant, have fun."

 

"I'm not drunk yet," the junior police officer insisted.

“I’m starting not to enjoy it. Let’s go.”

 

“But I…”

 

Before he could finish his words, he was suddenly pulled away by a high-ranking police officer. However, the astute Dragon knew immediately from the gazes of the girls at every table who were looking at him. I guess I'll run away. This pretty boy is really in trouble.

 

“Sigh, the air outside is much better than inside.”

“That’s right. The sky is clear today.”

 

It was truly as he said. Even though it was almost one o'clock in the morning, the surroundings were quiet and empty; the sky was filled with stars, and a gentle breeze was blowing. But as the policeman was walking to the open parking lot, suddenly a motorcycle drove in. The driver was wearing a uniform. They were black from head to toe, and even their faces were completely covered. No one noticed their arrival.

 

Bang Bang

 

"Hey, Inspector, watch out!" The dragon's voice rang out after the two consecutive gunshots from the motorcycle just now. The rider didn't even stop the car; he just slowed down, then pulled the trigger in a few seconds and twisted the throttle, disappearing in the blink of an eye.

 

"Inspector Thiar"

"Just keep your cool."

 

"Shit, the sergeant got shot!"

 

The junior police sergeant was shocked, his eyes wide and his heart beating wildly at the unexpected event. All he knew now was that he had to take the sick person to the Private hospital.

 

The story of her son being shot reached the ears of Khunying Pharadda, the mother of Police Lieutenant Thiartha, the wife of Police General Prinya. The position of Deputy Superintendent of the Royal Thai Police and the father of Thiartha is complete.

 

Now the lady stood in the patient's room, looking with concern at her beloved son, who still showed no sign of movement. Although she was relieved that the bullet hadn't hit any vital organs, her worry hadn't completely disappeared. It seemed that Thiartha's left arm would be difficult to use for another month or two.

 

The area where he was shot was his left upper arm. Fortunately, the bullet only penetrated one of the two shots. During that time, Thiartha kept his wits about him and moved his body instinctively to dodge. He did not fall unconscious at all.

 

"You're still smiling, Ta Thiar."

 

“This is far from my heart, Mom.”

 

“You can talk. Mom is worried about you.”

 

"There's no need to come. I'll be going back in two days." 

 

Where did he go back to?

 

In the next two days, he was scheduled to travel back to Chiang Mai Province, but this incident happened first, which may have to be postponed for several days. 

 

"Mom, don't worry about me."

 

The father shook his head at his son's stubbornness and continued to play. Both his tone of voice and his teasing expression clearly expressed his true identity, living up to his nickname, "Inspector Panleh" – he was both a womaniser and a cunning man without hiding it.

 

“Your luck is really down, Thiar.

“Here we go again. Mom is bringing up horoscopes again.”

 

“Or is it not true? How many times this year has this happened?”

 

Thiartha, who had heard his mother repeat the same thing over and over, could only shake his head. He thought it was quite nonsense. There was almost nothing that could be scientifically proven, that the minor accidents that had occurred, including this one, were caused by bad luck.

 

"Why don't you believe me? Don't you think about it? At the beginning of the year, I fell down the stairs, broke my leg, and had to put it in a cast. I got cut by a knife, and then this and that. In the middle of the year, it got worse. I got hit by a car, and now I've been shot."

 

“It was an accident.”

 

When he fell down the stairs, he was drunk. There was no excuse. Those knife wounds and other things were because he wasn't careful. The car also hit him. His eyes were supposed to be looking, but he was looking at a girl's breasts. At this time, he still doesn't know.

 

"I don't know. You have to change your fortune according to what the fortune teller said."

 

"The fortune teller said that if you don't change your fortune, you might die."

 

"How?" This is completely nonsense. These fortune tellers make a living off of beliefs.

 

“You must get married.”

"Mom, don't be so silly."

 

"I am serious"

 

Knock knock knock.

 

The argument continued, but the mother and son's quarrel was interrupted by a visiting police sergeant who had some clues.

 

“Um, uh… hello, madam.”

 

The dragon who opened the door was quite surprised because he never thought he would meet Khunying Pharadda here. He himself knew who Inspector Thiar's parents were.

 

"Please go and pray, my child. I have to thank the dragon for helping Grandpa.

“It’s okay. But is the sergeant okay?”

 

“Okay, even better than okay.” Thiartha couldn’t help but give me a charming smile.

 

"I had someone check the cameras around there. The license plate is missing. I'll have someone investigate for you," Mangkorn reported after he had been investigating for almost the entire day.

 

“Thank you very much, child.”

 

And then Khunying Pharadda still wouldn't give up, and she turned back to continue the story.

 

"Grandfather Thiar, listen to your mother. The fortune teller said that you must marry someone born on Monday, the thirteenth of October, to counteract your bad luck. And that person must have the word "Ro Ruea" in both his name and surname."

 

Hearing this, the young police officer immediately burst out laughing. He had to thank that crazy fortune teller, right? For not giving such a broad hint. Otherwise, his mother would definitely have arranged for him to marry someone she didn't even know.

 

People born on Monday, the thirteenth of October. Both the first and last names must be included on the ship. This is absolutely insane. Where can I find someone who meets the qualifications of a fortune teller? I'd have to turn the world upside down to see him. I'm sure my mother will give up on this matter.

 

But the dragon, who was standing there listening quietly, didn't understand much of what the lady was talking about with the police lieutenant.

 

But...

 

Mangkorn slowly took out his identity card from his wallet to examine it, then quickly scanned it.

 

Oh, shit! Oh, shit!

 

The pale-faced man swallowed his saliva again and hurriedly put his ID card back in its original place. However, in his panic, he dropped it.

 

And in that moment, the kind-hearted lady bent down to pick it up and secretly took the liberty of quickly reading it with her eyes wide open like goose eggs. She spoke loudly and clearly.

 

"Mr Mangkorn Phianwanich, born on October 13th", has both his first and last name.”

 

One last question remains.

 

"Dragon, were you born on Monday?"

 

The person, standing with his head bowed and avoiding eye contact, had to look up and nod in response.

 

"Thiar, you must marry dragon."

“What, mother?!”

 

“You must marry dragon.”

"He doesn't wear makeup!"