The Next Prince, Chapter 31 pg6
The Next Prince, Chapter 31 pg6
Rachata deliberately avoids the other party, as the other party has a long meeting with the ministers, lasting for hours. It stretches into the next day, until now.
Ramil is no different from a dormant volcano, waiting for the right time to erupt.
“So, what's your opinion? How do you feel about it?”
The calm voice clashes with the restless flicker hidden within. Petai has been like this all along, collecting every emotion that cannot be guessed. Ramil has to make a great effort to make him show any emotion.
It hasn't been easy to come to where they are today, it has never been easy from the beginning...
“Since when?” Finally, the waiting pays off. The powerful voice of Rachata calls attention to the person who is suppressing their emotions, making them return to the present situation. Ramil rises, gazing towards the father figure, reflecting the emotions of someone older.
Rachata seems to see the image of his younger self reflected in his son's eyes, but what sets them apart is the solitude. Ramil has more of it than he does.
“What did you do?” The young boy opens the scene, watching the father figure walk past him towards the expensive chair behind the table. He works in silence. His eyes narrowed, without any other feeling as he provides the answer.
“Instructed him.” Rachata does not have an impatient posture, not even pretending to not understand what his son wants to communicate. With his big hand, he slides and picks up the files placed in front, opening them to read. Ignoring the powerful substance that keeps the son's agitated emotions subdued
“You don't have that right, father.” Ramil didn't intend to come and listen to his father's words from the beginning, he walked straight to the expensive desk before pouring out what's inside his heart, and of course, it made the listener stop and be trapped inside.
“What are you saying?”
“We have canceled that ridiculous punishment a long time ago, so you, father, have no right to do this.” Clearly and firmly stated in a sentence. Ramil means the old rules of the Puchongpisut family and not anything else.
The rules that he had been taught to understand as right all along.
“That's his duty.”
“No. Petai's duty is not to suffer another person's punishment.”
“...”
“Don't meddle with Petai anymore. I warn you, or else I can't guarantee what will happen, father.”A son who is rarely stern, with the already intimidating narrow gaze, this time he gives off even more of that, making the young man look more intimidating than before.
Ramil had intended to step out after fulfilling all his own needs for communication, the simmering anger still lingers in his chest, harder to find relief.
“What are you going to do, Ramil? Use your brain to think about who you are, what tasks you have!” Rachata tried hard not to establish authority over his son, different from what he used to be subjected to. But the highest lesson of the lineage has to reawaken something new, after receiving an unexpected response that goes beyond expectations.
Ramil is not like him...
“I don't care! If you, father meddles with Petai again...”
“You...”
“I will knock down this family completely to show you.”
Not even a bit like it...
The cool atmosphere spread and enveloped. Ramil turned and walked out of his father's office without expecting to hear anything else.
Inside the top floor bedroom. Petai continued to wait for the tall figure to return, the son of the Minister of Defense with tightly pressed lips, reflecting on the conversation they had yesterday.
‘If you speak, what will you do?’
‘I can do more than you think.’
The last sentence which he head before Ramil rushed to the other side of the palace, leaving Petai speechless, as if there was a restless reaction in his left chest, trying to suppress every feeling.
Ramil insisted on speaking to Rachata, as time passed and one night, he refused to give up, not allowing him to escape and go home again.
“How can you return home with a wounded mouth?”
The reason doesn't make sense. Petai raised his white-gloved hand with frustration, pacing back and forth in deep thought.
Petai frustrated himself, frustrated that he could not... handle someone so stubborn.
Kreek-Kreek.
The tremor from the communication device in his pants pocket shook the person who was lost in thought to pay attention. Petai took out the small mobile phone, initially intending to cut the call, but after seeing the displayed number, he changed his mind.
“How are things?”
[Nothing abnormal, seems like a casual vacation.]
The report of the person he supposedly hired had no additional clues. The young man sighed before cutting the call because he didn't want to stretch and wait for anyone else to see it.
“So...continue watching, don't let your gaze wander.”
Petai no longer wanted to risk following Charan himself. So he had to resort to this method instead.
Creek.
The sound of the door opening from behind accompanied the tall figure that Petai had been waiting for. They stared at each other quietly, and tension filled the air. They hesitated for a moment before the person of higher rank gradually moved closer.
“Are you still in pain?”
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