Chapter 89

Despite being already weary from his shift at the pharmacy, Pon still abides with what his boyfriend asked him during the weekend: he is walking towards the main entrance of the university that Tas attends to. After getting his visitor’s ID from the security kiosk, Tas approaches him.

“Sawadee Gan,” said Tas, who wants to take Gan’s bag.

“Just tell me what I am here for, and let’s get this over quickly,” snaps Gan, swatting Tas’ hand away.

“No need to act agitated. I promise this will be worth your time. After this, your doubts about me will be gone.”

Even with the assurance from Tas, Gan did not buy it. As they walk towards an open field in the Faculty of Medicine, Gan maintains his serious look.

“Hold my hand Gan,” pleaded Tas after many endeavors to try and do so.

“Why should I?”

“Please. Hold my hand.”