Destined Mann-er - Part 2

Uncle Prapit. Again.

He lost his temper. He parked the car to the side and undid his seatbelt. His eyes turned a dangerous shade of brown.

"I have told you not to call me uncle," he growled, as he undid Akat's seatbelt, pulling him by his collar, bringing his face closer to his own.

"How else do I call another person's partner? Calling you by your name is not appropriate. It will cause a rift between you and your partner, they may not like it since I am not related to you nor am I your friend."

Akat tried his best to control his tears. He managed not to cry, but that one drop escaped.

Akat's words cooled Prapit down immensely. That idiot had been thinking about what was best for Prapit all along.

He gently wiped away his tear with his hand. "Who do you think is my partner?"

"Uncle Vin."

Akat didn't hesitate, the answer was instantaneous. Prapit had passionately kissed Vin right in front of him, two years prior. Not just him; in front of everyone in that room.

At that time, Akat had completed his doctorate, and his university was holding its graduation function in a grand hotel. Students could invite their families, so Akat had invited Prapit and Uncle Maran. He had planned to confess to Prapit at that party.

He had been dreaming and planning about it for almost a month. He had bought couple rings, had tinted his hair, exercised to look smart, and even bought a formal white shirt for the event.

However, Uncle Maran had canceled at the last minute, and instead, Prapit had invited Vin. Vin managed the group accounts. He was a law graduate and an accountant. He always flirted with Prapit at every opportunity, which troubled Akat, but Prapit always brushed him off.

After the medal and certificate distribution, when the food stalls opened and music blared for those who wanted to dance, Akat went in search of Prapit. He was a bit scared but excited at the same time.

Prapit was standing close to Uncle Vin.

Akat walked closer and froze.

This time, it looked like Prapit had initiated. Prapit wrapped an arm around Vin's waist. With the other hand, he casually held onto his tie and pulled him closer.

He then kissed Vin.

Akat could not, at first, comprehend what he saw. He stared in disbelief at what had happened. It was at that moment his entire world crashed.

As they drew away, Vin noticed Akat and walked towards him. With a hand casually on his shoulder, he sniggered as he whispered, "Can you stop calling my man by his name? It irritates me. You are not his lover or his brother. Know your place." He patted him twice on his shoulder before leaving.

Prapit stared at Akat. Akat did not react. He accepted it. He did not cry, he did not slap Prapit, he did not create any scene. He just accepted it.

When he was picked up from the streets, he had anticipated he'd be thrown out of Prapit's life some day. Now that day had come. He couldn't bring himself to call Prapit uncle though. He needed more time to get to that level of acceptance.

Prapit walked to where Akat stood. "Ah, Akat, about what you saw earlier... now you have grown up, I think I can start living my life.."

Akat smiled at him, his face giving away nothing, "I cannot thank you enough for all that you have done for me. Whatever you do from now, I will only wish you happiness. I just wanted to tell you, starting from now, I will be part of the defence full time, so I doubt I will be coming back. I didn't want to miss telling you good bye before I left. You won't ever be bothered again by me, so live your life the way you really want to."

With that he turned and walked away. He did not slouch, he did not pause, he did not turn back, he just walked.

Prapit stared at his back. He had not expected that he'd experience a gut wrenching pain at Akat's reaction.

How Akat managed to exit the building, pack his things and disappear into the night was a mystery to Akat himself. He remembered vaguely that uncle Maran hugged him tightly, and helped him with the packing. He drove Akat to the port and waved his goodbye.

How skewed was it that now Akat was going to be the bestman at their wedding. Couldn't fate be a bit kinder?

"Vin?" Prapit was frustrated. How slow was Akat?

"Please tell me, why would I take you to the tailor and the temple?" Prapit asked him, getting frustrated by the second at the absurdity of his situation.

"Because I am your best man?" Akat asked. He was still being yanked by his collar, and Prapit still looked mad.

Was it just him or was Prapit becoming more and more short tempered?

"Chakri will be my best man. He is coming on Monday." Prapit replied irritated.

"Am I a witness?"

Prapit didn't have any more patience left. He pressed his lips against Akat's. Akat gaped, which was enough for Prapit to force his way into Akat's mouth. He showed no mercy as he explored all that Akat had to offer, losing himself to pleasure.

As he drew back, he mumbled, "Now you figure out your role in the wedding."

With that he put their belts back on and drove to the ring store.

Akat just sat like a statue. The last few minutes were a blur. What had actually happened?

Did they just kiss? He touched his lips. What was going on? Was he supposed to feel happy that his first kiss was with his dream man? Should he be sad that Prapit was marrying another, but kissed him because he was angry? Did this constitute as an affair? Did people kiss so passionately when they were angry? Or was this a punishment, Prapit's way of tormenting him?

Prapit pursed his lips. He got down at the jewellers and dragged the mentally paralysed Akat into the shop.

"Choose a ring." Prapit said.

"Huh?" Akat asked stupidly.

"Choose a couple ring. For the wedding." Prapit said slowly.

"Is it really okay if I choose for you both?" Akat asked. What was Prapit playing at?

Prapit rolled his eyes. "Yes, let's try them on. Let's buy whichever one you like, you are going to be wearing it for your life time."

"Huh?"

Prapit asked him impatiently, " Do you still not get it Dr Akat? You are my groom. Choose the ring for heaven's sake."