"Still not awake, huh? Well then, I'll just go ahead and clean the house for you."
Handsome guy comes back from outside, walks straight to the same old lazybody lying there. Just an hour out and it's impossible to wake the long-spined sleeper.
I sneak a peek at Mr. Handsome watching the sleeper with a smile tugging on his lips, and suddenly a good thought hits me.
Congrats, I've decided. You're gonna be my new master, Mr. Handsome Kind, the pride of Siam!
He sat there watching the lazybones for a while, then peeled off his shirt broad shoulders, solid muscles on full display before tidying up the small house like a pro. Sweeping, mopping, wiping everything done smooth and fast. The whole place sparkled like magic.
Not only that, he even bathed me, brushed out my fur till I smelled like a flower field. Damn, it felt so good since I hadn't bathed in days.
No rest for him though he went right into the kitchen and whipped up three dishes with rice, all perfectly done.
Blessed be the heavens.
Guess today must've been his day off or something, to spend all day here like this. Still, no matter how much he did, the lazy one didn't wake up until evening. Only then did he give up and head off, saying he had dinner with his family and would text later.
Funny enough, the moment he drove away, Sleepyhead woke up, shuffled to the bathroom, and then sniffed the air like a hound. He spotted the food and dove right in, mumbling something about Mom or Dad must've cooked. He cleared every plate without noticing the sparkling clean house.
Afterwards, Sleepyhead took a shower and went back to his night job.
Kind
Time rolled on two people, two separate homes, two separate families yet both moving into adulthood, into the ache for "someone."
Kind had once been a chubby kid, growing up in a messy family. In the chaos of Bangkok, with divorced parents, it was his grandmother who raised him.
She taught him patience, to value his own body as the vessel for life. From a diet of instant food, he learned to eat pesticide-free vegetables lovingly grown by her hands. He walked the garden with her every morning and evening, cooked meals together until he could make any dish himself, and prayed or meditated before bed instead of gaming all night.
That fat little boy left at Grandma's house grew into a healthy young man, living a simple life full of quiet happiness.
Until she fell ill, bedridden, unable to walk, struggling to move or speak. Manah began taking photos of everything so she could point at what she wanted without exhausting herself. It became their daily rhythm.
Work life was simple too he owned a small organic food startup, processing everyday products free of chemicals. A tiny company, just a few bright and hardworking staff, all handpicked the way his grandmother had taught him: choose people with good hearts.
One day, he found her glued to the TV, grinning ear to ear at a show featuring foreign dog breeds. Ferocious wolf-like creatures on the outside, yet goofy and clumsy in truth.
Siberian Huskies.
He found them adorable. He wanted one, badly. But with parents afraid of big dogs and his own duties to his grandmother and business, the dream got shelved.
"Got a girlfriend yet?"
The question came one ordinary day, spoon halfway to Grandma's mouth.
"Huh? Where'd that come from today?" Manah chuckled, dabbing her lips with a soft cloth.
"Suddenly I just wanna see my grandson's wife," she said, still smiling.
"I don't really have time, Grandma. But my friends keep telling me to try dating apps."
"And?"
"Well… there's someone I've been chatting with."
"Really?"
"Yeah. But honestly, I think it's his dog talking to me more than him. Wanna see?"
"Mhm~"
"Here, ever since we matched, he hasn't texted me once. Just… these photos and videos."
"Ha ha ha! All blurry shots and sleeping poses."
"Exactly. He's always sleeping—just like you, Grandma. Kind of cute, actually."
His sharp eyes lit up as he spoke about the guy behind the photos. A man who had dedicated his life to work and health, never sparing time for romance yet now, with his own company running steady, suddenly had the space to think of love. Maybe this was timing's way of nudging him.
"Looks like you like him a lot," Grandma teased, catching that spark in her grandson's eyes.
"…Maybe I do. But we've never even talked. For all I know, he doesn't realize it's his dog sending me these."
"Don't you know where he lives? Go meet him."
"I don't think I have the courage, Grandma."
"Oh, my sweet boy. You've grown into such a handsome, good-natured man. Any girl or boy—would fall for your gentleman's charm the second they met you. Trust me."
"…I'll try, Grandma."