2 In 1; In Unity & More [Completed] Lam

It was nearly 1am when the last person left after having paid their respects. I sat in my room, just looking out the window for a bit when I heard a knock on my door.

“Come in.” I said. Forth, Park, P Kong and his dad came in.

“Hey, are you guys going to leave now?”

Uncle spoke. “Forth, Park and I will be leaving now. The boys said they will send me home. Kong will be staying here with you.”

“He..he he doesn’t have to, Uncle. I will be..I mean I am fine.”

“I’m not going to let my son stay here and wallow alone. You need someone with you. So I’m leaving Kong with you. Unless of course, you prefer an old geezer to stay with you and deprive the poor man of his sleep.”

I smiled, shaking my head at Uncle’s cheekiness. He patted my head, telling me to take care and to come see him when I got back. I nodded, waiing to him respectfully. Forth and Park hugged me too, not too long though. We didn’t operate that way typically. Kong passed his car keys to them and thanked them for sending his dad home. They just nodded and left with Uncle.

I watched quietly as Kong went to close and lock the door and finally turned to me. He covered the distance between us and stood in front of me.

He looked at me, finally muttering, “No one is here, Lam. Can you please just let your guard down now? I am here for you.”

I looked at P Kong, clearly knowing what he was referring to but was I really ready to be just myself with him? When did we even get this close? When did I let him into my inner circle? When did he become someone my heart innately said I could trust?

Kong reached out and held onto my wrist, pulling me towards him. I just laid my head on his shoulder. He just patted me gently and that’s when the dam burst. I just cried, telling him everything.

From how I found out grandma had been battling cancer quietly, to wanting to seeing me because she knew it was the final lap, to leaving her wealth to me and to my dad kicking up a fuss over it and cursing me out, to feeling like an orphan all over again with her death.

I wasn’t sure if I was making sense but I just cried it out, and P Kong just held onto me quietly, not saying a single word. He just wrapped his arms around me tightly, not saying anything.

Finally, I succumbed and held him back, holding onto him equally as tightly. Uncle was right. I really needed someone tonight. And I was very glad it was P Kong.

I felt he understood me even when I wasn’t making sense. Grief had a funny way of connecting people.

And whether we liked it or not, it was something P Kong could identify with and be with me as I tried to come to terms with it.