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"W-what? You both are m-married?" The manager asks him, unable to believe type's words.

"That's what I'm saying. We're both married and he's my husband." Type scowls at her, "or else, were you thinking to get married with him?"

"Um, no. I didn't think anything like that." She denies immediately and her cheeks turn red in embarrassment, she decides to leave, "excuse me, I need to leave. I have some work to do."

With saying that she runs away from there and type smirks at her before laughing out loud. He thinks it serves her right, from now on she won't be flirting with his husband anymore and be in her place. She would think twice even before saying anything to tharn.

"Type, wasn't that a little too much?" Tharn queries him, he don't feel anything wrong with what type did because it actually an help him but thinks maybe type should have dealt that in more softer way.

The manager lady has been a pain for him for as long as he can remember. She flirts with him at any given chance. He tried in many ways to stay away from her but she would always find ways towards him. Now with type's help, he believes he escaped from her. No more headache. But he feels maybe type went a step ahead by saying she was thinking to marry him. Not to her but to him, eww! He don't want to imagine something horrible like that. In his life it has always been type and that's how it's going to be until the end.

"Oh! This! Stop being like this. That's why everyone is behind you. Polite rejection is almost equals to mere acceptance. Because you're like this, I had to keep my eyes on you all the time." Type responds, pointing out tharn's behaviour a little too good to say.

"Were you always keeping your eyes on me?" Tharn calls out and type starts blurring things out without knowing that tharn just threw a bait at him.

"Of course, I did. I always made sure to see who is behind you and who you hang out with. Apart from that manager, Fia from accounting department has been hitting on you. And there's also Len, whose house is four houses apart from us in our old neighborhood. Not to forget kl..." He stops, seeing tharn and the way he's looking at him made him realise what he's doing.

Tharn stares at him with his hands folded on his chest, one of his brow raised and a happy smirk on his face. Clearly, he's enjoying it. Not just that but it's also making him happy to know how observant type is when it comes to him. He never thought type would read his every moment to the point that be remembers each and every detail, few things even he himself don't know. It makes his heart swell with happiness.

"Why did you stop? Please, continue. It's interesting to listen." He comments after clearing his throat so that type shouldn't know it's making him laugh.

"Shut up! A-and get to work." Type shutters and goes to his table with his face and ears turning red with a blush.

Tharn chuckles and shakes his head before going back to his work. Their day goes on without any more disturbance from anyone and when they're done with work hours, they make their way back home. On the way, tharn gets a call.

"Type, answer the call." He asks type to answer the call as he's driving.

"It's mother." Type nods at him and when he takes tharn's phone, he sees tharn's mother name on the screen.

"Hello tharn." His mother says thinking it's tharn.

"Hello, mother. It's me, type. How are you?" He replies and let's her know it's him.

"Oh, type. I'm fine. I thought it's tharn." She tells him before continuing, "anyway it's fine even if it's you. I called to invite you both to the dinner at our house today. As you guys are back from honeymoon, we wanted to meet you and arranged dinner for you. Be here early, we'll be waiting for you."

"Okay, mother. Bye." Type bids her goodbye and cuts the call.

"She's asking us to go there for dinner tonight." He says to tharn who looks at him for a second and concentrates back on the road after nodding at him.

Their drives continues for few more minutes before they reach their house. After parking the car, they get down and get into the house. As it's already nearing to six thirty, they quickly wash up and put on fresh clothes as they get ready to leave. They don't waste much time and by seven fifteen, they arrive at their parents house. When they make their way to the house, they see a car which they haven't seen before parked in the place.

"Did they invite other guests? I thought it's only us and them." Tharn mumbles as they walk together.

"I don't know. We'll find out after going in." Type replies and they enter the house.

"You guys are finally here, we have been waiting for long." Type's mother says while hugging them.

"Sorry for the late." Tharn apologizes and she waves her hand, indicating him that they don't mind it.

"Mom, you guys invited other guests as well?" Type questions his mother gaining her attention.

"Oh, that, we didn't invite anyone. But our old friends gave us a surprise visit." She states with a smile.

"Old friends? Who are they?" Type queries curiously.

"They're..." She starts but before she could tell them, a loud sound airs in the room.

"THARN!" A voice calls out tharn's name loudly earning their attention.

"Ho, there they're." Type's mother trails off, showing them the guests.

Tharn and type looks at the family who's walking to them. The parents look familiar to them but they can't point out the boy, they can't recognise him. Type ponders who could it be but his eyes widen when the boy throws himself onto tharn and hugs him tightly. Bloody hell! Who's this boy and why is he hugging his husband? He glances at tharn who too seems shocked by the boy's behaviour and hurriedly pulls away him seeing type.

"Tharn, don't you remember me? It's me, tar." The boy says staring happily at tharn.

At his words, type's heart literally stops beating and tharn gulps before looking at his husband who's already boring daggers at the boy. Tharn prays for someone to save him from this. Can this day get any worse?