Co-translator : XxcrasherxX
FAHLANRUK - 9
Sherbet didn't sleep over at Fahlan's house and Fahlan did not hold him back. He just took Sher to his home to take the car that was left behind and waved goodbye to him.
Long legs took him out of the elevator and stopped at a two-bedroom condo which is not very big. Sher opened it up and found a narrow living room. Behind the sofa there are two doors, two bedrooms. A small bathroom is next to a narrow kitchen.
“Oh, how did you get here?”
Shertaem was sitting on the sofa reading a book and he raise an eyebrow in surprise.
"Can't I come back sometime?" Sher asked in reply.
"It's up to you."
"What's up, what's your plan?"
"Nothing much. I'll read a book." Taem answered.
Sherbet just shrugged and walked into the door on the left that was his bedroom. The furniture in the room is not much. A 3.5 feet bed, two wardrobes at the foot of the bed, shelf and a guitar leaned against the shelf.
There was almost nothing, because the life of Sherbet was not here.
White hand took out a thin notebook that was placed on the floor and walked out of the room as usual.
"I'll go Taem."
"Going back to sleep over there?"
"Yeah."
Sher goodbye to his twin and went back to his car. This condo is like a realm of Shertaem because he gave it to him alone and kept only the small room.
Sherbet's life….is in a single glass house of seventy square meters in the suburbs. Also known as the studio.
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The black Yaris turned and parked in a rectangular fence. On the three sides are walls and the front is glass. This is the Sherbet's house.
An open square house with no rooms to divide, but a wall is used divide it. Towards the right end are a bedroom and a bathroom. In the middle, where he was standing was a bookshelf with a writing desk. And placed next to it is not a sofa but a pile of soft mattresses for lying and watching TV stuck on the wall. On the left is the kitchen.
Long legs walked past the sofa to the single door in front of him. Which opens into.… the land of Sherbet.
The recording studio has a glass room for recording music. Numerous electronic gadgets, including two giant-screen iMacs and a small MacBook, are on the table in front of the glass room.
On the left, like a performance stage, there are drum kits, electric pianos, keyboards and acoustic guitars of various prices. Many models hang on the leather. Two basses in a box are leaning against the wall not far away.
Long legs lead him to sit in the chair in front of the iMac screen. He turned on both machines and waited for a while and became busy with his own work. He opens the book taken from the condo to view the finished work. It's time to try the real thing.
Its really scary how much hard work one has to put especially when you don't have the temperament to work...
He smiled when he thought of Fahlan... It's not stressful to be with him. Plus, his mood has been swinging at the job because his father has been calling for many days.
Sherbet pressed a finger on the computer keyboard before slipping into a chair with wheels across the room to the electric piano. His hand pressed his finger along his own note.
Sherbet finished composing the song at 2am, his eyes started to get tired, his mouth yawning… His hand sent a demo of the song via email to his father. He checked the order, switched off the iMac, turned off the light, dragged his feet out of the room, walked to the sofa, locked the glass door and turned right through the partition wall to the bed…a cloud-blue king-size bed.
It's too late to get out in the shower. He dragged his feet to the kitchen for something to eat.
If you look at it from the outside, it's funny that how this house in divided three compartments.
But he likes it like this, that's all.
In morning, he just took a shower and put on his clothes and made an easy fried egg to eat... scrolled the phone to check social media and news before clicking to read the email that has been bounced in since last night.
He got a response mail from his father and saying that his job is over.
He let out a smile when the message informed him that the money has arrived. Royalties from the United States have arrived.
He shook his head in relief and went back to sleep. In the afternoon, slowly get up to prepare for the first basketball match…..
…. An independent composer life.
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Fahlan led his friends to the basketball court. The supporters of Faculty of Architecture and the Faculty of Agriculture occupied opposite sides of the stands in gymnasium. The three sat down at the side of the Architecture supporters.
"Where is Nong Sher?"
"There he is." Fahlan spotted him the moment he arrived.
The long-haired person today put his hair in a bun in the middle of his head. White man was wearing all white today. He wore a basketball suit that is a short-sleeved shirt and knee-length pants. Sherbet put a black leggings under the shorts as well but one side was folded up to the knee, showing white legs and reflective sports shoes.
"Nong Sher, he's handsome."
"I'm handsome too." Fah simply said.
"I've seen you often. But Nong Sher, it's been a long time since I've seen him.”
Sherbet flicked his forehead because Ping was speaking a lot. Fah leaned against the back of his chair and watched the tall athlete stretching his body on the sidelines. Sherbet looks outstanding with height…
"You think Nong Sher has caught up with the Fah?”
“Yes, he is as tall.”
Sher could still do it, Sherbet looked so arrogant, why couldn't he?
The referee blows the whistle to start the game. The cheers of the two groups rang out. The orange ball was switched over before the court burst into flames when Sherbet jumped onto the dunk*. He also shows the style of hanging with legs raised on the hoop before releasing to wave to the audience.
(*Dunk is a method of scoring in basketball when you jump so high that you directly put the ball into the hoop by jumping to hoop's height. If I did a terrible job at explaining, please google (-_-;) ]
Sherbet was shocked when he saw Fahlan with his friends.
A white hand raised two fingers, touched his eyebrows, and slightly flicked his fingertips out to greet him.
Fahlan strikes the same pose and returns.
"Look at them signing each other, asshole." Ping commented.
"Ping, why do you like to be obsessed with Fah's story?"
"What's wrong with it, Tap? Don't slap my forehead, you bastard!"
Fah looked at the game. There are many athletes who play well in both agriculture and architecture. but only a few people can jump high.
At the end of the first half, the Architecture led by five points. Fahlan looked on at the game and was tired instead of the White guy. Agriculture was playing the game well, but many replacements are still waiting for the field. While the Architecture has very few backups. After a while, the athletes were tired, especially Sherbet, who had to attack alone.
In college sports, only two quarters* are played, each quarter is oh 15 minutes because many teams do not play up to four. During the second half of the game, Architecture began to fade. Sherbet is starting to get weaker.
(* A professional basketball match has 4 quarters. Each quarter can be 10-12 minutes long.)
Shove!
Thud!
An agriculture student jumped on a back of Sherbet, who was holding a basketball that is about to dunk. When Sher jumped, the student deliberately lifted his knee and hit him right in the middle…Sherbet fell down.
A tall and slender figure crouched in the middle of the basketball court.
The surroundings were silent because it was a rather strong fall.
“Dammit, why is he using his knees!!!???”
All eyes turned to the Fah. The eyes of Sharp eyes looked at the Agricultural student. A roar from the end of the Architecture began to follow.
Long legs stepped onto the field. A student serving as a field doctor was lifting a stretcher. Kneeling beside the injured person, whose face was pale, Fah crossed over.
"Sher." A tan hand, gently stroked the pale cheek.
"Shit. ... You're too loud." Sher forced a smile even if though he's not okay.
"Phi, I'm sorry."
The Agriculture camehl holding a basketball and apologised with folded hands to pay respect. The agricultural team walked in and stood in the distance. The judges from the physical education committee began to take over in case the athletes quarreled.
"It's okay."
Sherbet had Fahlan help him sit up and lean on his shoulder. Still, no one dared to move for fear of getting hurt.
"Let's go to hospital." Fah suggested.
"It's okay, it's okay to hold me up enough, just a little bit."
White arms wrapped around Fah's strong nape. A thick hand wrapped around Sher's waist, pulling the injured person up.
“Ahhh…”
"Should I call an ambulance? I should go check it out for a bit."
A medical student wearing a red positive armband said.
"It's okay. I'll take him by myself. Is it okay to walk a little bit?" Fah asked.
Sher nods, he puts his hand on the agriculture student'd shoulder softly and told him it's ok. The game will resume anyway, but he can't compete anymore. It's better to allow Fahlan to hold him.
"Damn it, what are you doing?!!!"
Suddenly a student of the Faculty of Fine Arts stepped forward, swooped in to pull out the agriculture basketball player's shirt.
"Hey Charles." A voice sounded.
The cry of warning turned into a low voice in his throat. The pain in the middle of his stomach hit Sher until he had to bend over.
"Damnnnnnnnnn!"
Shove!
Art student releases a punch in the face of an agricultural basketball player before the referees help pull the tall figure out.
His face was flushed red with anger, not caring that many people had to help the refrees to pull him out.
"You can go outside to play with me if you're not satisfied.!!! You cowardly dog, you lost sportsmanship, bastardddddddddddd. "
Department of Agriculture began to complain because their own player was hit.
"Ping, Tap. Go split them up."
Fahlan says urgently as he locks on the injured person who will now go to stop Charles. Fah
rushed to order his friends to help pull Charles. After a while, Charles stomped his foot to help support Sherbet.
"Fuck."
"Calm down."
"What the fuck? Let's go to the hospital, my car is parked in front of the gym." Charles said.
He turned quickly and looked at Fahlan who volunteered initially. Fah's eyes shone in understanding, nods slightly, and supports Sher all the way to the black Yaris which was much like the Sherbet's.
"Thank you so much for helping me.”
Fah said, although he still didn't understand how the fluffy-headed Western boy was the younger brother with long-haired Asian face. But it's not the time to ask the root cause now.
"It's okay, I'll drive Sher to the hospital. Ping tap, please sit down with Sher in case he needs any help. Let my friend go with me.”
Charles raised his eyebrows slightly, but couldn't nod his head.
Fahlan walked to the white Innova and followed him to the hospital next to the university. He found a parking space and went to the emergency room as the public relations officer said.
After the examination was completed, the doctor diagnosed that it was nothing more than bruises. Even though he fell hard, he fell in the right position without any sprains. There were only bruises on the left hip.
"Sher, how are you, how did Charles get here?"
Shertaem, in a student uniform with armbands, walked in.
“I had the last basketball match so I went to see Sher. I was so fucking annoyed.”
“Uh, an accident, are you alright?”
“I'm ok, just a little bruised ass and a bit other places. How did you know that I'm here?"
"My friend is a basketball court staff. He called me up and told me."
“During this period, you can come to sleep with me or stay in the room with Taem to take care of you first. We'll put some medicine on your ass, understand?"
Fah smiled and laughed at Sherbet's face.
"Damn Charles, I can do it myself."
"Why are you embarrassed? Your ass is like my ass. I've seen from childhood but my dick is bigger. As for you and Taem, you're the same size, little bastards.”
Ping's mouth gaped at the frank speech. Shertaem rolled his eyes in annoyance. Sherbet clenched his fists, listening to his little brother's speech.
Fahlan laughed lowly about the relationship between brothers. It's probably not the same, but the name is similar. Shertaem, Sherbet and Charles?
“Shit Char!! You're so sassy.”
Oh it's Charles, not Char.
"SHERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!"
Sher groaned when a small figure returned to a and swooped Sher in. Shertaem, who was standing in front of the door, prevented Prince from jumping in and hugging his best friend.
“Oi, softly, you bastard! You hit the place where it hurts.”
“Huh, I thought you were going to be heavy.”
A white hand gently stroked his friend's head. Close your eyes and sway the small body as slowly as his body allowed.
Why are you crying?" Taem borrowed a handkerchief to wipe the tears and wipe Prince's eyes.
Taem had yet to pick up Gear who followed, and sent it to him first.
“Take care of him, Gear. Quit hugging me. It's embarrassing, Wifey.”
“Wife?”
Taem and Charles raised their eyebrows, alternating with the little one. Sherbet's is a cassanova, flirting legend, why wouldn't they know? But they never cared about it because Sher were already grown up. But wife?
"Hey, I just call him that for fun."
"I don't realise it. Cute. I'm dating now. Hey, you can try dating my brother. Taem is good."
Charles patted the Prince's shoulder loudly, smiling mischievously until Taem had to drag out the stupid asshole!!
"Enough, I can find my own wife, you don't have to help me!!!" Taem said angrily.
“Is someone taking you seriously? Aren't you afraid of AIDS?"
The Fah bursts with laughter….this family is really entertaining. Sherbet opened his mouth... Ping and Tap can't make their faces right…
Sucks, I'm going home.Prince, you quit crying, I'm not dead yet. Gear send him back. Charles take me back."
“I still have to go to the last match. My friend has brought his car. Hey, I'll leave it you to send Sher."
Charles turned to Fah. No age asked, name asked, nothing. Everyone is 'you' in Charle's eyes.*
(* According to speech, Charles should call Fah, his brothers and their friends as Phi because Charles is youngest one present. But he calls everyone MEUNG, which means you."
"Okay, I'll send him myself."
"Hey, be considerate. Taem will send me instead." Sher told Fah.
"There's a meeting with the nursing staff next." Taem said.
"Come with me, end of discussion."
Fahlan flashed in conclusion, a smile on his face almost bursting out laughing again.
"Well, disperse and leave the hospital."
Charles, who doesn't care about the world, waves his hand at everyone and tells Sher not to worry, the medical bills will be taken care of by him.
Fahlan thrusted Shebet to the car. A good-natured smile adorned his lips.
“What are you laughing at?” Sher asked.
"Your family is funny.”
The twin, Taem, doesn't look like Sher but he's a bit calmer. It's unbelievable to plan to get someone's attention. Nong Charles was in a good mood, like he was smoking opium.
“I just recently got used to their extreme different emotions.”
“Hey Fah, you're going to send my brother Sher, right? You can go back first."
"You parked your car at the motor, didn't you? I'll go ahead and send Sher first."
"It's okay, go on. We take the college trams by ourselves."
After that, Fahlan became messenger for the mustache-man again. Sherbet sat motionless the whole way because he was still exhausted. His hand was holding a bag of pills. There are anti-inflammatory painkillers that need to be taken on time.
"Let’s stop for lunch first.”
“Sorry to bother you.”
"We're friends, don't overthink it." Fah smiled as he said the word friend. Sherbet turned towards sharp eye, before laughing lightly.
"Ahh, you're a good friend indeed."
"I have a good dick too."
"Fuck!! You only think about horny things every day."
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[ORIGINAL AUTHOR'S NOTE ]
*SPOILER EP 10
"Just leave me here and I'll take a shower."
“Okay, can I help?”
With a sly smile, Fah's mischievous hand began to pull on Sherbet's basketball shirt.
"Hey, don't take off my stuff."
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Fahlanruk (English Translation)
General Fiction📚COMPLETE BOOK 📚 Author : @BAMBAMANIIE spanish trans : Esta Isla Soon to be series in 2022
