Chapter 10 : City Life of Mahasamut

                                    

                                          
As Mahasamut closed his notebook with a firm resolve, pressing it to his chest as if to find strength in his dedication to the work that kept him busy for a very long time. He had to save money in order to survive in the city, adjusting and finding Tongrak. 
For the meantime, he puts his dedication to work. He might be distracted for some time when his mind is deciding to wander and think of Tongrak in some place where he forced him to go.
Hours turn to days. Days turned into weeks. Weeks turned into Months. 
He's missing Tongrak a lot, and it's finally time to go seek for him.
Mahasamut stood by the dock with Palm beside him, carrying some of his bags. He booked an appointment for an apartment in the city, ready to look for Tongrak now after months of being apart. He saved a lot for accepting more work after the daily schedule for the tourists. He didn't waste any of his precious time earning money to save up.
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“Are you sure about this?” Palm asked worriedly.
“Yes, no turning back.” He answered with dedication. 
“You don't even know where to start looking. The city is bigger for someone who hasn't gone there yet.” Palm reminded him.
“I know, I plan on looking for a job there. I'm sure our paths will cross at some point, I'm not giving up on him.” 
“I will ask some of my online friends if they know someone by the name of Tongrak to help you.”
“Why didn't you think of that sooner, you stupid kid?” Mahasamut playfully messed Palms hair,
“Just be thankful I thought of it. I didn't even know you were that serious until yesterday, when you told me to look over the business.” Palm smacks Mut’s hands for messing his hair.
“I’ll get going now.”
“Always check your phone for updates,”
Mahasamut nodded and tapped Palm’s shoulder before taking off. 
Hours at the boat, he could see the city lights in the dark nights. He wondered how Tongrak was doing. Is he really pregnant? Did Tongrak knows how to control his pheromones that he mistook for him to be pregnant? Mahasamut’s head was in turmoil, but one thing is for sure. He's not looking for Tongrak because of the possibility that he was carrying their child. But for a fact that he loves him, so much that he's willing to leave the island and look for him, be with him in the city.
Only he can answer these thoughts. He's praying for fate to tie them together again, when that time comes, all of his risk to go to the city will all be worth it. 
He has no idea where to start looking, all he knows is that Tongrak is a screenwriter, and he's not sure if the production or any television management will give him a bit of information about Tongrak. With a strong courage built up in his chest, he's sure that he will not and never in this lifetime, that he will give up on Tongrak.
“I promise, I will make you love me. I will make that thing easier than leaving me.” Mahasamut smiled at his thoughts, everything is ready for him in the city, all he has to do is work harder to adjust and find Tongrak.
The next morning Mahasamut stepped onto the bustling city streets, a stark contrast to the quiet, open expanse of the island. That morning, he had arranged to meet with the landlord of a small apartment he’d managed to rent, a modest space but enough to call his own while he searched for Tongrak.
As he handed over his deposit, Mahasamut felt a mixture of hope and worry. The city was enormous, its endless maze of streets and towering buildings overwhelming. He knew it wouldn’t be easy to find Tongrak—he had only a vague idea of where to start, but he wasn’t willing to give up.
Settling into his new routine, Mahasamut found a job at a nearby supermarket, stacking shelves and helping customers. The work was steady, but the pay only covered the essentials. He quickly realized how different life was here, with expenses eating away at his savings faster than he expected. Still, every time he felt the weight of exhaustion or doubt, he reminded himself of why he was here, of the one person who had left him and his plan on tying him on his waist to never let him go again.
“Mahasamut, you're smiling today.” One of his co-worker remarked to him.
“Oh, yeah. I just remembered something.” 
“Is it one of the embarrassing moments you did in the past?”
“No…” 
“Oh well, I'll leave you here now. You're doing a great job!”
As his shift neared its end, Mahasamut returned to the junk food aisle, tidying the disorganized shelves with practiced efficiency. Each bag he placed felt like a countdown to freedom; the sooner he finished, the sooner he could get out of work and continue his search.
When the last shelf was neatly stacked, he clocked out with a nod to his manager and hurried out of the store, his resolve as solid as ever. 
Without wasting a moment, he hopped onto the nearest bus, his destination clear in his mind—another TV station across the city, one of the few leads he’d managed to piece together. He held onto the name, repeating it silently: Tongrak. Somewhere out here, Tongrak was living his life, and Mahasamut was determined to find him, no matter how many stops it took. His alpha is sensing that he's near, but he feels so far. He'd been working at the supermarket for weeks, sometimes his alpha will aggressively sense a familiar scent, but other scents will block them. It's frustrating to be around so many people that was blocking him on finding his beloved.
“Please, sir. Is someone by the name of Tongrak working here? He's a screenwriter.” He said to the guard, almost pleading.
“I'm sorry, but our policy is strict with names of private writers. Even if he's working here, I cannot tell any details.” The guard said, almost the same as the other guards from different television stations that he's gone through.
Mahasamut left the place disappointed, he walked back to the bus station, got home and slept in exhaustion. He didn't know that tomorrow, his lucky points will be used.