A.N: This is a continuation of Mr. Thongchua's POV because I had accidentally posted an unfinished chapter 5 and for some reason when I tried to edit it to include the rest of the chapter it wouldn't work, so here's the continuation.

Also the image above does not belong to me. It belongs to the person who uploaded it on the internet.

Mr. Thongchua's POV

I had hardly turned my car's engine on when my phone started to ring again.

"Godammit son, what is it now?" I was truly losing my patience now.

"I'm really sorry, Dad, but I just wanted to make sure that you were on your way to Paradise Beach," my son said frantically.

"Then leave me to do it!" I snapped at him.

"I'm sorry, Dad," he said, and cut the call.

I put Paradise Beach on my GPS before putting on some music in my car.

The soft soothing music of Eva Cassidy's Tennessee Waltz surrounded me as I drove leisurely, following the GPS instructions. I loved the lyrics and melody of the song even though it was all about the betrayal of a loved one. The song talks about how someone introduced his sweetheart to his best friend and then while his best friend and his sweetheart were dancing to the tune of The Tennessee Waltz, the best friend stole his sweetheart from him.

Soon I found myself at the fork of a road and the GPS instructed me to choose the road on the left. I knew that this was the way to Paradise Beach because soon enough the road started getting sandy and every now and then a road sign saying 'Paradise Beach Up Ahead' would be posted on the side of the road.

I paid the entrance fee and the parking fee, ignoring the curious look of the Paradise Beach staff, maybe because I was coming in alone and at a later time than most beach goers would come.

I glanced at the time on my dashboard. It was close to five in the afternoon.

I parked my car at the designated parking lot and asked a group of merrymakers at the beach hut closest to the entrance if they had seen the person whose image I showed from my photo gallery. The image was of Ben and my son but I pointed to Ben's image so that they could immediately identify him if they happened to know him.

"Oh, yes, that's Ben! That's our team mate!" said a friendly looking young lady. "He's over there behind that very large rock with our group leader."

She was pointing to a rock jutting out from the sand. It looked very distant and I hesitated to walk that far.

Damn, if it were not for the fact that I loved my son very much, I would not have gone to all the trouble of walking such a long distance from the entrance.

"Thank you," I said to the young lady.

I took off my socks and shoes and tossed them inside my car before trudging off towards that large rock in the distance.

"Good luck!" someone from the group that I had approached called out to me.

Why would he wish me luck when I already knew where I was going to find Ben. Anyway I raised my arm to him to acknowledge his message to me.

I was already starting to get out of breath by the time I reached the large rock.

Then I froze in my tracks.

There on the sand was Ben lying on his back, his eyes closed, while some guy was on top of him kissing him passionately. Ben's arms were wrapped around the back of the guy.

My son's instincts were so right. And wrong. Because Ben didn't need rescuing from a situation that he so obviously was a part of. It was obviously a consensual kiss.

I backed away before either one of them could notice my presence.

Then I turned away and ran like I was in the race for my life.

I jumped into my car, my chest tightening so much that I suddenly couldn't breathe.

I slowed down at the exit to give the parking ticket to the attendant at the booth and then drove away like crazy.

I prayed that I would not get into an accident because my tears were falling fast, blurring my vision badly. 

I felt personally betrayed because I had learned to love Ben like he was my own son.

And I felt betrayed and I felt hurt for my son Trisanu. Yes others call him Man but I prefer to call him Trisanu.