When Anurak was young, his father became a toyboy for a gang leader and even abandoned his family for another woman. 

His mother died when he was 10. But before her death, she planted some notions in his mind. 
Notions that gay men are husband snatchers and evil.
Notions that a true man can only depend on himself.
Notions that a man can only love one woman. 
These notions turned Anurak into an overly sensitive young boy, who would rather suffer in silence than ask for help. 

Because he didn't want to disappoint his late mother, he tried his best to adhere to her principles. 

Everything was fine until he entered the university. 
First, gaymen lurked everywhere he turned to and the sight of them made it very hard for him to keep ignoring his true feelings. 

Then his girlfriend broke up with him and the only man who made him tempted enough to break his principles decided to force things...

Anurak, Let Me Love You

Aunty Cahya's bedroom was a mismatch of all sorts of comfy and homely décors. She had murals and paintings hung on the wall along with totems and even a dreamcatcher. 


Her bed was one of those iron spring beds with lots of pillows. The bedding was fluffy and lush. It looked like something one could sink into easily. 


There was a two-seater chair filled with washed clothes by one of the windows, a huge three-door wardrobe, and a six-foot mirror stand. Even though the room wasn't big, it had everything someone as simple as Aunty Cahya would need. 


Not waiting to be told, Eshin went to the two-seater couch, scooped up the clothes from the spot he wanted to settle in, and heaped them on the clothes on the other side of the chair. He then sat down. 


"I am all ears." Aunty Cahya said as she sat on her bed and covered her legs with her huge, white duvet. 


You can drop the pretense