Pop… Part II

“I actually came here today to take you back home. You gave me your words that if you couldn’t get a job within one month, you’d have to come back and continue our family’s business.”

Indeed, that was what he had promised his father. And indeed, he had already rejected the job he had applied for. What he was doing right now could not be called a day job, and he could not completely call himself a freelancer. If he had to explain it to his father, it would sound like he was living from day to day, betting his luck on selling cards… It would be even harder for his father to accept it if he explained it that way.

Strictly speaking, he should have returned to Suphan Buri long ago.

“I don’t think you’re being fair to Joke, pop.” His brother tried to help him again. “You already know that he doesn’t want to work for our business.”

“Isn’t what he’s calling a “job” right now too unstable? Can’t I be worried that he’s getting into something that sounds too good to be true?”