Hello, readers. As for this story, it will be another feel-good short story to welcome the past Christmas and the upcoming New Year festival. It is also Wright's first short story. Please leave it to me. It may not be as satisfying as the fan fiction. Various things that have been composed before, but guaranteed to be interesting for sure. (Why do you believe that?) Haha.

P.S. Some scenes may come from Wright's real experiences. Try to guess where it is. Haha. (Why is Wright delusional?)

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Jinkrama7

-Every Christmas has stories and hopes in it-

Maybe social media isn't always the best help.

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The Christmas season may be a festival of happiness and warmth for many people. Some say it is a festival of fun or new beginnings or even hope, including Jida, a girl in her twenties. It may not include hope or a new beginning for Jida. with her bangs Small, oval eyes, round face shape.

Her nose is high, but the shape of her nose isn't very pretty. Her eyebrows are thin so as not to make her look too tall. Overall, she isn't a good-looking person, just enough to measure up like a normal person. Christmas this year will probably be like the past every year, in that she does the same things over and over, but she can't deny that it's fun, such as making arrangements with friends to go to the same high school she used to go to.

Visit a former teacher and meet a group of friends. But this year was different from every year because her friends invited her to go to an all-boys school near their high school. It could be said that this used to be one of the places Jida wanted to visit the most. For a teenage girl who wanted to exercise her charm back when she was in high school, if any girl got a boy from this school as her boyfriend, it would be considered the coolest and most enviable thing in the three worlds. Now it has expired, but this year it came because I wanted to make its heart feel a bit more rejuvenated. Because in the past twenty years, her heart has not encountered anything exciting at all. Let me underline that. And put in quotation marks here that in her teenage years or beginning to become a full-fledged adult, Jida never encountered anything that made her heart beat irregularly. Well, it's worth thinking about, her friends. We've been through love stories together in school before, and it's only you.

“Jida, let's wait for my girlfriend here first,” said Kot, also known as Kotchakorn, her female friend.

Today she came with only two people. Because her other friends were busy and couldn't come, Jida nodded. Many feelings arose within her now that she had entered the all-boys school that had once been the place she had most wanted to come to. uncomfortable and excited feel like fainting

and many more that are mixed together within her, but if we talk about the main ones, The uncomfortable and exciting feeling was probably because Jida had never met so many men before, so many men, and they all looked at her and Kot with the same eyes, like they were some kind of weirdo. The excited part was probably because of her. I had just attended an all-boys school for the first time in my life. The other feelings were just mutual feelings, not the main ones. Jida and Koch didn't wait long for their male friends.

“Hi Jida,” Koch's boyfriend greeted Jida.

“Hi First,” she greeted and smiled at him in a friendly way. After meeting, Koch and her boyfriend talked for a while before going to do various activities on Christmas Day. Her boyfriend was still in high school. I'm only in my senior year. At first, Jida didn't think she wanted to come with Koch because she didn't want to be a hindrance to anyone. But Koch forbade her to think like that because after all, Koch and Jida were friends. We have loved each other for a long time, so we shouldn't think like this.

“Are you hungry?” First turned to the girls and asked.

“Hungry,” Koch replied. Jida didn't say anything because she wasn't actually hungry. This was strange because Jida wasn't hungry because normally she was a person who could eat continuously. But if you go back to the morning before you came, Here, both Koch and Jida stopped by to eat noodles at their regular high school shop. Koch was hungry, probably because she didn't eat as much as Jida, probably because this was a regular noodle shop since high school and didn't come to eat. The noodles have been here for years, causing Jida to order two double bowls. Coming back to the current situation where First and Koch are waiting for lunch in front of the shop.

“Jida, do you want to eat anything?” First turned to ask her. Jida looked around at the event. There were various kinds of food, such as pork leg rice, chicken rice. There were all kinds of sweet and savory food, ice cream, milk and butter desserts, various kinds of fruit. Also for rinsing the mouth after eating.

But she had to shake her head. "I'm more thirsty," Jida answered because right now the weather is hot and humid. She's lost a lot of water in her body, so she wants to drink more water.

“Then let's go buy water,” Koch said and walked with her.

"We'll go sit on the edge of the football field," First said and led the girls to the edge of the football field where there were bleachers for cheering on sports. When they arrived, both Jida and Koch met First's group of friends. All of Koch's young men were younger than her and Koch, but all of them were nice and friendly, making Jida easy to get to know. During lunch, both Kochjida and First's friends spoke. We talked and exchanged many different things, but most of the time it was about things that didn't have much meaning.

“I think we should go to the bingo room,” First said.

“Oh, yes, the air conditioner is cool,” his group of friends added. Koch and Jida followed them to the bingo room, which was separated from all activities. Bingo is a game that requires silence and concentration to listen to the numbers. So they were separated into a room on the school building that was soundproof like this. Jida thought that this was another boring day for her because for half the day she had done nothing but sit and watch the people around her, noticing that they Is doing the same things that she likes to do, like now even though she is in the bingo room, she doesn't participate in the activities because Jida doesn't really like these kinds of activities. Jida believes that she doesn't have any luck with gambling. Bingo was so bad that every time she played, she always lost money for free, so she thought that if she wanted prizes from these games, it would be easier and more certain to buy them, plus she didn't have to wait and see for herself. Bend like this too. Apart from sitting and waiting, the money played in many rounds and combined together can easily buy those prizes. Jida did what she likes to do, which was to sit still and observe the people around her and see if they What do you do?

Reactions when they bingo and are happy or disappointed that they didn't bingo, looking around, sometimes secretly laughing softly in their hearts. Sometimes I sit and yawn. Stretching or chatting with friends to relieve boredom and loneliness for a while, she never thought that today her heart would beat twitching like never before, two seconds ago.

Jida sat and observed her surroundings as usual. A large man, about one hundred and ninety centimeters tall. Wearing a black shirt, not very new jeans, and sneakers that looked like they had been with the owner for many years, he was standing smiling and laughing with a group of friends and teachers. His large eyes and high, ridged nose indicate that he is not a true Thai, but is likely a hybrid with red lips and white skin.

With her wavy hair cut short, Jida had to admit that she had never felt this way about anyone before in her life. Your heart rate is stronger than usual, your hands are sweating. At first, she thought of not telling anyone.

“What's wrong with Jida?” Koch turned to her and asked.

“No, I'm fine, I'm fine,” Jida replied.

"Really? Are you bored?" Koch continued to ask because he had never seen his friend have symptoms or expressions like this before.

“I like it,” Jida said.

“What do you like?” I asked.

“There.” Jida turned to look at the large man in the front of the room.

Koch looked after him and turned to look at her with big eyes. "Good job," Koch said.

"I'll ask First for you," Koch continued. Her boyfriend, First, shook his head. It was known that he did not know this big man that Jida secretly liked.

“This is a lot,” Koch said when he turned to look at Jida's smiling face.

Jida was still looking at the large man in the front of the room. Then tried to capture every detail about him, whether it was his posture when talking, laughing, walking, or sitting. She tried to capture everything without using a camera, but using her heart to remember every action he took at this time. He was standing talking with the teacher and a group of friends, then walked in and sat at an empty table that was very close to the table of Jida and her friends. She looked at him and looked at him again without getting bored because He sat with his back to her, his broad back making her unable to take her eyes off. The closer he was like this, the more clearly his proportions could be seen, making it clear that the size of this mysterious young man was actually not large. Ordinary but very big

“You like it?” one of First's friends said, making Jida almost want to hide her face in the ground.

“Um, stop talking,” Jida said without opening her mouth.

“Teacher, what generation is this person?” First's group of friends asked. Jida turned to look at Kotchakorn's face frantically.

“Be still, be still,” Koch said and looked down at his phone. Jida secretly glanced at him from time to time. When another friend of hers asked, he didn't seem to care.

“Oh, he's in his thirties,” the teacher replied loudly.

“Thirty is still cool,” Koch whispered to Jidajida, turning to smile at Koch shyly. She tried to keep her demeanor as smooth as possible. She had read in a book that men looked cool at this age. Look hot, look the most handsome in the life of a creature called a man.

“If you were to measure it on a scale of one to ten, what level would you be at?” Koch asked.

“Level ten,” she replied.

Then he said something. The big man's voice made Jida's heart skip a beat. This was called love at first sight. We didn't even know each other yet, let alone knew his name, she didn't even know where to find him. I don't know his name. Going in and asking would seem too pushy. Plus, he's a lot older than her. Hmm, what should I do? Jida thought.

“Teacher, I will go first,” he said before raising his hand to say goodbye to the teacher who had taught him before walking out of the room. Jida felt that his voice and gestures had an influence on her. What would she do now? What's good?

"Let's go to the bathroom," she said, turning her eyes towards the door.

"Let's go," Koch replied and smiled at her knowingly.

Jida hurriedly walked in front of him to the door before opening it, not knowing that a large man ten years older than her was still standing in front of the room. She was shocked and collected herself in about three seconds. He hurriedly walked around the stairs to walk to the bathroom. Koch followed closely behind her. Jida hurriedly shuffled her feet down the stairs before her consciousness became more distracted.

"He's looking at you too, Jida," Koch said as soon as they both reached the ground floor.

"Really? Are you looking at it?" Jida asked.

“Just look at it. I think he knows that you like him,” Kot said.

“How?” she asked, looking shocked.

“It's already thirty. I don't know, it's crazy how many people I've been through and I don't know,” Koch replied.

"That's right," Jida muttered as she walked towards the bathroom. When walking to the bathroom, he realized that he had forgotten toilet paper, so he walked back to Kotchakorn and said, “Then we can come soon.” So they walked back to the room. On the way out, Jida looked up at the building. As you know, she is someone who likes to observe the atmosphere around her.

She then locked eyes with the tall man she secretly liked. He smiled at her like an adult loving a child. Jida quickly averted her eyes and walked with her head bowed quietly, but inside her heart was beating like a monkey.

“You look at me,” Jida whispered to Koch.

“Yes, I saw it,” he replied.

When the pair arrived at the room, they stayed with the group of friends for a while before returning. Inside the bingo room, there didn't seem to be anything interesting anymore. For Jida, a feeling of boredom returned to greet her again. Her heart rate began to pick up as the sweat on her hands and face gradually dried up because of the wind from the air conditioner. It was already New Year's and she still didn't have anything she could talk about with her friends that her life wasn't going well. same place, but there are new things happening in life as well

"Oh Jida, it's okay. I'll help you find him on Facebook on IG. I guarantee I'll give it an hour," Koch said when he saw the uneasy expression of his best friend who usually smiled and laughed a lot.

“Um,” Jida accepted. She had never felt like she walked so slumped before, besides she liked to observe other people and things around her. Jida also noticed that she walked with her head dropped, often when she felt sad or upset. For example, when parents The teacher scolded Or when some of her friends would go to study abroad and they wouldn't see each other for a long time, but she had never walked upside down because of something like this before.

Or is she heartbroken? How can she be heartbroken? She hasn't started anything yet. What should she do next? How will she meet a big man ten years older than her? Is there any way to help her?

The next day, Jida and Kochakorn meet up again to get something to eat and talk like girl friends without Kocha's boyfriend following along like yesterday.

"Look, I'm asking, how do you find his IG?" Jida asked.

"In any place, I looked for it yesterday, both on Facebook and on Instagram, but couldn't find it," Koch replied.

“I found it too. I couldn't find it this morning and I tried looking again and couldn't find it,” she said.

"He looks like he's hard to find. But I tried asking First what he said yesterday," he said.

“What do you say? What did you get?” Jida asked excitedly.

"He's probably in the 81st class. Go look for him," he said.

After that day, Jida stayed around in the world of social media but it was as if God or heaven was playing a trick on her even though she had been hanging around the 81st class page of that all-boys school day and night for many days in a row. Returned specifically to more than four hundred members. I can't find them sorted by name. She only had a clue from a picture of her phone address. Even one day, when she decided to post a thread, no one responded.

Sometimes she thinks he doesn't have any social media at all.

The new year has passed and Jida is still able to support herself well. She still smiles and laughs as usual as in the past years of her life. She's now twenty-one because today is her birthday. As fast as a lie, the first quarter of the year has already ended. Sometimes there are times when she misses the big man at that all-boys school, but it's not like the beginning. Moreover, she studies and does a lot of projects. There was no time to think about the trivial matters of her day and night, so her days passed by so quickly that she didn't notice her surroundings or herself at all. However, she still wanders around in the world of social media but doesn't search for him, and there are only times when she can't believe her eyes. How could he leave her sight? She tried looking for it again but couldn't find it. Sometimes she thought that social media might not be able to help her.

And then the day came when she had to say goodbye to her friend again, Kotchakorn, her close friend. She will go to study abroad to gain experience for three months and will return again. It's almost Christmas of this year and the drowsiness has begun to greet Jida again, but social media may be able to help her in this matter because When Kotchakorn moved to another country, they were able to talk and consult each other every day, but maybe at different times because they were in different hemispheres. The days began to move slowly again for Jida as she counted down the days. This year's Christmas

"Oh, I miss you like crazy, Kot." Jida went to pick up Kotchakorn as she had arranged at Suvarnabhumi International Airport.

"I missed you too. Here's a souvenir." He handed her a large bag.

“Thank you very much. And what was it like living there?” she asked.

"I'm fine. I'm over there. My friends are good. The guys are handsome, but I haven't broken up with First yet. But really, I'm really lonely. If I didn't get you to call me, I'd definitely be in trouble," Kot said.

It seemed that Kotchakorn must have been as lonely as she said, because the next day she made an appointment for Jida to meet with her to talk about various stories and experiences during her long break abroad. You can see that. That in this period of Jida's life, there was hardly any big man from that all-boys school involved.

“Er Jida, it's almost Christmas,” Koch said as he sat down and licked the sweets on his plate.

“Um, I'm waiting for Christmas as well,” Jida said, thinking about how last year social media couldn't really help her. It's been four years and she still hasn't been able to find him.

"First invites you to go to the all-boys school that you used to study at. Do you want to go together?" he asked.

"Go, there's nothing to do either," Jida replied and smiled at Koch.

“It's been a year. Have you forgotten about last year yet?” Koch asked out of curiosity because she saw that her friends weren't talking much about the older man they met last year these days. Jida smiled and laughed.

“How can I forget?” she said.

"I see you don't mention it," Koch laughed.

A week later, Christmas 21 in Jida's life, Jida had never felt that last Christmas would be a festival of hope for her, but this year was different. A new feeling arose in this Christmas for Jida. It's hope. Yes, there's a little hope in her little heart. This year, she was not accompanied by her female friend Kochakorn and her boyfriend First, so Jida had to go to that all-boys school by herself and then meet Koch and her boyfriend in the school. work

“Hello, where is Jida? Have you arrived yet?” Koch connected the phone and asked her.

“Already in front of the school,” she replied, looking for Kochakorn and her boyfriend. Kochakorn was still on the line with her, trying to tell her whereabouts at the school.

“Oh!” Jida cried out because someone bumped into her and the person she bumped into wasn't small because from the impact she almost fell to the ground. It's a good thing that this year she I didn't get a short skirt.

“I'm sorry,” the person who crashed apologized.

“It's okay,” Jida replied and slowly looked up to see the smile she had been waiting for for so long. and almost disappeared from her memory The best Christmas of her life happened without the help of social media.

- Completed -