I would like to invite people to read the atmosphere for a few years. 248

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early

In fact, it didn't happen during that time, but I can imagine it from books I've read and old photos.

Thai people still hold titles. There is Chao Khun, Ban Rim Nam, and servants who have lived together for generations.

The story line is Thai, the plot is sweet and touching. and delayed according to the writer's style I hope readers will enjoy it more or less.

Please leave some old Peg Tom work.

note

- Places and characters are all fictitious. This is purely for the entertainment purpose of the writer. :)

- There is a love story of a man loving a man.

"P'Chok, P'Chok"

A soft voice woke the young man up.

A provincial Thai house belonging to the Issara family that the little one took Palitchoke to visit. He fell asleep while waiting for the owner of the house to take a bunch of housewives out shopping to get something to eat after taking his bad boy dad out on the town last night. and returned to drink all the wine and beer he had stocked up until he was completely drunk. Even at this point, he's still not in good shape.

I remember waking up around noon. Then he got down from the big building on the roadside to breathe in the air in the garden. Until they reached the house on the water's edge. And finally, I sat back and sat on a rocking chair by the second floor window that overlooked the riverbank.

...It smells so good...an ancient scent but I don't know what it's called.

"Tom"

Palitchoke opened his eyes and saw Issara in a light silk shirt and silk-colored Chinese satin pants standing next to him.

"Why are you dressed like this?"

Even though I'm conscious But it might be because of the alcohol that is still in the blood. You can produce luck like you are in a trance.

"Brother Chok, you really came back, right?" The person's face lit up with a smile. Eyes that were filled with sadness sparkled.

"Tom, you...came to bed just now." The man who was in a daze frowned in confusion at the person he was talking to. His tomtom talks strangely, dresses strangely, and has a clean-shaven face without a beard. The skin that was already white appeared even brighter until it seemed to glow transparently like that.

The small figure standing next to him let out a smile and his expression became dull. Walked back and clung to the window sill. He looked away towards the water and sighed.

"Isn't it so? I was so lost in joy."

Producing luck is like being half asleep. One part of me wanted to get up, but the other part felt like something was inviting me to sit still and talk with the person who appeared in front of me.

Who is this person who is like his tomtom like a twin but isn't?

“I saw you sleeping here. I thought it was someone I knew,” the speaker said in a soft, accented voice that was completely out of character for his little one who was bouncing around.

“I... uh... I'm sorry, I didn't know there was anyone in this house. I saw that Tom said the house was empty. So I took it easy and went to lie down. The cool breeze blew and I fell asleep."

The small figure in the soft-colored clothes turned to look.

“To say that is not true. I used to own all over this area. But right now it wouldn't be called that."

“Do you know me? I heard you calling me a moment ago.”

"You look like someone I once knew." The speaker's eyes stared at the face of the person who was still sober. "Very similar, so similar that we could call it the same type."

"Who is it?"

"Unlucky person"

Rain falling like the angry sky A storm lashed the sky and shook the earth.

Two young men about the same age ran to shelter from the rain in a hut on the edge of the river. The body is soaking wet.

A tall figure with dark skin, weathered by the sun and wind, turned to a smaller person who stood with his arms folded in the cold.

"Can you bear the cold?"

“Right now I can bear it. But if it's longer than that, it'll be bad."

Khun Is, the cherished son of Chao Khun Prasit, formerly known as In, looks up to P' Chok or Ai Chok, the grandson of Nai Khum. The Lord Mercifully raised him to be a nanny to take care of his only son who grew up together from a young age.

"I should have brought Mr. Is back since the clouds had formed."

"It's okay, brother. I'm stubborn to stay on my own," Mr. Is said as he sat down on the wooden mat in the middle of the hut.

Mr. Chok knelt on the ground beside the mat.

“If it falls for a long time and you still can't get back, Khun Is will be sick. Would you mind taking off your shirt first? Wearing a wet shirt like this is definitely not good."

"I've told you many times that when it's just the two of you, you don't have to talk. Brother Chok. Just say it when you're with other people."

The servant smiled at him. Quickly pick up the shirt that Mr. Is took off and take it to dry on the wooden beam. Ready to take off his own shirt, he then returned to sit downstairs near his master.

Mr. Iss crossed his arms over his chest, trembling.

“There is no change of clothes in this hut. There was only one lamp."

Mr. Chok looked around. The pier hut only had a lantern for the travelers passing by to stay temporarily when they tied up their boats on the river bank when the water was rough.

"Oh..oh." A cold voice escaped the little man's mouth.

Lucky looked at him with concern. Khun Is has not been physically strong since childhood. Just a little bit of rain makes you feel cold and sick.

The slave put his own two hands on his master's arm. A rough but warm hand touched the white skin and rubbed along the arm.

"Just in case it gets a little warmer, Mr. Is."

"Brother Chok, aren't you cold?"

"A servant like me can endure the sun and rain. It's okay. Even if you are born again, you will be defeated by the rain instead of Khun Is. I'm happy," Aichoke said as he rubbed his hands to warm them and then rubbed them on his master's body.

Mr. Iss looked deeply at the person sitting on the floor taking care of him, more worried than himself.

The Lord has made Ai Chok stay by his son's side, serving him like a master and a servant. But little did they know that love had been silently brewing in both of their hearts since the beginning of their youth.

Ai Chok loves his master modestly. Cherish, care for and honor more than anything. While Isluk Chao Khun I love and deeply appreciate the loyal heart of the servant beside me.

There will be only Grandma. I only raise turtles in front of Khun It's room. which was enough to be suspicious of the way the two looked at each other But he didn't say anything to anyone.

"Brother," the voice calling his name from his mouth trembled with coldness.

"Can you bear it? I ran back to the main building and got an umbrella and brought some new clothes for Mr. Iss.”

The master, Iss, quickly grabbed the arm of the servant who was about to get up and leave.

Mr. Chok looked into those round eyes.

"You stay with me."

Two eyes looked at each other with meaning and meaning.

The white figure of the master moves down to hug...

"Khun Is"

Lips the color of red lotus petals on the water's edge kissed Mr. Chok's cheek.

"You're too warm."

Even Grandma used to say things that seemed to affect his hearing. that being born as a servant in the house, one must know how to be modest

But when the syrup in the golden bowl dropped to the floor Or are there little ants who can't resist crawling around?

Lightning strikes The storm still continues to flutter.

The sound of the wooden litter creaking as it shakes and competes with the waves in the river. It swept away a large ship that was moored at the head of the bridge. The ship turned and hit the bank again and again.

"Ah....ah.....P'Choke" Khun Iss arched his body twitching. calling out to the person who was lying on top of him Mr. Chok was panting with lust after using the strength of his youth that had been stored up for many years to fulfill the miraculous act of the servant's son to the prince's son.

A passionate kiss in the middle of a storm causes the status of master and slave to be swept away into the water. There are only two people left who are equal in heart...

The rain poured down on the hut again and again until the sky was calm.

"Mr. Chokbao who is honest with his son. Secretly loving each other until one day Bad news has arrived."

"What is it?" Palitchoke asked with curiosity.

"Your Majesty, will your son be married to the Baron's daughter?"

"Baron?" ... means??

"The magnate who owns the port concession and the motorboat business of this city," the storyteller answered as if he had heard the question the audience was thinking.

"Even though the prince will be in government service, But there is also a private business dealing with the magnate. In addition to giving Mr. Is a business to take care of in order to take over. I still expect him to be related to the magnate.”

"Brother Chok, please take me away. Otherwise, I will definitely have to marry the daughter of your tycoon."

"Your Majesty must be very angry."

"Let it pass some time. I will slowly come back and ask for forgiveness from you, but now I have refused and you have not listened.”

"Brother Chok, are you afraid of trouble? By now the godfather will find out and take away my money. But I also have a gold chain ring. It should be enough to sell."

“I have never been interested in property matters. I'm only worried about Khun Is's reputation being tarnished and my body suffering."

"It's okay. Let people spread the word that I'm having a bad time. Escaping and wandering wildly If it reached the ears of the rich man that someone would become his son-in-law, he would become indifferent. You probably wouldn't even give your daughter away yourself.”

“When the opportunity arose, Is pretended to tell the common man that he was going to go rowing a boat for the two of us and then took the opportunity to escape. Then Mr. Chok took him to find a small shophouse on the outskirts of the city, in a coolie area where no one thought that someone like the prince's son would be able to live.”

"How are you living?"

The tomtom of Palitchoke in a satin dress turned to look at the person asking again.

"Mr. Chok works and sweats in different waters. Earn every baht to support your living expenses without touching the assets that Khun Is has with you. In the outskirts of the city, what work is there besides work that requires manual labor? However, however much money he earned, he gave it all to Is. The two of them lived a humble, quiet life. Anyone who asked, they said it was their younger brother who was sick and couldn't go to work."

“So your father isn't looking for you? And Khun Isa is okay, uh... I mean, Khun Is, can you live in trouble?"

"Khun Is rarely goes anywhere. Because he was still afraid that the godfather's prestige would cause people to search for him. At most it was only for a moment. Just to come out and buy the bad food sold in the shophouses there. It's time to let things settle for a while. Then find another way."

That white face had a small smile, happy with what was about to be told...

“But you, that narrow room is very happy for two people. There are no masters, no servants. Behind the wall of that shophouse is vast. Nothing can block the love of two people."

"What kind of work will Mr. Chok not let you touch? But Iss used the time in the cleaning room to clean up and scoop up water as he could. Hands that used to pick up valuable things Had to grab a cloth and mop the floor. Sweet and savory food used to be perfect. All that's left is rice cooked in a pot and two simple dry side dishes. But that was the most satisfying."

Mr. Chok held Mr. Is's hand and rubbed it back and forth.

"Khun Is, you don't have to do housework, sir. I'll come back soon and I'll sweep, mop, do the laundry, and draw water for you."

"You're going to let me sit and watch you suffer alone. I can't do it. My golden floss, you won't touch it."

"Khun Is, please keep it. My hair isn't difficult at all. I'm only worried about Khun Is falling ill. Because the food around here is not as perfect as usual.”

"Oh, Brother Chok, I don't feel any trouble at all. Really, just this fish and rice fills my stomach. How much will you eat? I get to eat with you every day and sleep with you every day. I'm the happiest."

Mr. Chok took the white hand that was starting to become rough and kissed it with love.

"The merit of people like Ai Chok Even though I was born before I could see my parents' faces But I still got true love from Khun Is."

Mr. Chok supported his lover and lay him down on the mat laid out on him. Manage the mosquito netting Put out the lampshade hanging in the middle of the room where there is only one light. Then go to sleep

Khun Is held Mr. Chok's face and caressed it back and forth. On a moonlit night when light comes through the vents They lay happily kissing each other.

"Are you sleepy yet?"

The person in question shook his head slightly.

No matter how tired you are, Mr. Chok never fails to provide physical and mental happiness to those who spend all day waiting in the room.

He got up and moved to pull up his satin pants and unbutton Mr. Is's shirt. followed by his own old pants Lay down on your back

Khun Is hugs and moans only about P'Chok's name.

A shabby shophouse becomes a paradise where Mr. Chok takes his master and lover by the hand to deliver them before himself every time.

Bang!! Bang!!!

"Open the door." There was a loud kicking sound on the door. Soon the old latch broke. The electric lamp in the middle of the room suddenly turned on. A group of armed men came and attacked the mosquito net. The two naked people grabbed clothes to cover their bodies.

One of the godfather's servants broke through the circle to look. Then he nodded and told the group that it was not his fault. The two of them knew the fate that would happen after this.

Khun Is was brought back to the house. Currently, he was prostrate on the floor of the hall on the building. With his father Chao Khun, Lady Grandma and only a few close servants.

Chao Khun Prasit sits holding a cane with a stern expression on his face.

“I thought it was just bad luck to have a lousy son, but I never thought there would be such a terrible thing. Ai Chok is no different from a tiger cub. Waste of energy to nourish!"

“Father, please. Brother Chok did not do anything wrong. I want to escape by myself. And we.....we.....love each other."

"Lord Iss!!" A voice echoed like thunder. Both Lady Grandma and her son were startled. Mr. Is trembled and lowered his head to the ground, still. Gritting your teeth, tears fall.

"People like Chao Khun Prasit Has a reputation for success in government service for many years You will be disgraced by having a son who is a sodomite."

“Father, please. The love that you and P' Chok have for each other comes from the heart. Not delusional and lustful, as the godfather understands."

"Even so, that's not possible! Who does this? It's disgusting! How much do I resent him? It's not as bad as hurting that my own child doesn't love me well."

Mr. Iss crawled and clung to his father's legs, speaking and crying. "Please have mercy on me, my child. The two of us love each other with all our hearts." After saying that, he bowed at his father's feet. But the prince withdrew his foot and fled.

“I won't kill that commoner. I consider how merciful it is. You ate it in the house, but then you drank it in the middle of my stomach and trampled on my heart."

Khun Isa pulled away from the Chao Khun and crawled over to bow down to Khun Ying Ya.

“Grandma, Grandma, did you not tell me that? If you do something and make your grandchild happy Grandma won't object. Grandma, please help your grandchild."

Lady Grandma looked down at her beloved grandson who was crying tears of joy and crawled to pay respect to his father, which made Grandma feel pitiful.

"Then what do you want Grandma to do? Father Iss, it's a good thing he went back in time before the wedding with the prince's daughter. Otherwise, he would have been seriously embarrassed."

"I just want to be with Brother Chok. Otherwise, my grandchild doesn't want it."

"Huh! Commoners like him only hope for wealth. If someone like you didn't have wealth, would it still be there?”

"P' Chok is not that kind of person," Khun Is hurriedly argued.

“How can you be sure, Father Is?” Khunying Ya asked.

"Mother, you don't have to speak," Chao Khun Prasit said, cutting himself off and turning to speak to his son.

“I will confine you until you come to your senses. What is right and what is right? As for Ai Chok, he must be punished for kidnapping my child."

Hearing this, Khun Is hurriedly hugged his father and begged. “Father, please. I am a stubborn person and want to escape on my own. Brother Chok just followed along with concern. Father, please don't blame him. Father, have mercy on me."

"Stop making annoying moaning noises. As of now, I'm ashamed of the servants who witnessed this and nearly ran away."

When he finished, the prince walked out of the room.

"Grandma, sir." The grandson, with tears in his eyes, turned to look at his grandmother. The lady only shook her head and got up to run away. When he saw that he was helpless, Khun Is cried loudly.

Water splashed down on the man chained in front of the small house on the water's edge. Chao Chok regained consciousness and slowly opened his eyes to see Chao Khun sitting and clutching a cane. He hurriedly leaned his body and bowed down.

"Do you love my child?"

"I..love Khun Is with all my heart." Mr. Chok replied in a hoarse voice like a person who was exhausted. But every word is clear.

"Have you ever thought about it?" that what you do It's trampling on my heart. Step on my pate."

“It is my own evil. I'm not asking for any excuses at all."

The Lord smiled.

“You think you will bring my child happiness. Have you been able to find prosperity yet?"

"Huh... If my child only had one Will you still stay with me?”

"I never wanted anything. Apart from being able to serve Mr. Is and being close to him... my life is enough."

Aichok answered in a low voice. His eyes looked down at the ground, still and calm. Waiting to be punished by Dusdee

under the lantern light Your Highness smiled cruelly. said the last sentence to Mr. Chok

“You must use your life to prove it to me. That you want nothing more than to be with my child. And I will forgive you for the ingratitude you did to me.”

That night, Mr. Chok was locked in the basement of a waterfront house that Mr. Isadon had taken and kept away from the main building.

“If you want to moan, Edun will spoil it enough here. The commoner's servants will not have to endure listening."

The prince said before going into the house, leaving only a few servants sitting and guarding the door to the outside room.

"Khun Is," a tired voice called out from under the house.

"P' Chok" as soon as he heard the voice Iss quickly fell and crawled on the ground. Keep your eyes peeled for any gaps in the floorboards. His ears perked up and he crawled to find the source of the sound.

"Where's P' Chok?" Khun Is tapped along the floor. Suddenly there was a knocking sound from below. He bent down and looked through the hole in the board as far as he could see.

"I'm here."

"P' Chok, huh..." Khun Is suppressed his cries so that the servants outside could not hear. I saw that under the stool there was a small joint on the wooden floor, so I hurriedly pushed the stool out in another direction. Then he pulled and yanked at that jointed board until his hands were scratched and his nails torn.

"Khun Is, don't do that."

The prisoner in the house pulled until the small plank came loose enough for his hands to slip under.

A rough hand grabbed a small hand from below. Mr. Its tears flowed.

"Brother Chok, what has your father done to you? Are you hurt? I want to see you."

"Don't be," Mr. Chok replied softly.

Mr. Chokmi told the story that the prince ordered people to beat him up. When he recovered, he found himself lying in the dark on the cold ground, with only a loincloth around his waist to support his head and absorb the blood. Even without killing But he was almost bruised and died.

"What's wrong with you?"

"It's nothing, Mr. Is," Mr. Chok replied, holding that small hand in both hands and kissing it in the dark. Mr. Iss felt the faces of the people below and cried so hard he couldn't hold back.

"My eyes are seriously swollen. Another scar on the face Are you still saying it's nothing else?"

“This is all I can endure. As long as Khun Is is safe, that's good." A hoarse reply echoed across the chests of the people in the house.

"Khun Is, don't disobey your orders."

The crouched master whispered across the floor. "I love only you."

"Just this is the merit of this commoner's son, Mr. Is. As of now, Khun Is has been tainted by too much of me."

"Are you going to push me away?"

"Khun Is..." The person speaking stopped for a moment. Then he continued speaking in a trembling voice.

“I am not worried about my own life. Even if you are going to use it to kill the curry? I will not resist. There will only be concern that Mr. Is will continue to suffer. If you still insist on living with me outside."

"I'm not afraid, I just want to be with you." Many tears fell on the floor of the room. Mr. Is's face was pale, but his ears and eyes were bruised and red.

"Lord Iss!!" A loud voice echoed throughout the room. “You go take my son out. Then close all the grooves in the board. Even ants can't get through it."

"no!! No!” This time the little man fought hard. The male and female servants retreated.

“I have a hunch. I came back to see it. If you don't stop I'm going to make that commoner stop breathing right now!”

At the end of the father's words Mr. Iss looked at his father in shock. His body collapsed and he cried helplessly.

"So...what do they do next?" Palitchoke asked the person standing there telling the story.

"Who do you mean?"

"Well... everyone, Mr. Is, Mr. Chok, and that sir."

“Your Highness, do as I have said. You let them live together... but they are one person in the house. and the other one is under the house.”

Palitchoke remained silent, waiting to continue listening.

“But you just let me stay. Rice and fish are not included."

"Oh, that's no different than intending to kill someone slowly."

“Not really. He said that if Ai was lucky he could ask to get out from under the house where he was locked up. But he went back on the words that had been spoken to him. That if I just wanted to be together If you really don't want anything, just stay there. Don't break your word."

Palitchoke gasped.

"already..."

"Just three days... "

"P' Chok, P' Chok..." Khun Is bowed and raised his head and spoke to the floor of the room. He knocked around and called out to those below, being careful not to make it sound outside.

"Khun Is"

"Brother Chok, I heard the servants say last night that Father let Brother Chok leave here."

"Brother Chok, please go. Don't torture yourself. I accept it. I know you suffered. I am so heartbroken."

“Brother Chok, please take care of your own life first. I am here However, blood No matter how punished, it won't mean death." Khun Isak reluctantly spoke, hoping that his lover would survive first.

"People like Ai Chok love Khun Is and Khun Is loves her back. This alone is worth life."

Mr. Is shed tears when he heard the words from the people below.

"Brother Chok, because of my stupidity and short-term thinking. So it really caused me trouble."

"Khun Is, don't blame yourself. The time we spent together freely outside I am the happiest I have ever been in my life.”

"elder sibling..."

“This lucky man loves Khun Iss the most in his life. Khun Is, please take good care of yourself. Whatever it is Khun Is must continue to live.”

"What do you mean? Brother Chok, brother..." Issara pressed his ear to the floorboard. Trying to listen carefully, the faint sound seemed to get farther and farther away.

"This lucky guy... I will love you in every life."

The room door swung open. Mr. Is turned to the person who had come in.

"Father!"

"You can come out now, Iss."

“Father, are you going to release your son or not? And how about your luck?” the speaker asked his father happily.

“Ugh,” he sighed, slammed his cane on the floor, and walked out of the room.

After Chao Khun retreated, Grandma Maen crawled up low and clung to the prince's son's arm. "Khun Isachaokha"

"Aunt Maen..."

"Ai Chok is dead."

Khun Is turned to look at the nurse with a feeling of anger. "Auntie, what tricks did you use to trick me?"

“Oh, Miss Issachaokha, Auntie doesn't have any tricks. Auntie, I feel sorry for him too, but... he's really dead." The old woman finished crying and picked up a betel juice towel to wipe away the tears.

"How is that possible? I also talked to Brother Chok just now.”

The old woman, whom Iss called Auntie, cried even harder.

“He died last night. Since being beaten and dragged back by the neck Even the medicine was not worn. The fish and rice were not touched. Let the red guy sneak in and take a look. He said that he slept hot and had only a single loincloth to sleep on because the Lord had ordered no one to interfere. He caught a fever for two days and then died. Why did he let you go?"

Mr. Issat was speechless. Listen to the nurse's story. After regaining consciousness, he dropped to the ground and cried, hoping that he would die. Are the voices that are talking to each other just love spirits?

The loyal Mr. Chok's final orders were to stay alive.

"I want to die, Auntie Maen," Khun Is said, her voice sobbing and tears streaming down her face.

"We love each other. What's wrong with that?"

“Oh my god. Ai Chok has this much merit. I'm heartbroken."

That night there were only Khun It and Grandma Man. Sitting crying to the spirit of the ill-fated Mr. Chok

"If Mr. Chok had been willing to escape, he wouldn't have died," Palit said to the storyteller.

"Yes..." the person replied, his eyes staring blankly at the river.

...Mr. Chok left a message for Grandma even though she came with Chao Daeng. That since the time the Lord met him Red matter goes out to disgrace you. I was ready to accept my fate that I might not escape punishment. I want to use my life to prove my sincerity to you.

"You might see him as a foolish, small-minded person who put his life on the line."

"Not at all. I probably can't judge anyone. Especially about love Each person's environment and situation are different."

“Are you in love?” the white figure asked.

"Ah...well...there is."

"You're probably luckier than Mr. Luck."

"My era Many things have changed. We are more accepting of each other's ideas. The matter...the level of people Uh..less of that sort of thing."

"You mean the estate?"

"Yes, that's it. I don't really care anymore. And love is open without gender.”

"Really good"

P'Peck's TomTom, in a body that looked like it was transparent, sighed heavily.

"So...how is Mr. Iss doing now?"

"Just live in despondency, that's all." Soon it was like fate. The prince suddenly fell ill. Even though he was seriously hurt, he still asked Is to marry the daughter of a close friend who lives in Bangkok. Far from listening to what is happening to have heirs to carry on the family name"

"Issa agreed to marry to repay the Father's grace. Just in time before you die. I ask that you forgive me for the things that have caused me sorrow and promise that there will be an heir to continue your family name.”

“When my first son was only three months old, Is fell ill and passed away. It's like waiting to complete the promise I made to the godfather."

At this point, the listeners were shocked.

Another river breeze blew. The bell on the roof rang loudly.

Palitchoke felt like he was in a floating state. The conversation was like a dream. But the various stories you hear seem to make many images flow in your head.

...Chao Khun in Rajpataen robes

...the face of the person standing and telling the story similar to tom Lying smiling next to me on a mat in a narrow room.

...Darkness surrounding the basement of the house. with the light from a small hole overhead

...The sound of crying coming from above....

...Image of myself prostrating on the floor

...What is this!!

"You don't remember anything, do you?"

"hair... ..."

"Sorry, I probably asked something that didn't make any sense."

"nevermind"

“Someone is coming. I must say goodbye." The thin figure turned to look at Palitchok.

"Where are you going"

"I don't know, even though my last days were in Bangkok. But my heart still returns to this area. And will I live with this loneliness for a long time?"

"And that Mr. Luck His soul..."

"He probably lost his karma and was reborn.....and probably doesn't remember anything anymore," the small figure answered the person lying down. Those eyes that looked at Palitchoke were filled with tears until they saw a sparkle.

“At least I have you who can see and hear what I say to relieve my suffering. May the blessings protect you to find only good things and have strong love forever.”

"Khun...wait...Khun Iss" Even though the storyteller didn't tell the exact name of who he is. But Palitchoke was aware of it.

The image of the person whose face looked like Issara standing there slowly faded. Palitchoke felt heavy-headed. His eyes are closed and he seems to be falling asleep again.

"P'Pek!" a loud voice called out, shaking the drunk man's chin to wake him up.

"Pooh! It's really difficult to wake up. What are you dreaming about? Make a sad sound, please."

"Khun Is"

"Is this still sober? Don't tell me you walked all the way here."

"Tom?"

"Oh, it's not Tom, where is the cat? ... Tom bought all the food. You can eat until evening. Let the housekeepers prepare the main building."

“It's cool here. Why isn't anyone here?"

"It's fine. But it's a long way from the building in front of the road. If Mom and Dad have guests coming to the house, they'll bring them to sit and eat while looking at the river view. If you like it, you can come sleep in this house the next day. At first, Tom saw that he wanted to travel in the city more. So let me sleep in a big building."

"Um," Palitchoke nodded his head and slowly rose from his rocking chair.

As he walked down from the house

"Tom, that.." Palitchoke nodded and asked about the thing he just noticed was tied to Issara's wrist.

"Is this a steering wheel? It's beautiful, right? Now the sellers are really good at making it. The work is neat and smells good. It's a little expensive, but they helped me buy it."

"Can you please?"

"Okay, okay," TomTom was surprised but took the steering wheel off his wrist and handed it to him.

Produce luck and receive a specially crafted garland. I looked and thought about something for a split second. So he told Issara.

"Tom, wait here for me just a moment. Just a moment."

"Doing what"

"Just a moment."

"Oh, yes, yes." Issara nodded miserably.

Palitchoke steps into the house again

Slender fingers gently caressed the window sill where Mr. Is was seen clinging a moment ago.

"Khun Is, I appreciate your love."

“I wish your soul to rest in peace. Be reborn and live a happy and fulfilling life. Healthy body Don't let any karma cause you to be lonely and tormented again."

"If we truly have good fortune for each other..."

The tall figure stood still and thought. Then he sat down on his knees. Looking up at the emptiness that looked like someone was standing there. One hand was still holding onto the window sill.

"Khun Is and Brother Chok will meet and love each other in every lifetime."

Palitchoke placed a garland on the window sill. A cool wind blew for a moment. The smell of the cooking water mixed with fragrant flowers spread everywhere. The curtains waved as if someone was happy and was set free to fly.

Suddenly, tears flowed.

Palitchoke walked down from the house. Smiling at Issara who was sitting on the stairs waiting with a frown on her face.

"P'Peck, what are you doing? Not even for a moment." Issara stood up and pursed her lips.

"I love you, Iss, the most."

TomTom's eyes widened in confusion. And then he was so embarrassed that his ears were red.

"Wow, what's so romantic right now?"

"I will love you every lifetime."

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhor.

Palitchoke smiled gently. Two hands grabbed Issara's shoulders and pulled her closer, then bent down to kiss her cheek softly.

The little man stood still, eyes closed. Hugging the tall waist Whisper softly in his ear in the same language.

"Khun Is will love Brother Chok in every life."

END

Writer: It's been a long time since I've disappeared. Busy but busy at work I hope readers will like this story. After work is finished, I'll try to find a story. Oh, I'll keep finding plots to write about. /// Please leave some comments. Let's stay friends ///