Hello, I'm "Na Maha Nakhon Si". I'm a new writer. Please practice thinking and writing through trial and error. Readers can criticize this short story as they please. I will listen to your criticisms and use them to improve in the future. Thank you for your criticism in advance.

The story "Santhaya Rumphueng" was created by taking a short story that I had written in a Thai language notebook and recomposing it to make it more enjoyable to read. It is a story about a conversation with musings and thoughts. Thinking of a young girl in a rice field and a young boy in a nearby city...

Even though we are very far apart

I plan to make two more sequels to this short story and will combine all three stories in the future. However, there may be changes that may occur in the future. I will inform you in the future (if I don't forget -_-). Thank you.

I would like to thank every reader. Those who come to read here as well.

thank you

Thank you for the cover image of this short story by my friend "Tham".

At this time, the sun cast a cool orange light across the sky, indicating that it would soon disappear. The rice fields turned green and became orange. The tops of the rice were blown by the wind like gentle waves of water.

In the middle of that field was an old banyan tree. On the swing with the rope hanging from the branch of the banyan tree There was a little girl sitting. She sat with her head bowed, her long black hair covering her face. But it couldn't be completely hidden. Her eyes were red and wet, both hands gripping the ropes on the swing. Her legs were long enough to allow her feet to rest on the ground, from her long eyes to her chin covered in long tear stains, her expression clearly showed that she was drowning in. suffering

She sat motionless on that swing... emotionless... lifeless... like she was dead... like sadness, loneliness, and distraction had taken over her mind and taken her down. Into the depths of mourning for Awon... Oh, the poor little girl...

Didn't know that there was a young boy. Secretly peeking out from far away...very far away...from the big city, the metropolis. That young man felt sadness...sorrow...sorrow...suffering... Emotionless...lifeless...the pain of a little girl. It floated from far away from him. It created "a feeling of remembrance."

Until the young boy's heart was suddenly shaken.

On top of a skyscraper in the midst of the chaos of a metropolis. Amidst the hustle and bustle of people with longing and distance, through the wind blowing across the balcony where the young boy stood contemplating, it created a "promise" in the young boy's heart of hope and hope. Faith that...

“I will go back to you. I'm going to return the mood to you. I will return to revive you, I will make you happy. I won't make you sad. I won't let you drown in suffering so you won't have to mourn Awon. No need for pain and suffering...I will go back!!!...back to Chingcha under the banyan tree in the middle of that rice field.

I must go back to her!!!”

"I promise!!!"

Tears flowed from the young boy's eyes... He spoke with the strength of hope and faith from his longing and lonely heart... but his voice could not be heard throughout the city. in this place, and no one could hear his voice because of the hurried and chaotic people in the city known as 'Never sleep'

No one would listen to the words of a young boy who was thinking about someone. Somewhere far away...it's a waste of their time and money...

Except in a place very far away from him. The poor little girl's voice of deep remembrance was heard. The little girl suddenly raised her head from her sorrow and pain and looked towards the horizon of the distant sky... before speaking with a heart that was now immersed in hope and faith. that...

"...Did you know..."

"...I am lonely..."

“...I am in pain and suffering...”

“...I'm sad...”

“...I mourn Avon...”

It's like she's about to cry again...

“...until I die!!!!!!!!!”

The little girl shouted loudly at the end of the sentence as if trying to vent her uncomfortable feelings...

“...It's been so long since I've suffered this feeling...”

And the little girl smiled under dried tears...

"...Come quickly..."

...She held back tears...before speaking the last sentence...

"...I beg you...don't break your promise..."

"...Crazy girl..."

Before the teardrops broke, the gnats flowed out, repeating the same pattern... But the crying this time was not because of loneliness and pain... but because hope and faith were far apart...

...And the little girl's smile made the little boy smile amidst the tears that were flowing... Their hearts told each other that they were embracing each other and consoling each other with thoughts and memories. Caring...even though both of their realities are far...very far from each other...(just like the heart lies and doesn't care about reality and follows only its own feelings)...whatever...