Some people only come into our lives for a short period of time.

To create good memories between each other

To give warmth to the other person's heart

and parted with a big smile.

Even though I know...that we probably won't have the chance to meet again.

"A Silent Farewell"

Record the story of 'her' who met 'him'.

Memories and good feelings that form in a short period of time.

**One episode finished**

I sat and watched the plane take off into the sky. and flew back down again and again Then an idea appeared in his head. I told my father who was sitting next to me.

“If I work here and watch the planes take off and land every day But I never had a chance to sit on one of those planes... Will I get discouraged?”

Dad turned and looked at me once. before looking out at a white plane taking off in the sky

“It might be a fight...it might make him work harder. So that one day he can be on that plane.”

I followed the white plane flying in the sky. That big plane slowly It shrunk until it became a black spot. As usual, I waved at the plane. It's like saying goodbye. and tell that plane good luck

“It's time, let's go.”

My father's voice called me back to my senses. I followed my father to the gate. I'm going on a trip with my family. But we didn't go by ourselves. We bought a tour. Mom chooses the cheapest tour. My brother and I didn't object. Just agree to come along and that's it...

'You want to buy a tour? You can go yourself, it's easy to die!'

'If you go on a tour, you have to wait! What fun! There are only old people!'

The voices of my friends echoed in my head again. After I told them I was going on a tour, I calmed down and stopped all thoughts. Whatever will happen will happen. It might be better than you think. I gently comforted myself against the pitch-black sky. I slowly closed my eyes, letting those distracting thoughts fade away.

I opened my eyes again and saw that we had reached our destination. I went to pick up my bag. And walked out to wait for the other tour members outside. The friendly tour guide's voice sounded not far away.

“Wait, put your bag here. Then please go to the bathroom first.”

Leading the others to their chairs, I opened my bag to get my toothbrush out. And then I had to stop. Because in front of me there was someone sitting. He was wearing a black long-sleeved t-shirt. Clean appearance He shook off the bangs that were in his face. Before he smiled faintly in my direction, he smiled in my direction!

'who?'

The first thought that popped into my head We don't know each other. Besides, he's definitely not a tour member. I remember other tour members!

I frowned back at him. He seemed to realize that he looked away from me and looked at the ground instead. I decided to drag my small bag to the other side.

'scary...'

My second thought wasn't just in my head. But it shows on the face as well.

My mother, who was standing next to me, nudged me and asked me what was wrong. I shook my head at Mom. Before walking mom to wash her face and brush her teeth in the bathroom. I walked out last and that 'him' was still sitting!

'Probably a tourist too?'

I keep thinking Before the tour guide turned to count the number of tour guests. Then he called me to drag my bag and follow him to the bus outside. I followed the guide. I didn't care about the person following behind me...

'Why did he follow me?!'

I walked faster to keep up with the guide. and to escape him When I realized that the person behind me wasn't following me, I was relieved. He probably just happened to be walking in the same direction as me.

All the large, colorful bags were packed onto the bus. Tourists gradually boarded the bus. Except for me and my father, who were still standing in the same place.

“Take a photo of Dad and Uncle…” Dad said and then used sign language to talk with Uncle Driver. I pretend to press the shutter. That's why Uncle understood that Dad wanted to take a photo with him. I took several photos of my father and uncle together. I bowed my head to say thank you. Dad boarded the bus with a smile that made his cheeks burst. Then I heard a man's voice say thank you in Uncle's language.

“Arigato gozaimasu.”

'Who? You're so good?' At the time, I thought it was another tour member, but it wasn't...

It was 'him' the man who smiled at me at the airport. And he followed me onto the bus!

‘What?!’ I was unconscious. He hurriedly walked over and sat next to his brother who was already waiting.

“Do you want to sit by the window?” my brother asked me. I shook my head and didn't answer. Too busy thinking about the man in front of him who is now standing next to the tour guide. Standing next to the tour guide?!

“Hello, I'll let the young man next to me introduce himself first.” The tour guide handed the microphone to the young man standing.

“Hello, my name is 'Ton'. I'm here. Be a local guide will help take care of this trip. You can tell me anything.” . It was probably because of the loud applause from the tour members. He smiled so wide that his two eyes squinted into a straight line. He handed the microphone back to the tour guide next to him and sat down in the front seat.

The tour guide recommends various places that we will go. But everything the guide said didn't enter my head at all. He's not a tourist. He's not a psychopath. and he smiles at me Because I am a tour child that he has to take care of!

I slapped my forehead over and over again. Is this embarrassing? I think what he's thinking... Where can I get it!

“Water?” came the voice of a man named ‘Ton’ next to me.

I turned around, causing me to make eye contact with him! He bent down to hand me a water bottle. I took the water bottle. Then he nodded lightly as a thank you. He smiled a little and then went to hand out water to the other tour students.

I still don't dare say the word thank you! I was so embarrassed I almost broke into the ground and ran away!

One day passed quickly. We got off the bus in a hurry. and hurriedly boarded the bus Because we had to stop at many places in a limited amount of time, many aunties and elders had to run a marathon back to the bus.

I look at them and can't help but think of when I was a kid on school field trips. My friends and I used to run up to the car with our faces wide awake. and often got scolded by teachers

The teacher always checks our names as the last group before getting off the bus. The person named Ton has the same job as the teacher. Count the number of tour passengers to see if they are complete or not. Then give a signal that you can get out of the car.

I got up and waited for my parents in the car. The two of them invited each other to buy ice cream at a small shop across the street. I, who was thinking about dinner, was startled when someone called my name.

“Nong Ing?”

"yes?"

I replied without thinking about who was calling. As I turned towards the voice, a person named Ton was looking in my direction. I looked back at him. It's like time stopped for a moment. Then time began to move again as the tour guide smiled. Then turned and told me

"Mom called me...to help me eat ice cream."

I nodded to the guide. Then hurriedly walked off the bus. Mom handed me ice cream. “Please eat. Mom can't eat anymore."

I received the ice cream in my hand from my mother. What happened just now? I'm over twenty years old. I've grown this much. Instead, the man called...

'Nong Ing', his voice still resounds in my head.

I followed my mother onto the bus, still confused by the events just now. The hot head had to be cooled down with a cold popsicle, so I took a big bite of the popsicle, causing both cheeks to puff out like a squirrel's. Stock up on food in the winter. And then something else happened...

When he was counting the number of tourists, he turned towards me. The two of us made eye contact. I quickly used the one hand that wasn't holding the ice cream to tightly cover my mouth. In order to prevent him from seeing the state of me stocking food in my mouth, but it must have been too late because I saw that he was secretly smiling! While turning around to count the number of tour buses behind...

It's embarrassing again. Yay Ing...

A bright new morning We wake up according to the schedule of six, seven, eight, that is, we wake up at six o'clock. Eat at seven o'clock and the bus leaves at eight o'clock It's an easy table to remember. And it worked very well. We were all on the bus at 8:30 p.m. It was a little late because of the large number of people. But it didn't slow down our travel schedule at all.

We stopped by a market. There are many tourists traveling here. I determined to walk out of the car and follow the tour guide. Because the tour guide said he would take us to take beautiful photos, but then had to stop when the person next to me said...

“Mom, I want to go to the bathroom,” Mom said, looking left and right. I looked everywhere, but still couldn't find the bathroom. The father who followed Tell me to ask the guide. But the tour guide had already walked away. There's only...that person left.

He wore a light green long-sleeved t-shirt and jeans, casual but handsome. It's probably because he's tall. Even if you wear anything, it looks good. I quickly shook this thought away. Because the person I'm criticizing is the way he dresses. Walking far away from me I hurriedly followed him. But I still didn't dare call him by his name.

It's been two days since I visited here. But I still don't dare call his name. I didn't dare ask him. I chose to ask the tour guide instead. Probably because of an embarrassing incident at the airport. And still when mom calls me to go eat ice cream? I've been avoiding him all this time.

But then I finally had to talk to him. I took a deep breath before saying my first sentence to him...

"P'Ton...is there a bathroom around here?"

The person called 'Elder' turned and looked at me. He was stunned for a moment. before nodding nervously and walking my mother into the bathroom.

'The first thing I said to him was asking where the bathroom was,' I thought to myself, holding my head in my hands. Then lightly shake your head at yourself. Is there anything more embarrassing than this...

After shopping to your heart's content The kind-hearted tour guide took us to a temple. There are both tourists and local people who come to pay respects I prayed for blessings by following the people next to me.

As I was glancing at the people next to me, someone walked past me quickly. He went straight to the dark brown cabinet that contained hundreds of drawers. He doesn't mince words. Pick up the stick from the barrel. Find the number on that wooden cabinet. Then he took out a piece of paper from the drawer. And then I found out that he was taking a risk!

I walked towards him without hesitation. Along with asking,

“Do you want to take a risk?”

"yes"

“Can you please teach me?”

“I'll help you in a moment,” he nodded, stepping behind him. To make it easier for me to pick up the wood from that barrel. I picked it up just like he did. I looked down at the stick in my hand. And found that there were no numbers on the Siamese stick, only lines written on the long stick.

I turned to him for help. He took the Siamese stick from my hand. His eyes followed the drawers. Then he muttered to himself.

“Number nineteen…”

He took out a piece of paper from one of the drawers. then handed it towards me

“Thank you.” I accepted the fortune teller excitedly. But then I had to look up at him again. Because I...can't read it.

He took my prediction sheet. Then I stood and read for a while. Compare that, compare this. And then he said...

“Good.” He smiled slightly before walking away.

There are many letters in the prediction sheet! But he only translated it as 'good'.

I shook my head and put the divination slip into my pocket. I can go find the translation myself!

I may be in the minority of women who don't really like shopping. I let my mother, father, brother and other tour children browse the store to their hearts' content. I separated myself from the chaos in that store. Then stand outside and look at the atmosphere of the country of the people here. While I was enjoying watching birds in the trees That person's voice rang out.

"Aren't you going to buy anything?"

“No,” I replied. Then turned and looked the other way. So that he wouldn't ask me further...

“There are two of us together?”

I turned to him confused and saw that I was with my parents. And there will be another brother. Still going to ask how many people are coming? Are you sure you're here to take care of the tour kids? I put all those thoughts away. and answered him in a calm voice.

“There are four of us.”

He smiled and nodded as if he understood. We've seen each other for three days. Don't you still know that I'm with my family? Or is it because they don't care?

“Is there anywhere you want to go?” he asked, looking at me. I nod in response. Then show him the picture.

“How many times have you come here?”

“First time.”

“Going here might be a bit difficult. You can try and see. But definitely lost.”

“Oh?” I blurted out after listening to him. He laughed at my nonsense.

“Actually, I'm already lost, but you can ask other people for directions.”

“What if you can't speak the language of the people here?”

“The harder it is…” I started to give up. But then I turned to ask the person next to me. who seemed friendlier than the first day we met

“And Brother Ton, have you ever been there?”

“I used to go near that area, but I still had to ask for directions when I went,” he said, then turned to look at me.

“Even though I know the language I still can't hear him very well."

“Oh?” I blurted out again after he finished speaking.

“Really,” he laughed at himself for still not understanding the people here, even though he had been here for many years. I myself laughed at him. Because he answered honestly and honestly.

We talked for a while. Before my mother called me to eat the fruit she just bought. I bowed my head to him as if to excuse myself first. He smiled at me and nodded his head in response.

I walked towards my mother who was waiting not far away. As for him, he walked back to the other tour members. who are still buying things in the store...

The four-day, three-night trip ended quickly, both fun and tiring, but it was well worth it. We arrived at the airport early in the morning to check in. I walked up to the counter with my family. We were hunkered down with the weight of our bags. for fear that the weight would exceed the airline's limit

“All right,” the employee's voice said. She smiled a bright smile. along with returning my passport to me I smiled at her once. before walking to join other tour guests at the entrance for departing passengers.

“We'll meet at gate twenty-two. Let's eat something, okay?" P'Guide said and turned to P'Ton who was standing. He nodded as if he knew it was his turn to say something.

“I'll be back in a moment. I probably won't be able to send everyone to Thailand.” When they heard him say that, the aunties laughed a lot. He smiled widely and continued.

“If there's something I didn't do well, I'm sorry too.” He raised his hand to greet the aunts before tightening his black backpack. Then walked out of the airport.

I watched his back slowly drift away, like that plane that had flown up into the sky until it had become a tiny speck.

My hand rose automatically. It waved slowly like I waved at that plane. But one thing I forgot to think about is He's not just a plane heading to his destination!

He turned around. and found that I was waving at him. My hand froze in the air. I looked at my hands. Then a voice sounded in his heart.

'Embarrassed until the last second...'

I mustered up all my courage and looked up. I was about to open my mouth to explain. But every excuse I had in mind quickly faded as I found him standing there. smiling at me He waved his hand in my direction. Along with walking backwards and forwards.

I gave him a goofy smile before waving my hand like usual.

It's like saying goodbye. and tell that person good luck

Thank you to all readers.

It is my first time writing a short story. Still not sure if it qualifies as a short story or not. It is in the style of recording the story of one person.

But it's my first time writing a narrative...

We accept all criticism. and will improve my writing. Thank you.