dear angel

opus... Chaos

At night...the moon shines softly and brightly. It seems like today is a special day, I don't know. I walked home like everyone does. The night was many years ago. But today I feel very different from other days. Both the feeling and the warm weather mixed with the coolness of the breeze blowing.

It made me feel happiness and sorrow mixed together as I walked that path. As I was feeling a strange emotion that I had never experienced before, there was a crunching sound...like a large object had fallen from a high place. and followed by the cry "Ouch!" of someone near the edge of the park next to the road I am quite a curious person.

So he walked towards the source of the sound. And I saw a boy Wear rather shabby clothes. Sitting with his hands on his ankles, wriggling, moaning softly in pain under a large tabaek tree. I saw this so I rushed to help. “Little brothers, is something wrong? Let me take a look.” I took the boy's hand from the ankle area he was holding.

and grabbed his ankle to see if the bone was broken, “Ouch! Gently.”

It must have been because I held on too hard that the child cried out. “Luckily no bones were broken. Your ankle must be sprained. And there were scratches....oh! This deep wound, stay still.” I was shocked by his wound. It couldn't be that deep, like a rock had hit it or something had made a hole. I took out a handkerchief from my pocket.

to bandage that child's wounds "Oh..the pink cloth," he said in a voice that was shaking probably from pain. But those words had a bit of humor in them. I didn't feel funny so I countered with a bit of sarcasm. “If you want to bleed to death You don't have to bandage it.” But I finished bandaging his wound to stop the bleeding and asked further, “Are you able to walk?” The boy nodded and extended his arm for me to help him up.

“Is it better to go to the hospital? The wound isn't very good..." I asked him with concern.

But he said to me “It's okay. Just take me to your house.”

“So where is home? ” And that was another question I asked him. He turned to look at me and said, “One word is a little. Two words are a little. What are you doing to decide our age? Do you know how old I am?” Those words made me very unhappy. What is it that you call a youngster? You have to speak in such an aggressive tone.

So I decided that He must be younger than me. Because those words were the words of children who spoke to each other, but my mouth answered, “I saw this little guy. So I called him Nong. And how old are you?”

He lowered his head to the ground and said, “Please take us home. It's already dark. Our house is on the right curve ahead,” he said in a tired voice. “Really? Go in the same direction as my house. It's good, let's take you to the house first, then I can walk you home yourself." "Oh! Can you walk slowly? Someone's hurt."

I must have dragged him and walked a bit too fast. “Sorry, sorry, it's okay if you're late.”

The atmosphere that used to have a cool breeze gradually disappeared. Only the moonlight remained, which still shone brighter than the stars in the sky at that time. The distance to walk to the curve of my house was about 200 meters. He saw that he could do it. I slowly helped him walk. On the way, I asked him: “Did you just move here? I've never seen your face before."

He raised his head and looked at me as if to say, "Younger again...You can stay." Something like that in my opinion. But there was one strange thing: his body smelled like the scent of grapes mixed with the scent of the morning sun, so I just casually spoke without wanting an answer. “What perfume are you using? It smells like grapes.” The distance we slowly walked together started to approach my house.

And when I reached the front door of my house “Ah...it's finally here. It almost hurts to death!” He said like that, which made me wonder. “Where are you? This is your house.” He slowly removed his hand from mine. and walked on his toes and clung to the gate post of my house. “It's your house. It's not our home.” What he said was true, but I asked him, “It's my house. And where is your little one's house?"

He replied in a sad voice, “We don't have any houses here. Can we stay at your house for the night or not?” What? Why is this? I don't know who, anywhere, will come to sleep at my house.

Personally, I don't have a problem. But the problem is that my mother used to be a very strict person in the palace. Bringing a person without head and toe into the house would definitely not be a good thing! Actually, I don't want to think about him. He's a man who doesn't have any head or toes. But I don't know what to compare it to, wearing shabby clothes like that.

It's like a kid selling garland on the street. "What do you say? You can't be quiet for a long time," he reminded me, waiting for an answer. I don't know how to decide? Will it be good or not? However, he made the effort to help him reach the house. Plus his feet hurt. What is the point of driving him away?

So I allowed him to enter the house first.

My house is a medium sized house, not very large. I live with my mother and a Dalmatian named Black. My father passed away 5 years ago in a car accident. There is a small lawn around the house. There are large trees all around. On the edge of the lawn near the mango tree is a bench that looks like a swing with a roof.

This is my favorite area.

I helped him up so he could come into the house to dress his wound first. But he said to me “You don't have to go into the house. You can help us to the bench.” I listened to that and then asked him, “Surely you won't get in? The weather is cold.” His younger brother nodded as usual and replied, “Of course…you don't have to worry. Oh, it hurts again.” Oh, I forgot!

His foot still has a wound. “You wait here. I'll go get the medicine box for you.” I hurriedly ran into the house to get the first aid box for him. It's strange why my mother went to bed early today. Normally, they always wait for me to come back. Black fell asleep and didn't bark like usual. I entered the house and quickly put down my bag. Grab the first aid kit, a blanket, and some milk and snacks. “It has arrived...it has arrived...

I brought a blanket for you in case you're cold and some snacks in case you're hungry." "Thank you very much for bringing me blankets and snacks. But I'd be even more grateful if I didn't call you Nong.” I thought to myself, this guy's face is young, his skin is white, his body is small, and his speech is like a child's. Or so the women said.

Calling him and him would be appropriate. They seem close too. Well, since he doesn't like it. I could just call him a friend. “Sorry, I forgot. Let me take a look at your wound. Let us help you heal the wound.” “No need to, it's already late. You go get some rest. We can only do a little ourselves.” What's with the wound being so deep and bleeding?

Plus, when they told me to go to the hospital, I didn't believe them. He also said he could heal the wound himself. “How can I do it? Can I do it?” I asked, confirming my intention of wanting to heal the wound. “Go get some rest. You can do it!” His voice was stubborn and commanding. I didn't want to offend him anymore, so I said, "As you wish," and then I went into the house to take a shower and get dressed.

I lay down on the comfortable bed, exhausted. Probably because he had brought him so far. While lying down, I thought Who is his younger brother? Where is home? Where did he buy the perfume he uses? The smell was strange. And I had walked a long way and still didn't know his name. Why didn't I ask? I think of many different stories.

Until I fell asleep and didn't know when. I woke up again to the sound of Black barking. Heard the sound of heavy rain A strong wind was blowing like a storm was approaching. I woke up in a daze, rubbing my eyes, looking at the clock, was it already 2 am? Then I looked at the window. Makes you conscious and think "I'm going to die!" What will happen to him? It's raining this heavily,” I exclaimed to myself.

Then I jumped off the bed, put on my robe, grabbed my umbrella, and freed Black, who was barking, from his chain. I still hadn't freed myself from the chains that bound Black. He dragged me out to a bench near the mango tree. The rain was so heavy that the benches were only faintly visible. I still hadn't seen a picture of anything near the bench, but my mouth shouted out, “

Come on, let's go to our house first. It's raining heavily, or you're going to get sick.” When I walked closer to the bench, I couldn't find his body. Only the blanket was left. Medicine box wet with raindrops And there's another thing: a small silver ring. The head of the ring was a large red gem. This is likely a ruby ​​or garnet.

fell on the floor of the bench How did it get here? So where did he go? Maybe this ring is a thing. I have to take it back. But...where will I return it?

After that day, more than 2 years have passed. I still keep that ring on me at all times. In case one day there might be a chance to meet that child again. I gave him back the ring that I thought was his, but I didn't wear it. It was very small, so I kept it as a pendant around my neck.

At that time, I was already in my 21st year, but due to my rather flirtatious nature, I kept finding girls around school to flirt with. Until I met a young woman named A. She was very beautiful, sharp eyes, bow-shaped eyebrows, beautiful hair, white skin, and a good personality. I don't know how to describe it. Let's just say

She was a Benjakalyani, in my opinion. We had been friends for 2 months. One day, I invited her to eat near the shrine and told her, “We've been together for 2 months now. Do you want to be my boyfriend or girlfriend?” His younger sister smiled and said, “Just 2 months. We don't know each other very well yet. It's better to be friends first, P'Om."

His younger brother said something like that which made me feel stunned and sad for a while. It wanted to cry but couldn't. For a moment while I was in the mood Blinded by love Didn't pay any attention to the surroundings. His younger brother asked me strangely, "P'Om, next month we'll be graduating. A, please give me the ring back."

I was confused by what he was asking, so I asked further: “What kind of ring is this? Have you ever given me an A?” She smiled and said, “If you can't remember, that's okay. You can take it back later. Really dead! It's already six o'clock. I'd like to go home first. If there is a chance, we will probably meet again.” She smiled, raised her hand to greet me and walked away.

I walked home like every night. As I walked through the park, I thought about the incident two years ago. Every time, I held my hand tightly on that ring pendant. And thinking of some things that A had said, she asked for the ring back....or was it this ring? But how did she know I had this ring? Only me and my four-legged friend know.

I never told anyone about this, not even my mother. Black probably couldn't tell anyone either.

How do you know? Even if she knew, it probably wouldn't be hers. The ring belonged to that child. But he probably knew A and asked A to take it back. I'm such a fool. Why did I just realize this now?

I plan to go into A's school tomorrow. Ask A to know about the ring. But when that time came...A wasn't here. She didn't come to school. I asked Tan and Kong, close friends of A. Why didn't you come today? Both of them answered. They don't have a friend named A. It made me confused again.

But I don't give in to my efforts and people still ask. Her other friends, but everyone answered that they didn't know each other. Oh! What, who was the person I dined with yesterday?

When I graduated with a vocational certificate, I went up to study at Suan Dusit. I rented a dormitory and stayed with 3 friends named Chit, Aek, and Lek. We studied at the same faculty in the same place. Wherever we go, we always go together. Until the day we graduate My mother came up from Phetchaburi to congratulate me.

That my mother's beloved child is a new graduate. I recommend my friends I let my mother know and asked her permission to go celebrate with friends in the area.

RCA

My friend and I told my mother that we would take Chit's car. Because his mother just gave it away as a graduation gift and my mother allowed it.

We had so much fun celebrating that my friends and I were all 4 drunk, but I felt like I was the least tipsy. Aichit, the owner of the car, told me that

"Iom..can you drive? I can't. Please drive." Chit handed me the car keys. But I refused Because I don't know how to drive. And there was no one who could drive except Chao Chit alone. My friend Chit drove the car. Drunk like that I felt tired enough to fall asleep when my head hit the car seat. Come feel it again.

I saw a white light shining in front of me. There was cordage everywhere. and saw a beautiful woman wearing a white hat walk beside me with old women Who was crying, “Oh, are you awake? The mother thought she was going to lose her child. Huh....huh.....”

My mother cried with joy or sadness, I don't know.

“Luckily, my head was just broken. And there were a few bruises. Waiting for brain x-ray results first. And you can probably go home,” the beautiful nurse told me. At that time, I had a headache and couldn't think of anything. I remember going on a trip.

RCA

with friends and then came here

I asked my mother, “Mom, what about Chit, Ake, and Lek?” When she heard that, she burst into tears. The beautiful nurse returned the favor. “There was a woman with long hair and a pink dress who carried your blood-soaked body here. As for your friend, the news is reporting right now. All three died on the spot.

You're very lucky, you only had a few bruises and a broken head. Plus, someone else came to help me.” I was curious about the person who saved my life, so I asked the nurse, “What is the name of the person who saved me?”

“I don't know. She didn't inform me. She dropped you off and walked away smelling like grapes,” the nurse replied, laughing at her words.

After I recovered I also attended the funerals of three friends in different places. The relatives of my friends who died said that I am a meritorious person. It's still a long time away. Unlike the 3 friends, their lives were short and they left each other first. But I am concerned about one person. is Chit's grandmother His grandmother came to tell me that “My grandchild... you are a good person. Grandchild used to help him.

So he helped his grandchild in return.” When have I ever helped someone? I really can't imagine.

Three years later, I opened a company that specialized in medicinal herbs and beauty products. My career was very prosperous. But I still don't have a family with him. It's probably because of old flirtatious habits. It's mine that I still can't quit. I have many boyfriends but I have never seriously considered any of them. But there is one person that I still love very much and has not changed, namely Nong A.

At my company there is the daughter of one of my subordinates. She is a cute girl. About 6-7 years old, her name is Nong Wun. I love her like one of my daughters.

Nong Wun looks just like any other child. But one day, Nong Wun Tell me about your dream.

“Uncle, last night Nong Wun dreamed that There is a woman wearing a pink dress. I fell from a tree and broke my leg.”

“And why, child?” I asked.

“He asked Nong Wun to take him home.”

“Then when I sent him home He said he doesn't have a house, right?" I joked with Nong Wun about my past events. which does not happen to women But it happened to a little man.

And I was shocked. When Nong Wun continued to say,

“He told Nong Wun that Tomorrow night, have Uncle take the ring that Uncle is hanging around his neck and return to him.” What! How did this kid know that I had a ring hanging around my neck?

“Chief! Boss! I would like to take my daughter home first,” said my subordinate, who is Nong Wun's father. At that time, I was pale and helpless. Can't answer. He only waved his hand to signal. You can go...take it...please... Something like that Before going, Nong Wun said that “Uncle, don't forget. He'll wait a long time. Hello, Uncle.”

That evening I drove back to Phetchaburi. Returning to my old house before I went to study in Bangkok. My aunt came to stay with my mother at that house because Black was no longer there. It probably went to live with my father's friend. The next day felt like it would be the 15th day of the waxing moon, full moon.

I didn't go to the candlelight procession with my mother and aunt. Because they are busy looking at customers' product accounts from morning until late at night. Doorbell...doorbell..someone is ringing the doorbell in front of the gate. Because I'm probably stressed out with my accounting work. So I forgot about Nong Wun.

I walked down and opened the door myself. because everyone is asleep At that time it felt like it was around midnight. I felt like that. But to be sure, look at the watch on your wrist. It was really midnight. When I opened the door, what I saw in front of me was a woman with long hair and white skin.

Wear pink clothes and hold an umbrella of the same color as your clothes. That woman was none other than the person I once knew. The person I used to like, A.

"Oh, really? Oh, that's true. How did it come about? Where have you gone?" As I asked, there was a smell that I had experienced once before. Let's kick the nose again. It's the smell of grapes mixed with the morning sun. A smiled politely and looked soft. and said to me

“A, come get it back.” She extended her left hand and wiggled her ring finger. I immediately knew what she wanted? I reached for the chain and removed a beautiful silver ruby ​​ring from the chain and placed it on her ring finger. She wore it just right. Then she shed tears and gently kissed my cheek. She said something strange, like I had heard it somewhere before. “Oh...

We have something to return to you.” She pulled something out of her pocket. She held it in her hand and said to me, “Open your hand.”

I couldn't believe my eyes. The thing she gave me was my pink handkerchief. When I bandaged the wound of the child I had helped almost 7 years ago, she hugged me and whispered in my ear, “If we didn't get you to help us that day, You probably won't have it today. And we probably wouldn't have either.”

I have met the owner of the ring that I have always kept. He is the person I love. The person who saved my life I have given it back to him.

The atmosphere is getting colder. The moonlight was starting to get brighter. I felt the coolness and warmth mingling again like before.

“It's time to go. We may have a chance to meet again, Om,” she said.

I said hold her back. “Can't you go?” But the young woman slowly said, Walk further away from me...farther.... I feel sorry Can't walk but My lips and eyes still feel She wore pink clothes and walked with a pink umbrella in the moonlight. Then turned around and asked me again. “My name is not A.

You've been wanting to know my name for a long time now. Aren't you going to ask?” That's right, what I wanted to ask but didn't. Now that opportunity had come, I had to know. I opened my mouth with a trembling sound of excitement.

“What is your name?” The woman I used to call A said in a sad voice, looking up at the moon that was shining beautifully at that moment.

“Men know me as Goddess Sobiah Angel Guide"

She smiled and disappeared into the cold mist. And that was the last time I saw her smile. The last time I heard her voice The last time I saw her And another thing is Made me know the answer to why that child That's why I don't like being called Nong. Because she is older than all of us on Earth. She will never die

After that, every night I just stared at the moon. I hope you'll come back and guide me home again.