Dear reader...(Hui Jakji)

We intend to write this article in the form of a short novel. By (expecting) hoping that everyone will have fun with every story.

And of course, it's a short story.

Therefore, the content of each story has no overlap, any connection, and no sequels.

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PICHA:

Picha

“Is this bicycle still usable? It's already twenty years old.”

“Not anymore.”

“Then why did you take it out and clean it?”

In case the owner comes to get it back...

Yes, I answered in my heart like that even though it happened in the past. 15 years since this car was parked at my house, I have always taken good care of it. Never ridden and never let anyone touch it. I thought for fun that if he found out, I would get punched in the forehead like when I was a kid. When it is a used item and not a pet

“Baam,” I closed my lips that were accidentally smiling and looked up at my friend. “Do you still hope for him to come back?”

“No,” I answered indifferently, “My personality is just that I like to take care of things. It's like the book you gave me. I wrapped it in plastic and stuffed it nicely into the cabinet.”

“I let you read it. I didn't let you keep it.”

“Huh…” I laughed softly through my throat and used a sponge to absorb the foam until it was gone.

“In this life, he probably won't come back. Even Hong Kong and Thailand aren't that far apart. But don't forget that since he sold the house, there's no reason for him to ever set foot here again.”

“I...know.” I lightly squirted water into the spokes of the wheel. “I was able to think of this matter in the first three months.”

“But no.

Move on”

“If not

Move on

How can I live my life up to this day? Think about it.”

“Shit, it's all wet! What are you going to do with the injection?”

I pretended to cover the water hole at the end of the hose with my finger and raised it so high that it actually splashed the talkative man in front of me. It's a way of avoiding because I don't want to hear anything else about this, whether it's comforting words, pretending, deceiving it or deceiving myself, it all gets to me.

“Come into the house.”

"No, I'm wet and I better go home."

"It's good, you don't waste rice and water" really. I just don't want him to help revive the old story: "Walk carefully and don't let the barking dog annoy you."

"Oh, you're not going to worry about me one bit."

"canny"

“Not a dog! meet tomorrow"

I came back into the house and plopped down on the sofa and sighed. Every friend's words still echoed in my head until now. Yes, I told him that I thought about it in the first three months, it's true. But it says I don't.

Moveon

It's true again, I know, I know everything, but I can never get over it. No, I've never done it.

Jackson is the only name I accept to be called because I hate his other name. I have never remembered and erased it from my brain for a long time. That made me lose him, the name that made us be this far apart A name that only his Hong Kong father calls, I hate it.

“When will this brat walk around like this? When will he get home?”

“Yum, come to Yiak Piao.” I stretched my arms all the way out and hit the tall man in the leg with the strength of an ant.

“So fierce.”

"Yum, come and catch me, I'll beat you to the man too."

"Oh wow, you can call Superman too? Please call me to take a look. I want to see."

“Yayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy

I turned around and ran in the other direction before everything wanted to stop. My body was shaking. I must have been thrown off somewhere and the wind was so strong that I could float.

Superman has come and he...is greeting me.

"small! Don't fall asleep, little one!!!”

"Did you see...Chubman?"

“I see, I see a talented person, but there is no need to call him again.”

"no? Brother Guo.”

"Yes, I'm afraid. Very afraid. Don't call me again."

“Oh, I can.”

That was the first time I had seen him. That day the wind was a big car that passed in front of me for a split second and the Superman I saw was the only one there. The person who was able to grab me in time without causing the speed to carry me away.

“Jack, let's go back today.” A woman with pigtails placed her books in the basket in front of the car. It's where it's always been for my snacks.

"Sorry, we have to wait to pick up our younger sibling." I stood aside. Listen for conversations that you can't hear well.

“Ah, what should I do? Today, my father can't come to pick me up. We don't want to ride a tricycle. Jack knew he would die if he drove too fast.”

“Bam” and I was finally caught by his sharp eyes, “I'm done, why don't you hurry up and come? Why do you have to wait?”

“Well, I saw you talking to a friend,” I bowed my head and replied.

“Oh, my friend wants to come back too.” I quickly put my hand on the seat. For me at that time, it must have been due to jealousy. I started to feel like this from the front basket and this bike was only my space. hair snack basket My cyclist's seat is mine. Yes, Mr. Jackson is my cyclist...

“Little one,” Jack took my hand from the seat and pulled it hard until I was standing in front of him. “Turn around.”

I did as I was told, but soon my body was lifted up by two hands under my armpits until I was floating and placed on the rounded end of the cushion, dangerously close to the person holding me.

“Can I sit?” Brother Jack leaned back a little, keeping both legs on the ground to prevent the bike from falling. “Hold your hand here, don't be tense.”

"I'm afraid"

"Don't be afraid. You're so close, why are you afraid?" After speaking to me, Jack turned and told the woman to get in the car together.

"Nong's cushion"

I moaned in a low voice in front of the cyclists in a small area called the special seat. I don't know if Jack heard it or not, but I felt like I was in his arms all the time.

The distance is not far if it goes straight to our house, but today we had to deviate from the route because of another passenger. It took longer than before and the constant wind hitting my face made me unable to open my eyes even though I had just woken up from a nap.

I removed one hand from the bike's stem and grabbed the cyclist's arm, tilting my head slightly so that the conversation could be heard.

“Are you almost there yet, little sleepyhead?”

"The alley ahead is your brother's house. Please be patient. I don't want to drive fast."

"But I'm sleepy." Actually, I didn't dare to move much because I was afraid the car would lose control, but right now my body was so irritated.

“Lean on over to me,” Brother Jack bent over and spoke in my ear while his eyes were still looking at the road.

"You didn't fall, right? You couldn't catch it," I said as I leaned over, my hands getting further and further away from the bike's stem.

“You won't fall, trust me.” I slowly let go of the iron railing and leaned on the strong chest and I felt comfortable. My face was resting on my left shoulder and my soft belly had my forearms hugging me again. Floor like a seat belt

I don't have to be afraid of anything...

“Why do you think about it again?” I closed my eyes slowly, expelling the clear water. When it went all the way out, he slowly raised his hand to wipe again. There are many stories in my memory that I don't have to dig deep to be able to see. Everything is still swirling around me even though there are new stories. To face it, there hasn't been a moment that made his story any less clear.

"Hoy!"

I parked my old bicycle in the sun for a while to help reduce humidity in the small crevices that I couldn't wipe. At least it might prevent some rust and I thought I should put it in at some point but...

It disappeared

“Bom, where are you taking my car?” I shouted angrily at the other end of the line.

[What are you doing? I'm stopping by to buy eggs for my mother.]

“Where is my bicycle?!”

[Am I going to find out about you? You damn bastard hasn't even let me help you clean it. Who else is going to want to touch your stuff?]

disappear...

I didn't care about the phone that had fallen from my hand onto the grass. All I could do was stare blankly, my legs not moving and my mind blank. Where had it gone? How could it have disappeared? And tears began to flow down again.

Ring...ring ring

“Is this...your bicycle?” I hurriedly turned around at the sound. A dignified man with clothes that didn't match the Thai weather sat astride a bicycle that was smaller than his size. But his face...

“Brother Jack...”

“Still as small as ever.” A smile that I haven't had in a long time. Eyes that haven't always been seen 15 years are being sent to me and it's like pulling up all the stories I've tried my whole life not to think about in my head again.

The hand that had protected me gently slapped the cushion. I watched it slowly move through the curtain of tears. Follow the call

Bang!!!

“Get out of my car now, who gave you permission to ride it?”

"Nong Bam"

“You don't have to call my name. I don't know you.” I turned my eyes away from the person who was rising from the ground because of the force of the push. “Whichever way you come, go back that way. This is Thailand, not Hong Kong. Go back to your place.”

"I don't know. Why do I know you're in Hong Kong?" He looked at me and picked up the bicycle and parked it as before. "Until I came back, I had to be kicked out like this, or it wasn't like I thought it would be." That voice cut me off.

“If it's so difficult to come back, then why come back?” I charged at him again, not caring that I was smaller. “There is no home here, you have nothing that belongs to you, go back, go! Ah, let go!”

“Little Bam,” I tilted my head to avoid the voice calling in my ear. Inside my locked arms, I couldn't move anywhere. “I'm sorry, I'm sorry for making you wait.”

“I never waited for you for a day.”

What can I do to keep my tears from dripping onto my forearm? I want to wipe them away right away, but I can't do anything when I'm in the embrace of the person behind me.

“But I'm waiting,” the person said, resting his chin on my shoulder until our faces were close and I had no way to escape, “I want to come back to you. I want to know how you are. Are you okay? Is anyone teasing you at school?"

"vigorous..."

“Why don't you eat more rice? Please.” His forearm tightened his hair closer to the other person's chest than before. “If you don't hold on until now, the wind will blow you away.”

"...vigorous"

“If we are only as far apart as Asoke and Nana, you will come to see us every day. If we are only as far as Don Mueang Rama II, you will come to see us every week. If we were only away from Rangsit Yala, he would come see us every month.”

“Do you miss me?”

"vigorous..."

“Do you miss me?”

I miss you, I miss you so much. There isn't a day that goes by that I don't think of you. I yelled like this in my heart but shook my head instead of answering.

“That's terrible.” His arms slowly eased away from me. When I was free, I quickly wiped away the tears before anyone else saw. “Not at all like I thought.”

“When are you going back?” the first question came out as I held back my tone to sound normal.

It's what I fear...

If he knew I was waiting If he knew I missed him if I turned around to receive that hug. Will I have to lose it again? That's what's scarier than ever.

Met to say goodbye...

“Next week”

I said that...

I closed my eyes to prevent the water from inside from gushing out again.

I'm glad to see you. I'm glad to receive your warmth again. But I'm an adult. I'm old enough to be alone.

“The new owner of the old house refused to sell it back, which is a pity.”

“Yes?” I turned to him again as a new topic of conversation began.

"Father asked me to come and talk to him again in case he agrees. We don't have a house in Thailand and it would be inconvenient to do anything."

“What do you mean?”

“It means that you have to go back. If you can find a new place to live, then come back.”

"Come back...? How do you come back?"

“You have enough to have a good house. Do you recommend it? But if you get an old bedroom that you used to sleep in often? It's great that the teddy bear that a mischievous kid gave to my older brother also came with it. It would be nice if it could go back to being placed on a familiar bed. I don't know if the previous owner would miss it or not. But I think he misses his original owner just like me.”

"Brother Jack, hehe...are you really going to come back and stay here?"

“Is your room still available? If not, then I'll probably have to go back.” A slender finger pointed at the suitcase under the tree. I hadn't noticed that it had been there since. It was so big it looked like everything I had was in it. “Carry it back to Hong Kong as usual.”

“Free,” I hurriedly replied almost as soon as I heard the word Hong Kong. Rivers of tears continued to flow and I wouldn't have held them back if I hadn't thought of it myself. If what I heard is correct, he will come back to live with me, right? Just have a house. He won't go anywhere again, right? “My sister's room is empty. The living room was empty.

The kitchen is empty, the living room, storage room, hehe... I miss you."

“I thought I'd never hear that word again.”

I lowered my head to his broad shoulders and Jack's embrace was still as warm as before. Every touch remains the same. “Don't go anywhere again.”

“I can't promise you,” I clenched my fists into the fabric of Jack's back until it was taut. “But I will come back. No matter how far I go, however long it takes, I will come back and be your cyclist.”

"Huh... Promised."

“If you get a soft pillow Who likes to squirm on top of me late at night, too, that's okay, I promise."