The soft morning sunlight shines across the entire area of ​​the riverbank. It is like awakening all things that are asleep to become aware of what will continue. The sound of paddlers hitting the water is loud and rhythmic. This was followed by the loud shouts of the young merchants and customers throughout the area as a signal to others, “

Mr. Takiab's boat and food has arrived.

Takiab is Ta Samo's only son. After completing his studies in business administration, he worked for a company. After working for about 2 years, I felt bored with people. Takiab moved to settle down at home. Because at least at home there are still a lot of good things to do. He paddles a boat to sell rice and fresh produce in place of his elderly father every day.

So early that the villagers of Pak Khlong Talat Waek in this area know very well. After his main job, Chopsticks spent all his time writing pictures and sending them to his friends' galleries in order to earn extra money. Actually, Chopsticks had never studied art before but due to his personal passion, So he was able to learn from friends, from books teaching drawing and writing until his skills were enough to go to temples.

“Oh, merchant, aren't you singing today?”

Tajum asked after receiving fresh morning glory. Go and hold it in your hand.

“Oh my goodness, today the merchant couldn't think of a song to sing. You'll get bored if you cry."

Chopsticks laughed loudly. He knew that people here liked to listen to music. At first, he sang youthful songs. But got stoned and came back with no sales. So he changed his singing style. This time, old women and widows flocked to buy them almost every day. Then the chopsticks sang the song of Ajahn Suraphon Sombatcharoen. Oh wow, this work is selling very well.

Both men and women liked his sales tactics. Sometimes, a garland of fresh flowers is also given as a gift.

“Today, forgive me. But tomorrow we have to hear it.”

His eyes widened, he expected punishment and then walked away laughing loudly. Chopsticks smiled and continued rowing.

In the afternoon, chopsticks are taken up under the mango tree in front of the house as a work place. Various equipment are placed in such a mess that it looks cluttered. However, the chopsticks didn't bother to keep them in order. He continued to draw lines and lines to outline the image so intently that he didn't pay attention to his surroundings.

Until the barking of Lemongrass pulled him away from his work. The young man was slightly annoyed. After a moment, he returned his attention to the task at hand.

“Hong...Hong...Hong!”

This time, Chopsticks' patience came to an end. The young man threw the palette towards the source of the sound, fiercely slamming the culprit.

“What are you barking at, you lemongrass man? Are you afraid that no one will know that you're a dog? You can keep barking...People are using their concentration, this guy."

“Excuse me, is anyone there? Please help me chase away the dog.”

The woman's small voice stopped Chopsticks from speaking. The young man walked towards the gate. and leaned forward to ask

"Who are you looking for?"

“Fuu”

She blew air out of her mouth in relief.

“Well, I'm very thirsty. Can I have some water to drink?”

Chopsticks opened the gate and led her to sit on the mat he used to work on just now and went in to get some cold water. Come and drink to quench your thirst. because she looked very weary The young man thought that she must have been walking for a long time. At first, he thought about refusing, but when he saw his pale face, He was covered in sweat and he couldn't resist.

Chopsticks considered the state of her dress and saw that she was dressed very differently from the villagers around here. His small, round face was disheveled but inviting to look at. His hair was shoulder length, but now it looked so messy that onlookers couldn't help but smile. Small and thin shape No matter how much he thought about it, he couldn't figure out if he had ever seen her or not. But that's the thing, the more I think about it, the more my head hurts.

The only thing that gave him pause was the small backpack she carried with her. That was confirmation that she wasn't from this area. He concluded in his heart, she wasn't a traveler or a reporter. It would probably be a tourist. But the latter would probably be more suitable. He didn't see a single piece of working equipment.

After she drank the water until she felt refreshed, the young man immediately started asking questions.

“What is your name? Why are you here and what are you doing?”

She looked at the chopsticks blankly. Her eyes seemed to be smiling all the time.

“Warm water”

She answered, sounding slightly breathless. Chopsticks stood up and grabbed the glass of water that was in his hand. Soon he came out and handed her the same glass of water. She didn't accept it but instead asked a question.

“What? I'm full. So why did you bring it to me? The water is here, so why do you have to go in and get it?”

She had a very confused expression. Until he couldn't help but be surprised.

“Well, you want warm water, don't you? I'll go get it for you.”

She immediately let out a gasp.

“I don't want any warm water. I said my name is Nam Nam.”

“Oh, did I know that your name is Nam Nam Nam? What kind of person has a strange name? Nam Nam Nam?”

Chopsticks laughed loudly. Laughing at strange names of the small girl in front To cover up your own abyss

“Why is my name Nam Nam Nam and what's so funny? And most importantly, my name isn't strange. And what is your name?”

“Chopsticks,” the young man said his name proudly, hoping that the other person would be fooled.

“Ha ha ha ha”

This time, the warm water laughed until he rolled down and rolled on the grass. She laughed until her eyes watered.

“Oh Godfather Koon, that's your own name that's really funny. What kind of crazy person is named Chopsticks? Or is it that you have a body like chopsticks?”

The young man didn't answer. He turned to put away his drawing supplies and sat against the base of a mango tree, silently looking at the small woman who had sat up and used her hands to brush away the grass that was stuck in her hair.

"Are you angry with me"

Warm Water chose to be the one to start the conversation first. What do you think that he would be kind enough to help her? The young man shook his head and smiled. He didn't know how to be angry that she took his father's name to the extreme.

love

He laughed, but that was it. There was no reason for him to be angry at her. Because he laughed at her name too. Therefore, it is considered best to get rid of it.

Chopsticks doesn't know what to do, he likes to look at her. He liked her every move, whether walking, sitting, standing, she looked natural. She was so colorful that Chopsticks wanted to draw her.

“Warm water, can you help me with the pattern?”

Chopsticks asked her when she told her the purpose of her visit. She has problems with her family regarding studies. Her family wants her to pursue a master's degree. But she wants to work When they couldn't agree, there were arguments. Warm water therefore travels to find peace. She kept riding in the car. Then we rode the boat until we reached the end of the road at his house.

"Okay, I've wanted to be a Miss Model for a long time."

Chopsticks laughed loudly at her funny joke. A model is an unmarried model, but a model is a married model. She explained to him after he sat confused for nearly five minutes.

"But don't take too long or we'll run out of cars."

"okay"

Chopsticks then proceeded to draw a picture of a young woman. Warm Water sits leaning against the base of a mango tree with Lemongrass crouching beside him. It didn't take long for the chopsticks to be drawn. He called her to come look after he finished editing the picture. Warm smiles with satisfaction.

"Wow, you're really good at it too."

He couldn't help but smile at the compliment of the girl in front of him.

“I don't give you this picture. I'll keep it for myself,” Chopsticks said when he saw the warm water and stood admiring his handiwork for quite some time.

“Oh...how about it? Well, I'm the person in the picture. Therefore, I deserve to be the collector.”

Warm Water protested with a smile. This made the young man's face drop slightly.

"Oh, I'm just kidding. Don't be so serious."

Warm Water reached out and gently patted his shoulder. As she is small, she has to move on her tiptoes a bit. The young man couldn't help but laugh at her expression. But he tried to keep his face as calm as possible. In order to make her change her mind about not taking the picture.

“Do you really want this picture?”

Warm Water asked when he saw the chopsticks still still. He only nodded slightly. She smiled at him.

"Looks like I have to go back. It's getting late. Thank you for everything."

Chopsticks looked away from the picture and turned towards the warm water.

“Warm water,” he called her name softly.

“Is something wrong?”

The young man was a little dazed, but he finally decided to speak.

“Will we meet again?”

Warm Water smiled, but it was the saddest smile.

“I don't know what my life and yours will be like tomorrow. I don't dare promise. We may meet again. Or we haven't met..."

She lowered her head to hide her feelings. Chopsticks always go the other way. He didn't know why he wanted to see her again. And he didn't know why the few hours he spent with her made him think this much. He doesn't want her to be just the wind that blows and then passes. He wanted her to be like the sunshine that he could feel every day.

“However, the image of warm water is still here, this house, and with me.”

She nodded sadly.

“I want our memories today to be like the colors I carefully put on a canvas.”

he said

"Why"

“Because it will never fade. Warm water. Do you know that warm water has made my day better than all the past?”

Chopsticks said as he held a soft hand and led him along the path. The couple walked around admiring the trees. The sun sets which cannot be seen in big cities. He wants to stop time Wanting to stop everything so he could spend all his time with her. But that was all he could think about when the pair arrived at the bus station. He wanted to tell her his feelings so that things wouldn't get any worse.

“Warm water, can you see the sun over there?” He pointed out to her the sun that was about to disappear from the horizon. She just nodded slightly.

“That's it, today it disappeared over the horizon. But by tomorrow it will come back. Warm water. Do you know if the sun forgets to work one day? Forgetting to even come and send light to the people of the world, how will we survive?”

"Probably bad, because I don't like the dark. It's scary," she replied.

“Yes, so the sun still doesn't dare to run away from work. Because it pities living things How about warm water?” He left the question alone as the sound of a loud engine shook them both out of their thoughts. and come back to face the real world again The real world where he and she must be separated.

Warm Water smiled at him and waved. Then she ran to the car. Chopsticks stood motionless. Or would she be just a cool breeze that would warm his heart and then blow away? Chopsticks doesn't know what to do so that he can meet her again. But he did what he wanted to do.

The young man dropped his hands to his sides and turned to leave.

“Chopsticks,” a familiar voice called out.

“This is my number. Please call me.” A notebook fell from one of the bus windows.

The car had long since moved, but he was still standing in the same place. In his hand was a notebook. He slowly turned it over, page by page, but it was empty. Until the last page had a short message. along with a phone number

“Although time will change everything. But I'm sure you still remember me. This book will be your reminder. I want you to record everything between us in this book. It might be funny to you. But I think that would be better. And one day I will come back and get it back. I entrust you to keep it and take care of it for me.”

Chopsticks nodded to him, confirming that he was willing to record everything between himself and Warm Water in this book. He raised his head and smiled at the stars, fireflies, wind, and night.

“Hello, this is me chopsticks......”