She is a mystery customer. who traveled from a distant land and come to enjoy the taste of the same coffee that he likes along with telling stories of the past which is a faded memory for you that she never forgets

Memories...faded

Phatchan

Winter has come again and with it comes the brightness of many different kinds of flowers. that are ready to bloom to welcome the drought and cold In a tourist town where the purity of rural nature abounds.

I've been here for quite a bit of my life. From the time I was a student at a famous university when I was a young man. Through the heat and the cold Through time and through many forms of life in order to cultivate happiness into middle age... today.

I have gone through many and various struggles in life and work. Until today...the day I was freed from the cycle of chaotic competition. Escape from being a salaried person I have my own little coffee shop that is well known to the locals. and gave me a warm welcome by becoming a regular customer of mine.

There are also quite a few tourists who often stop by to sip coffee and chat to exchange knowledge and experiences. And there are quite a few tourists who come back to visit this coffee shop for the second, third time...

Every morning there are customers, both locals and tourists. Sitting and sipping coffee Gather into groups and talk about various stories around you. such as economics, politics, society, stories of neighbors and neighborhoods. Even the stories in many people's nets, both serious and fun, funny and both informative,

Complete knowledge and entertainment

It's late...the air inside the shop is warm thanks to the heater. As the weather outside near freezing, people wore thick layers of clothing, layered with thick coats, hats and wool gloves to keep warm. I was concentrating on cleaning the coffee cups on the counter.

The bell hanging on the door rang loudly. It lets me know that there are customers coming into the store.

"Hello..." I greeted as usual out of habit. When I turned to look at the visitor, I saw that in front of me was a young lady. Similar age to me which I had never seen or known before She was probably a tourist who had just come here for the first time.

“Hello...is the shop open yet?” she asked, walking into the shop uncertainly. Maybe because I saw the store was empty and there were no customers. This is because customers in this area prefer to sit and drink coffee in the morning and early evening more than any other time.

“It's open. Please come to the counter. Or if you want privacy, you can come to the table in the corner inside.”

She looked around the shop. I decorated the shop in a warm and friendly style. Divide the zone with potted plants. And a patch of shrubs in the back corner holds two or three tables for those who want privacy.

“It's okay...at the counter it's convenient. I'd rather have friends to talk to.”

She answered, sitting down on the chair in front of the counter. Then order the same strong flavored coffee that I like. There are not many people who know and drink this coffee. I took the order and then got busy making coffee according to the specific recipe. My only customer invited me to chat.

“The weather here is nice.”

“Yes...this city has good weather all year round. If you visit during spring You'll love it here even more. Because the weather is quite warm. Not too hot and not too cold.”

She nodded in acknowledgment.

“This shop is beautifully decorated...the atmosphere is warm and friendly.”

“It must be warm because of the heater,” I said with a smile, bringing a cup of coffee to serve in front of her. Along with a small jug of fresh milk and a bowl of granulated sugar, she was able to make coffee as she liked.

I just noticed that she was a very beautiful woman. Even though the age seems to have passed like this I can guess that when she was a young girl, she must have been beautiful enough to compete in beauty pageants. And if the contest is real must definitely get the position and crown

She mixed milk and sugar into a coffee cup. While using a spoon to mix together, it made a loud rumbling sound. But my eyes still looked at the shop's decoration. and the atmosphere with admiring eyes

“Coming into this shop made me think of a person,” she said, then took a sip of coffee, which made me curious. Looking at her face, waiting for her to continue.

“Actually, I came to this city because of that person. And even more so when entering this store. Makes me miss him even more..."

“Your ex?” I guessed in a considerate tone. She sighed and shook her head slowly.

“Good memories,” she said slowly, as if thinking along.

“I'm not sure what word to use for him. Between friends...or lovers But I know one thing: He is a very good and lovely person to me.”

“Did you break up with him a long time ago?” I asked, making sure she felt like I was taking her seriously as well.

"Yes...we stopped communicating for a long time..." She replied neutrally.

“About twenty years, maybe?”

“Where is he?”

Her eyes looked far away. It's like remembering old memories from a long time ago.

“He is a person who was born in the capital...but came to study at the university in this city for a degree. We first met on the internet. He is a consistently polite person. After we got to know each other a few times We have always been in contact with each other. Both by e-mail, chat room and by phone.

Sometimes we both have problems, so we often call and talk to each other. Everyone comforts each other. and encourage each other I admit that during that time I really enjoyed talking with him. If there was a day when we didn't communicate with each other, I would feel lonely. and miss him very much But neither of us ever thought of going to see each other.

It might be because they live very far away from each other. He lives in the north. As for me, I live in the South and don't have time because we both study hard and both have to work to send ourselves to study. We never even sent photos to each other...until one day while we were in our last year of study. And each of them was close to graduating. He called me and confessed to me that...he loved me..."

Having told this much, she sighed a little, closing her eyes as if to suppress her feelings. I still sit quietly and wait to listen to her story.

“I am very happy. Because he is the only man I trust and trust in every situation...my feelings for him are no different. It's just that I am a woman who was taught strictly by my family. Everything has to be within limits and in order... even though I think far into the word family.

But I did not accept his confession of love. Because I want to associate with him in a way that we can see each other first. But he didn't understand me. So I told him: We've been together for four years. We haven't met each other yet. How can you be sure that you really love me? And how can you convince me that you can love a woman you've never met?

How can you be sure that I am truly the woman you want? I told him honestly that I would like to continue dating and seeing him for a while. But he didn't seem to understand anything I was saying. He couldn't understand how a woman could fall in love with a man. and desire to have a stable and warm family, it is not easy at all

After that day, it seemed like the two of us were always at odds with each other. We argue on the phone almost every day. So I said to him, I'm not ready to love him yet. As long as I have never met the real him. And as long as we didn't study each other well enough first... I still remember his stern voice until now.

And the last sentence before we drift apart He told me that he would always wait for me no matter how much time passed. He will wait for me until I am ready to love him. And he will be waiting for me in this city and not going anywhere...”

She sighed again. I couldn't help but sigh after her. She turned and locked eyes with me and said shyly.

"I'm sorry for telling you nonsense stories that you had to waste your time listening to."

"No..." I answered with true feelings, without thinking of blaming her at all.

“After that, you probably got married and had a loving family with another man?”

beautiful lady My customer's face was completely red. He bowed his head and answered softly.

"I'm still single...until now."

It was an answer that stunned a man like me...with steadfast love, she maintained herself as a single person for twenty years. What an extremely impressive thing.

She downed the coffee cup. Finish the drink and place the coffee cup in the saucer. He lifted his face and smiled at me beautifully.

“Thank you for patiently listening to my nonsense story until the end...uh...I really like your coffee shop because besides the nice and warm decoration, it is also my dream coffee shop. I once told him about my dreams. I would like to have a warm coffee shop like this.

I want to live my life and have a family in a warm atmosphere like this.” She smiled, shrugged slightly, and concluded.

“But it could just be a dream.”

She pushed open the door to brave the cold outside and tightened her coat against her body with both hands for warmth. Each step of her footsteps seemed firm and steady. The bell still shakes jingling sound But the thank you note and the coffee money were still on the counter in front of me. I looked behind her, my heart fluttering.

“..........” I accidentally called out the name of a woman who used to be a nursing student. who studies at a nursing college in the southern part of the country We used to communicate via the internet. and talked on the phone throughout the four years I studied at university. A woman who once shared her dreams: I would like to have a small, warm looking coffee shop.

I really want to tell her that....

“I opened this shop waiting for you for a long time...come and be its real owner...good person.”

Should I run through the cold and tell her?