Our young heroine is shocked at her condition as a schoolgirl again.

And today...will she be able to find the answer to the matter that is stuck in her heart?

Come help each other!!!

with stumbling upon love in a dream at the end

Stumbling upon love in a dream, part 2 (end)

(Link to part 1 in case you've forgotten it)

http://writer.dek-d.com/oatdyhouse/writer/view.php?id=827965

(Continued from the previous episode)

A voice took me from my slumber.

“Ma'am! madam! How can you really die and fall asleep on this sofa? Wake up, kid. You'll be late."

I was still sleepy, rubbing my eyes, waking up on the sofa, seeing my mother busy with kitchen work in front of me.

“Oh, when did Mom come back?”

“What are you doing back? Mom didn't go anywhere. Sleepwalking early in the morning. Go wash your face and eyes before you go. I'll come eat breakfast and then hurry to school. There's an orientation ceremony today, right?"

what!? Am I deaf or is this a crazy mother? When he was dazed, he got up and went to wash his face and eyes. As soon as I opened the bathroom door, I was surprised by the image in front of the mirror. The person in the mirror was me. But why did you become in this situation? I still remember this was the haircut I had when I was in high school. Short hair, student style

Plus the clothes are full high school uniforms. I pinched my arm, still feeling the pain. No matter how many times I rubbed my eyes, the image in the mirror was still the same high school student. I turned from the bathroom and saw a calendar hanging on the outside wall. The name of the month and year is clearly printed in big letters.....March. 1996.....looked around the room.

The condition of the room now is really the house from nine years ago. Many other pieces of furniture are now no longer in use. I still remember the white walls of the room before it became light blue three years later. At this moment, I couldn't help but laugh.

“Mom, just now, did you say I had to go to the final ceremony?”

“Yes, today is your last day as a sixth-year high school student. This child is really dead. Don't tell me you forgot."

It's not like I forgot, Mom. But I don't know any different. I don't know how I appeared here?! Questions entered my mind but were not expressed as words.

“Hurry up and eat or else the food will get cold. Well, Mom has to go pick up things at the post office first. Close the house carefully, ma'am."

“Yes, mother.”

Today is March 12, 1996...five years ago? Eight years ago...Secondary Sixth...Final Orientation Day....Eight years ago...Secondary Six...Final Orientation Day.... I thought back and forth about what had happened. How did I come to live in the past? What is the cause? The last memory I remember just now was that I was reading a book and falling asleep on the sofa. That's right!

I looked back on the sofa and found the book on the floor. I walked over and picked it up. It must have fallen down when it rose up just now. Next to it was a small piece of paper folded in half. But it looks much newer, like I just finished writing it last night. That's my love letter. Is it this thing that made me come back here again?

The final orientation ceremony has come to the end. The Director gave a final speech and wished good wishes to all students. I saw many friends in tears. Because from now on, we probably won't be able to see each other every day anymore, including my dear friend, Paew, who is standing next to me.

When I saw this atmosphere again, I couldn't help but think of my friends to the point of tears flowing again.

After the work ended, everyone dispersed. Some exchange phone numbers to keep in touch. Some gathered in groups to celebrate. The men still have the courage to come and play football on the field. It would probably be considered a final farewell. The right opportunity has arrived to finally do what I set out to do. I separated myself from my friends and went to the bathroom. Behind him, he hurriedly walked along the edge of the football field. To find the goal

Walk along to the back of the amphitheater. Wit sat with his legs stretched out and rested his strength. I must have been impatient and walked a little too hard on my heels, causing him to turn around.

“Oh, Ma'am, you haven't come home yet? What time are you coming back?” The young man looked up and greeted with a rosy face. There are large beads of sweat that radiate moisture into the crevices of the neck and hairline.

“Just a moment. What are you doing sitting here? Aren't you going to play football with your friends?"

“Take a break. Please sit and watch them play.” I heard a familiar voice. and gathered up her skirt and tucked it under her, she squatted down next to him.

“Sigh, maybe we won't meet again from now on.” I secretly complained a little as an appetizer. Even though I didn't turn to look at him directly. But I saw him smiling.

“That's right. I don't know if my new friend will be as nice as Ma'am or not. But I don't think it's difficult to miss each other, so we can just call each other, don't you think?” A sincere look in the eyes and a soft voice. Always makes me soft-hearted

At this time, don't just be quiet. Tell me, tell me....Thoughts in my heart begin to flutter as fast as my heart beats like hip-hop music.

“Wit, before we leave......I have.....what do I want for you?” I was so excited I almost stammered. But he didn't hesitate and immediately handed over the folded piece of paper.

“Huh, Ma'am still came to play with us today.” Wit held up the paper after opening it. “This is the final exam grade sheet. Why bring it to us? Oh, you want us to keep it as a souvenir? Well, thank you," Wit said, smiling.

Oh my karma. Actually, I like to stick that notepad in my journal. Before leaving the house, he probably picked up the wrong thing. I was so clumsy and had prepared so well. It turned out to be making you think I was joking. But it's not. It seemed like it was time to take a chance.

“Oh, I was just kidding. Actually, we want to say.....that.....I like science and have secretly liked it since I started Mathayom 1.....really.” Whew!! Finally I spoke up. Gone If I saw my face in the mirror right now, I would definitely be as red as a gourd.

“Really, why don't we know?” Science seemed very shocked by my words.

But I feel like time has stopped. Couldn't even hear the sound of a football kicking. All around me was quiet. The two of us looked at each other. It's like waiting for one side to speak up first.

“Thank you, ma'am. But I don't like her as a boyfriend. We think of her like a friend. Mam is a very good friend to us. Whenever we have something to talk about, we almost always come talk to her. I didn't know it would cause her to misunderstand like this. I'm sorry.....not angry at us, ma'am."

My face is shattered. This is the answer I want to hear. Can you hear it clearly with both ears now?

“Oh, we're not angry at Science just for this matter. You know that I am a person who doesn't take anything lightly.” At this time, all I thought was that I would talk and save face for now.

“Anyway, don't forget to call and talk sometime.” I smiled sheepishly, forcing myself to speak even though I knew it was very contrary to my true feelings. As for Science, he only remained silent and acknowledged. Smiling and accepting me as a friend Clear water was starting to form around the corners of my eyes. So he turned his attention to his wristwatch.

“Oh..it's time now. I told Paem that we would go home together. By now he's probably looking for me to kill me. Goodbye, see you again."

I didn't wait for Wit to open his mouth. I'd like to be the one to come out first. No, in fact, I didn't dare to face him. When you walk until you're behind I allow my karmic tears to wash away my sorrow.

He walked slowly until he stopped in the garden behind the school. What I said that I would go home with Paew was just a fake story. I sat down and sobbed on the bench, not shying away from anyone. Probably because there were only trees and grass and vegetable plots here. To be honest, I shouldn't have been upset like this.

Because no matter what, Wit must marry someone else. It would be great for me to get rid of the doubts that have been bothering me for a long time.

Snap...Snap...

As soon as he turned around, he looked towards the source of the sound. A male student was eagerly releasing the shutter to take a photo of me with a manual camera with a fine zoom lens. Both hands hurriedly wipe away tears. His face changed to a frown.

“What are you going to photograph of her? Are you mentally ill? ”The three stars pinned to the corners of his shirt indicate that he is a student of the same class.

“Oh, I'm about to get some pretty pictures.” That idiot was a little upset.

“Beautiful, what's wrong? Can't you see that people are crying? This crazy bastard doesn't even look at the horse's eyes.” I shouted in my heart, but all I could say was, “Strange people, beautiful pictures must have been taken when they were happy.”

“Oh, when she cries she looks really charming. Plus, the atmosphere in the garden is also pleasing. What's wrong? I'm sad that I won't be able to see my friends." Those words made my heart feel colder. No one knows that I'm sitting here because I'm heartbroken. Love is good enough to fill it up." I couldn't even finish my words. The cameraman with thick eyebrows and a single-faced face came and sat close to me.”

I forgot to introduce myself. My name is Ton. I'm in room six. How about you?"

“Nice to meet you. But right now we're not convenient to talk. I'm sorry."

“What's wrong?....Nah. It shows that you're heartbroken. Or do you miss your friends so you sit and cry alone?”

This guy has a slightly irritating expression. Who would want to talk to someone like this?

“Please excuse me first, my perverted cameraman. See you when the nation needs you.” I raised my head and stood up from the bench. I want to shout out to all my strength that I don't need friends at this time.

“Wait, we don't even know her name yet. Please write down the address for us. We've finished cleaning the pictures so we can send them to you.”

But there was no answer from that question. Because I walked in such a hurry that I almost didn't pay attention to what he asked. Normally, I'm a person who cares about other people's feelings. But with an irritating person like this, it probably won't matter.

I turned the key into the house. Everything seemed dim and quiet, probably because there was no one in the house. I turned on the light and looked at the wall clock. You can guess that Mom went out to the supermarket to buy groceries. Use it to make dinner and have some for breakfast tomorrow. Dad still hasn't gotten off work. It would be late by the time my brother returned from university.

I sat down on the same sofa. The book was still in the same place. With that love letter still inserted into the book. My tears have dried up. I smiled with a worry-free expression.

Ring, ring.....the phone rang. I thought my mother might be calling. I hurriedly stood up from my seat. He didn't realize that there was something cluttering his feet. causing him to stumble and fall And then I didn't feel it......

Ring, ring.....The phone rang, waking me up from my slumber. That's right, just now I ran to answer the phone but fell. As he got up from where he was lying on the floor in front of the sofa, I intuitively looked around the room. The surrounding environment returned to normal, not what it was eight years ago.

Back to Sunday when I was home alone. And what happened just now? Am I dreaming? It's a very realistic dream. I still fell down and was lying on the ground.

“Hello. Who are you talking to?” I answered the phone after being in a trance for a long time and couldn't help but be considerate of the person calling.

“It's me, ma'am. Did you fall into the toilet or what? Before I could answer the phone, I waited until my gums were dry. And what is it like? It sounds like someone who just woke up. It's already afternoon.” That's it. Even though we didn't study in the same place after graduating from Mathayom 6, But the two of us are still together as tight as ever.

“Oh, I accidentally took a nap. Oh, you can give me a big sermon. But what about you? What kind of wind is blowing that made you call me?”

“I have free time today, I missed you, so I called and invited you to the art gallery. There is an exhibition A new photo. I'm going to find someone to be friends with. Are you free?”

“So you don't have to stay and look after the shop today?” Paew's house opened as a photo printing shop when her parents weren't home. Paew often volunteers to stay at the shop.

“Today, my younger brother is here for me. So the way is convenient.”

"Alright." There was only laundry left to dry and the housework was finished. I hope we won't forget our house keys if we return late. If you forget, I can't help you. It's considered that this little sister has asked for it back. I haven't seen Paew for a long time and I miss her too.

“Then I'll pick you up at 2 p.m.,” the voice on the other end of the line echoed through the phone.

This art gallery's full name is "Museum of Contemporary Art and Culture" but because of the long name, we just call it the Art Gallery. Yai Paew often invites me to come. Because she graduated from the Faculty of Fine Arts and I am a literature girl. The atmosphere of the art gallery today seemed lively. Probably because it's a holiday and it's summer. If you don't go to the mall here, you can get some air conditioning.

People who are tired of shopping might want to come and enjoy the art here.

Newbie photography exhibition It is a photography exhibition that showcases the first photographs in the lives of over a hundred professional and amateur photographers. I personally don't know what criteria they have for selecting works for display. But if you count it with my skills, I probably can't do half of them.

I slowly looked at each picture as my best friend led the way into another room. Each image includes portraits, landscapes, and abstract images. Paew walked past me and reached another room. But walked quickly back I saw her desire to gossip and couldn't help but ask, "What's wrong? What happened?"

“Here, just now I went to look inside. There is one picture. They asked me to take an impressive photo but instead it was a photo of a girl crying. Well, I think my face looks like yours. I want to ask, have you ever modeled for anyone?” My friend said with barely any space to breathe. And out of curiosity, he followed Paew to see.

There are still many works in this room; it would take a long time to look at them all. But my eyes fell on a picture.

              “MISTERO RAGAZZA....

Mistero Ragazza” The people in the picture and the surrounding scenery are truly familiar to the eyes.

“Here's this picture,” the cell phone rang. Paew accepted and walked away to talk in another corner. Looks like it's work. I was left standing and looking at the picture alone.

Picture of "mysterious little girl"

MISTERO RAGAZZA)”

By Mr. Tonsil Songsukmankong (24) Portrait of a teenage girl, even though the person in the picture is facing sideways. But I looked and realized that this little girl who was sitting with tears in her eyes looked at me. I reinforce this idea with the explanation at the end. This picture...was taken in 1996. Inspired by....

But no matter what you believe, it was a dream just now, wasn't it?

“Do you like this picture? I saw you standing there watching for a long time.” I didn't even finish my sentence. A man's voice sounded behind him. He walked around behind me and came to a stop next to me.

“Yes?” I turned around and asked him to repeat the question because I wasn't sure if he was talking to me or not.

“Hello, do you like this picture? or like to look at art I noticed you stood staring at this picture for a long time.” His polite but irritated voice sounded like someone else's.

“Well, it's a picture....When you say it, you might laugh. I know the person in this picture. We studied together in high school. He told me that at that time a friend from school secretly took a photo when he wasn't aware. He was angry because at that time he was sad. So we didn't have a chance to greet each other. But after that I didn't see him again. What a pity. Again..."

I turned to talk to the man. A cheeky young man wearing glasses. Even though we've never met, why is he staring at my face? The kind that stares, stares, stares. Until I secretly examined myself but couldn't find any flaws.

"Oh, you talk about it like you're yourself."

"Oh, right? We're very close."

"Sorry, Mr...." before the man could finish speaking. Young Paew just came in and interrupted. She apologized profusely. Claiming that he had business to hurry back because his younger brother pushed him.... Before parting, Paew didn't forget to turn and smile politely at the man. Now there was me and a young man standing in front of the photograph.

“Uh, excuse me, I'm Ton Sin. You can call me Ton. He is the person who took this photo. This is my business card. And I don't know what your...uh..name is."

This situation was no different from the events in the dream a few hours earlier. The difference is that this time I didn't cry like that little boy. But what was the same was that the young man in front of him was the same person as that perverted cameraman. Did you go by accident? I can't believe it.

“Uh..Ma'am. Nice to meet you.” I answered the conversation and picked up a business card and put it into my shoulder bag.

“I would like to ask you one more thing: are you still in contact with this friend of yours?”

“Huh?”

“Your friend. If I have a chance to meet her again I want you to see this picture.”

“Um, after graduating from university, she went to live abroad. We don't have much contact anymore. She has a family and must be busy.” I took on the role of director. One heart is still puzzled by the dream. It's better to make someone else think about cutting things off.

“Then it probably won't bother me. Thank you.” Looks like I must have crushed his hopes.

“This is fine. If I have a chance to talk to him, I will tell him.”

He seemed to have hope again. I gave him false hope before leaving home.

“Wait, Ma'am, uh...well...then how can I contact you? We've gotten to know each other already."

And then it became a long story. I'm not joking, this person.

“It's...like this.”

March 2012

A loud ringtone woke me up from my reverie. I put the picture back in the original place. Then he went to pick up the mobile phone that was placed next to the bed. The young man's voice sounded from the other end of the line.

“How are you? I'm back tomorrow. The work was finished quickly. I have something for you.” The owner of the voice made a long-distance call from Japan.

“Thank you. Why don't you stay and travel a little longer? I'll just go." I couldn't help but secretly complain out of habit.

“Oh...what is this? People want to go back, but they won't let them go back. Ah...Then I'll go tell the boss that I'll stay for another week."

"Oh, look, I'm just kidding."

“So what is this doing?”

"I'm thinking of someone." Who else?

“That's for sure. Now there's also a secret infidelity. I have to go back and be punished.”

“Wow, that's too bad.....I got caught. If so, the day you return I'm going to cook something delicious to make amends for you, okay?"

“You must. See you tomorrow. Bye."

I hung up with a smile still on my face. He and I always like to chat like this. Our love probably began eight years ago the day I met him at an art gallery. After that day he started contacting me continuously. But strangely, he never asked about the news story of my anonymous friend that I had made up.

A dream-like event happened to me that time. Although it seems unbelievable, now I trust him more. I must thank a miracle for this to happen because I may never have met him. and will never walk away from him again.

Although the secret that the girl in the picture is me has not yet been revealed.

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