Picture of the "mysterious girl" behind this picture. Filled with stories of love, dreams and reality.

A story like a dream I once experienced

March 2012

Sunday morning, the sky was clear and cloudless, fitting for summer. A cool breeze blows lazily through the screened window. I saw a small bird flying down and eating the tops of the leaves in the kitchen garden behind the house. Make a kissing sound that is pleasing to the ears. As I thought about living in a house in the suburbs like this, I felt happy. and has good privacy

Far from the pollution and noise of city society. I have been busy doing housework alone since morning. Until now, my soul mate is probably sitting in Japan doing a seminar. It would be another three days before I got back to Thailand. Our married life has now entered its third year. I myself still live the life of a salaried office girl.

Monday through Friday time is devoted to work. I did some math and realized that I spent more time away from work than at home. But everything is done to create a status and living condition that is more comfortable than before. The more you are living as a married couple, the more you have to set aside as capital for your little ones in the future.

I left my lonely breakfast. Rushed to the bedroom on the second floor to put the laundry in the basket and wash it. Light from the landing window reaches the stairs. This makes this area almost not dependent on light from lamps at all. While bending down to pick up the laundry basket I glanced at the photographs lined up above the low cabinet next to it.

These pictures are pictures of me and my husband traveling to various places. It's in a small and large frame, arranged almost every inch of the way. One of them has a photo from the orientation day when we graduated from Mathayom 6. And nearby there is another picture. Pictures that are vivid memories And it is the beginning of the story.”

MISTERO RAGAZZA ..

Mysterious girl.” I take my hand from the basket. He carefully picked up the picture and sat down to look at it at the foot of the bed. And the impressive stories from that time come back again....

12 March 2004 (eight years ago)

Father and mother went to visit Grandma in the provinces early in the morning. Eta, the good older brother, missed out on practicing music with a friend at the studio. It was late in the evening before we saw each other. Otherwise, it's like you can't go home. Why is it Sunday like this? A beautiful woman like me has to stay at home.

Doing housework alone like this Oh my, Mrs. Sin's life is good. Instead of being able to go out and walk around here and there with him. Sigh, I thought about it and got worried and complained that I had been in my heart for a long time. I turned and grabbed the mop and continued my work. His other hand pressed the remote to pass the time while watching the morning TV drama. “Stumbled upon my dream accommodation”

Popular dramas that are re-run, no matter how many times you watch them, you won't get bored. Today comes the episode where Manee, the 21st century girl, the heroine of the story. Travel back in time to meet Than Chai Surasee The hero lives in the past world a hundred years ago. With the help of Kirin, a little ghost that came out of a novel she read........

Oh, how romantic. After rubbing my hands and eyes and watching the drama back and forth until the end of the episode, I secretly thought for fun: If you could go back in time like Mae Manee, what would it be like? Looks like I might cause more trouble than in the drama.

Too late while waiting for the washing machine to do its job after pressing the button. A bookworm like me doesn't want to waste any time. Pick up the novel you left off and continue reading. This book I remember reading over and over many years ago. No matter how much I read, I never finish it. Hell, I haven't even read half of the story yet.

It seems that I must continue to finish this time. While turning the pages of the book, my eyes passed back and forth. I caught my eye on a piece of paper inserted inside as if it were a bookmark. When unfolding the paper, look I found that inside there was a message written expressing my feelings to someone. This is a love letter that I have kept for a long time.

The letters that are strung together into sentences have not yet done their job. Mail that has not yet been sent to the recipient The person who was my first love..."Science"....

Wit, an old friend who studied with me in high school. He is my first love. But it's one-sided love. I last met Wit at the reunion two weeks ago. He still seems to be a consistently charming person. That day, he took the opportunity to distribute wedding cards and introduce his beautiful girlfriend.

His lightning-fast announcement of celibacy was a shame for many women. Among them, I was included. That day I met Nan, who would be Wit's bride-to-be. The couple met while studying at university. The girl is a small white woman. Big, round eyes that shine brightly Bob hair that is cut short to the earlobe.

It made her look like a doll to be cherished. A dark, tall and handsy man like a scientist. It seems to be a good fit for her. I used to think to myself that if I dared to tell Wit about my feelings that day, the day we would part ways. His real bride could be me.

I stopped mourning that. Fold the paper in your hand and insert it back into the book. Carefully move your eyes and continue reading the book as intended. But in my heart I still couldn't stop thinking about the love confession that had always been on my mind. I looked at the book for a long time and looked at the washing machine, but it still wasn't finished spinning.

Tired from the housework that had been arduous since morning. Mixed with a little laziness It also results in sleepiness. Until finally falling asleep

But then a voice broke 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."

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