Facebook’s Sonata
A stranger's melody in the eternal night
The young woman carried several documents in her arms and walked quickly. Come out of the elevator and head straight in front of the towering building on Rama IV Road. Big black eyes scanned the car.
BMW
Over twenty years old, the driver just called and rushed her out of the meeting room because the car had already turned around for the second time.
Wirata is dressed in a dark blue linen straight shirt in the same color as a shin-length skirt. Low-heeled sandals helped to conceal her nearly 170 centimeters tall height. She was no longer the thin, pale-skinned woman from before. At this time, her skin was darker and darker from the sun. However, the person in the sedan who was over twenty years old saw her and slapped the car horn, causing the woman's eyes to turn and look. The slender figure in blue linen walked to the car and opened the door and quickly sat down, fearing that the car would be parked in the way of other cars for too long, even though in reality it was only a few minutes.
“You can leave your bag in the back seat.”
Jilla said to her female friend before changing gear and moving the car away from the bus stop. A young woman with short, shoulder-length hair curled into soft curls looked at the person who came to sit next to her. Even though her eyes were still looking straight at the road ahead, she couldn't help but smile. Because she didn't think anyone would dress like they came out of a Japanese clothing catalogue.
Wirata turned around and put the cloth bag with books and files behind her. Only his shoulder bag was left on his lap. She fastened her seatbelt and gently pulled the milky white cotton cloth from around her neck.
"Is it hot? Do you want me to add an air conditioner?"
"It's okay. I've been in the meeting room for so long that the air conditioner is already cold." The woman made a confused face and glanced at the person driving the car, who was wearing a white tank top, clearly showing the edge of a black sports bra, the same color as the skin-tight pants. that she is wearing Wirata didn't think Jilla would wear fitness clothes out of the house and go anywhere like this. Even though Jilla had already told her about it from her Facebook message box.
“Just got out of the gym,” Jilla said, guessing the other person's gaze and smiling slightly, “Are you hungry? Do you want to eat something special?”
Wirata opened her mouth in realization and reached out to search for something in her own bag. She had a card.
Gift Voucher
Enjoy a free meal worth 1,000 baht at a restaurant in a five-star luxury hotel. She got it from playing a fun game on a fan page. A slender hand took it out and handed it to Jilla to look at. The short-haired girl took advantage of the moment the traffic was stuck at a red light and briefly read it. then nods in acceptance
“Are you very hungry?” Jilla asked again, moving the car along the road that was becoming more and more congested.
“Not much, I ate some snacks in the conference room.”
“Then can you stop by the condo to take a shower and change clothes?”
“Huh...do as you please.” Wirata's answer made Jilla laugh. It was a laugh so open that Wirata herself had to frown in confusion.
"Nothing. I just feel like if a man invited a woman to his condo, would it be like this?"
Jilla laughed without any consideration for the person sitting in front of her. She had intended to drive back to her residence even though the person sitting with her did not allow her. Even after taking a shower, I wanted to change into new clothes. And Jilla knew that Virata would not have any objection. That's because she is confident that she understands Wirata's personality very well, even in the fact that we have known each other for three years. She only met Virata two or three times.
It might be because of conversations in the virtual world called Facebook.
Wirata herself isn't entirely sure why women who are as different as two sides of the same coin as her were able to become close friends. If it weren't for that night she learned the truth that the man she loved wasn't the only one dating her. The man with whom she had planned to create a family for the four years she had been dating would have another woman who he was close to. Wira-
Grandpa works at a different place than her lover, who is a salesperson at a company, and because she doesn't live near him and the other woman works at the same place. That was why he had given his heart to someone else.
“I can't say no to anyone. Your eyes should know."
He didn't confess to her. It was because she had caught on to the messages he had accidentally deleted. Moreover, there was a clip of a live movie with great moves on his phone that he was so disappointed that he didn't want to delete it. All trust was shattered in an instant. His tearful pleas made her decide to walk away.
Even though your heart hurts like it's been cut open While you cut someone out of your life But it was also the moment when someone else walked in to greet her by responding to the status she had written to express her feelings.
“Just a guy we don't deserve to cry about. And only one pitiful woman.”
That was the sentence Jilla typed in response to a person she didn't know. It's true that there are dozens of mutual friends on Facebook, but those people are famous people, thinkers, and writers. It's believed that those people probably don't know each other personally. Maybe it's more because of following the work than because Jilla is like that.
Friends on Facebook do not mean friends in real life. And real-life friends may not accept Facebook friend requests. The woman recalled that that night she carried four cans of beer in a collectable bag. But it was actually the soft taste that made her interested and wanted to indulge in drunkenness alone in her twenty-second floor condo.
Jilla is a trainer at a fitness center. Previously, she was a promising swimmer at the university. But that car accident took more than just her father and mother away. But it also caused her to spend a year in a wheelchair. Even though today she is able to swim again, it is not the same again.
Just like that, she turned her back on her job at the company of her uncle who took care of her instead of her parents. The days of not being able to move as she wanted were so deeply ingrained that she feared that one day she would be like that again. She doesn't want to wear a trendy dress and high heels and carry a brand-name bag into the office. But she has always loved being physically active, which is why she became a trainer. Work eight hours a day
Plan exercise plans for clients as well as take care of food that is beneficial to the body. That was a normal thing to do when I was a swimmer. It made her feel like she was still the same as before, as if nothing had ever happened in her life.
“That pitiful woman…you mean me?”
Wirata receives messages of sympathy, encouragement, and secretly rude insults to the man who betrayed her love from many people she has never met. She herself began to feel guilty about Yod.
Like
that is becoming more and more She wasn't sure if pressing
Like
What does it mean to those people? I like that she was deceived. Do you like her like this or something?
“It means a woman who is willing to do anything to compete for a man,” Jilla replied in the message box because she saw that it might affect other people. Say whatever you think. Answering the message of an unknown person while taking a sip of the smooth beer. Which she doesn't drink very often.
“But he said to me before he left, I really don't love him that he chose that woman because she would do anything to hold him back.”
“It shows that when I walked out, I was still confused.” Jilla wanted to laugh. I thought I had made up my mind to break up but actually I was still hesitating.
"Definitely break up. You can't live like three people, husband and wife, but I don't know what people think about love these days."
“I think too much, but let's face it, if you choose to leave and move on, don't look back and lose your confidence. So what are you going to do when you see it written in your status that you're going to quit your job right away?”
“Actually, my mother wanted me to go back and help at home. It's difficult for Mom to take care of the guest house alone.”
“There is also a private business, which is not normal.”
“It's not what you think.”
Virata looked at the tall building in front of him. She had been renting an apartment but had never considered buying a room in a condo. She would rather have a house where they live together. Now that I'm living my life like a single woman, I still think about having my own house, even though my mother often complains about it. After all, she had to take care of the house she lived in with her mother.
After deciding to break up with my lover I quit my job and returned to my hometown in Wang Nam Khiao. Those silent conversations bonded strangers like her and Jilla as if they had been close friends for ten years, even though the two had only known each other for a few months. The young woman got out of the car and picked up the bag that had been placed in the back seat and followed her slender figure into the residence. This was the second time that a country girl like her had come to stay with a female trainer when she had to come to Bangkok.
“You can wear Jill's clothes. You can choose,” Jilla said, pushing the door into the room.
“I didn't intend to stay here.”
Wirata frowned, but Jilla laughed and walked over to pick up some things and then excused herself to take a shower. In fact, she came to the meeting to represent people in the community. The authorities hold a seminar on developing a livable community. Originally the village headman or village representative would come to the meeting but the village headman's wife gave birth prematurely. Everyone felt that she, the unemployed and most knowledgeable person in the village, should take on the role of representative this time.
So she bought a late-night tour bus ticket and arrived in Bangkok early in the morning. Use the bathroom at Mo Chit Station to wash your face, brush your teeth, and sip on a cheap coffee before arriving at the designated convention center. The young woman walked over to the large clear glass that overlooked the eleven o'clock view. Even though she lives in Bangkok, was born here, grew up here.
Until four years ago when she decided to wave goodbye to Bangkok. That was it, and when she returned to Bangkok again, she felt like a stranger to this metropolis.
Jilla is a very private person. Even though she smiles and is friendly to everyone, when someone seems to get too close, she has a management process that maintains a polite distance from each other. Having to meet many people is a part of the job that brings money into your pocket and various expenses.
Even with some men she has non-committal relationships with. She didn't bring him here. But with Wirata, she offered to stay in her room without having to open a hotel and waste money.
“Better use the hotel money to feed Jill.”
She proposed one day that Virata had to visit her father who was in the hospital. Wirata's mother and father separated when Wirata was in high school. Jilla recalled that the young woman said that it was a time when she wanted to live outside the home. Her parents broke up and separated, so it was reasonable that she went to live in a university dormitory while her mother settled into a new life.
She went from being a housewife with a big daughter to being the owner of a small guesthouse with customers stopping by every season. Having a busy job It made Mom not fret about Dad having a mistress until they had a child together, so Dad confessed the truth to Mom. But even though Mom and Dad are no longer husband and wife, But those two were her father and mother.
Wirata didn't feel like she was a broken child. I even felt sorry for my father, who looked like he was carrying all his sorrows. Even though I have a new family. But while Mother moved past the tears, she began life as a single woman in her fifties.
Jill left the shower with only a towel because she felt familiar with the other party, so she didn't take her clothes and go into the bathroom to change. When he walked out, he saw the owner with a straight back and long hair, looking at something outside the window. It's the angle where she likes to look ahead. A slender hand rested on the glass door as if he was thinking about something.
“Is something wrong?”
Virata woke up from her trance and turned to see the owner of the perfect body and smiled shyly. 'Shape is like a product,' Jilla once told Wirata that way. But Jilla's meaning is that she is a trainer. If her figure is not good, who will dare to study with her? People in the provinces don't spend money to go to the gym to exercise. This is different from people in the city who have to spend money before they can sweat.
"If you don't want to eat outside, you can eat here. Jill will make it for you."
“Considerate,” Wirata laughed softly. A female friend is skilled at cooking clean food and often sends her homemade recipes. But she doesn't really enjoy cooking. She can cook it herself, but making it for other people to eat is something that requires serious thought.
“Do you want to eat food made by Jill or do you want to go to the scaffolding? The card expires at the end of the month, right? You can go here tomorrow. After traveling a long distance by car, I went into the meeting room. I must have been tired.”
“Eyes aren't that sensitive.”
“But like a glass that is always ready to break,” Jilla shrugged and walked closer until she could faintly smell the smell of sweat. with some refreshing scent that made her unconsciously inhale
"Why? Do you smell bad?” Wirata saw the tip of Jilla's nose moving and made her back away. She doesn't like perfume. Use just the roll-on and apply it to your underarms. But the other person stuck his nose closer until his face without makeup turned red.
“Smells like... grass.” Before Jilla realized what the scent was that was on Virata's part, the other person's face turned red as if he had caught a fever.
“Are you saying it smells green?” Wirata frowned, but Jilla laughed and waved her hand back and forth, but Jilla's slender hand dropped and slipped into Wirata's waist and pulled her into a tight embrace. Wirata was not used to being hugged and could only stand still. I couldn't do anything like that.
“When someone says something, don't just think negatively. Jill meant the natural scent.”
“Does it smell bad or smell good?”
That question in her ear made Jilla's heart flutter. She hugged Wirata tighter as if her body had merged into one. The tip of his nose inhaled a soft and refreshing scent. It was a unique scent that Jilla believed that Virata probably didn't know and it was difficult to explain. The woman pulled away from the gentle scent and looked at the large eyes that stared in surprise.
“Why are you hugging your eyes?”
“Jill doesn't hug everyone.” Jilla's slender finger touched the other party's slightly parted lips. “Can Jill hug her eyes?”
Virata was stunned. I don't know why I didn't say no. In the past, since breaking up with the man I love, I have never had a relationship with anyone. Not afraid of anything, just feeling tired and bored. She lives with her working mother every day. It made her realize that we really don't want anything more than living with a peaceful heart.
Not answering means not rejecting. Jilla hugged the other person tighter. No need to find any reason. She felt like hugging this woman and when she did, You know you want more than that His fingertips caressed her back and kissed softly in the crook of her neck. The other party's ragged breathing made Jilla's heat hotter.
“Can I ask for more than a hug?”
Why don't you just refuse? Virata couldn't say anything. She was always like this, it was her bad personality. When she returned to living alone, she felt that she might not actually love that man. She just wants to have a family and he is the one who openly flirts with her. Deep down, the fact that he has someone else may be because he himself probably feels that there is not love between him and her.
It's just mutual satisfaction. Feeling that you are not alone and that there is always someone. She is his person. And he was her person. Therefore, it is not a big deal that another person can easily insert himself into a married life.
Jilla let everything be as her heart demanded. Dominate the other with his lips and devour her hungrily, even though she had never done this with any other woman before. And never asked any questions to myself. But she only knew that what had happened must have been Virata. Just taking off the loose clothes revealed the unadulterated beauty that Jilla had imagined.
Wirata is not a young woman with delicate white skin but darkened in the sun like a healthy person without having to invest in sunbathing anywhere. The sweet sounds of moaning and the writhing of her body made her even more aroused, while she herself was more wet than ever. A slender hand rose to hug Jilla tightly, the second a wave of emotion hit her, causing her to accidentally scream.
Before the storm calmed down, raindrops appeared outside the window. A naked body lay on its side, staring at the rainstorm outside. Jilla bent down and gently kissed the smooth shoulder. The woman turned around to make eye contact, but her hand rested on the other person's flat stomach.
“Ask.” Jilla knew what Virata wanted. “It doesn't hurt anything.”
“When I found out I couldn't have children. How is it?”
“I don't feel anything.” Jilla smoothed the strands of hair that had come down to caress the woman's cheek. She spoke truthfully. She didn't feel anything at all, so much so that she wasn't sure exactly what she was thinking when the doctor told her of her injuries. Maybe because your world has really changed. It was as if he was cursed to be alone for the rest of his life.
“I have seen many women who tried everything to have children.”
“And many other women who left their children orphans,” Jilla laughed bitterly. “There are a lot of children in this world. Jill not being able to have children will not cause the end of the world.”
Wirata laughed, “Did you watch that program that Grandpa sent the link to? Being single makes society unbalanced. greater use of resources Tax payment base Entering the elderly society It is a national problem.”
“But if you are in a relationship and your life is difficult, you must consult a psychiatrist again. After all, the country's economic system is already fragile. Whether single or not,” Jilla laughed, feeling that she would laugh more easily when she was near Virata.
Wirata smiled at the corner of her mouth. What happened was beyond expectations. Of course, she didn't mean to, but she didn't regret what happened. A face filled with various emotions caused the girl to put her lips over thin lips. Grinding and sucking as if demanding
“What will happen to us tomorrow?” Jilla asked in a confused voice as she became the one below. His long hair caressed over his hot skin.
“That's it,” he asked, not wanting an answer, as he delicately kissed the top of her chest, trembling like a flower in the morning dew. She knows the other person's desires as well as her own wish list.
“Are you going to delete or block Jill?”
“Real relationships don't end easily. It's just the click of a button.”
This time it was Wirata who laughed. The storm outside had not yet calmed down and was expected to rage throughout the night, so it would be logical for her to stay here. A sweet melody playing on a night where the virtual and real worlds meet.
Because the truth hurts and hiding in another world is the only bravery two strangers can accept.