The Unwritten Chapter - LingOrm

BANGKOK

6 months later

Orm was on a plane, and the sound of the engine was relaxing. It had been two years since she was in Thailand, and she was excited to be back. She looked out the window at the clouds, which were very different from the busy city she was going to. She was excited, but also felt calm as the plane went higher. It was a mix of feelings: happy to be going home and excited for the new things she would see and do. She knew Bangkok would be full of things she knew and loved, and she couldn't wait to experience it all.

The air was thick and hot as she got off the plane. She could smell and hear things she remembered from Thailand and the city felt alive and full of energy, like a giant heart beating.

She spotted her cousin on the arrival gate. Ying had short, wavy black hair and was waving happily. It had been a long time since they talked and they were both busy. A couple of months ago, she felt like she needed to reconnect with her family, so she reached out to Ying.

"Nong Orm!" Ying called, her voice ringing with excitement. "It's so good to see you!"

The younger woman rushed into her arms. "Phi! It feels like forever."

"I can't believe you're finally back, We have so much to catch up on."

The older woman's vision blurred, tears welling in her eyes as she eyed her cousin. The younger woman she knew, with her youthful exuberance and plump cheeks, was gone. In her place stood a fine woman, a vision of elegant maturity. Orm's once short frame had stretched into a graceful height, her dark gray hair, now cascading down her back, framing a face that had shed its baby fat, revealing sharp, prominent cheekbones. Her brown eyes, once wide and innocent, now held a depth and wisdom that hinted at a life lived. Ying couldn't help but feel a pang of bittersweet nostalgia, a sense of loss for the girl she once knew, yet a profound admiration for the woman Orm had become.

As they walked through the airport, the familiar sights and sounds of Bangkok swirled around them. The chatter of vendors, the honking of tuk-tuks, the scent of street food - it all felt like a homecoming. Orm felt a sense of belonging, a feeling she had missed deeply during her time away.

Both of them sat down at a nice restaurant. They talked about all the things that had happened in their lives since they last saw each other. They laughed and cried as they shared their stories. Ying listened carefully and was proud of Orm for leaving Bangkok and making her own way in life. This choice had made Orm a strong and independent woman.

She hadn't been home in a long time. Her big, beautiful house, named after her by her dad, was all alone. She missed her family and the happy times they had there. Her mom wanted her to buy a new place, a condo, but she didn't want to. She realized that her house was already perfect. It is hers, and it was full of memories. Now, she is back. The house was closed up, but it still felt like home. Orm knew she wasn't just coming back to a building, she was coming back to a part of herself she'd been missing.

As she entered, the lights automatically flickered on. The scent that wafted around her was so familiar, so comforting. It brought a wave of nostalgia, and sighed. "Ah, I miss home."

Ying let out a low chuckle as she surveyed the familiar space. "I've been checking your house twice a week, making sure everything's alright." She said then continued, "And I even hired someone to clean every other week, so you wouldn't come back to a dusty mess."

Orm, her gaze lingering on her cousin, gave a grateful nod. "Thank you, Phi, for taking care of everything while I was away."

The older woman waved her off, a warm smile on her face. "Don't mention it. Let's go and check out your bedroom. I've already made sure everything's in order." She then picked up Orm's luggage and handbag. Together, they ascended the stairs, heading towards the bedroom.

Orm pushed open the door to her bedroom, her heart skipping a beat as a wave of pink welcomed her. The air was thick with a fruity scent of roses, a sweet, heady perfume that mingled with the faint aroma of vanilla and something else, something that smelled like love itself. Her eyes widened in disbelief. Her bed, usually a haven of white linens, is now a sea of crimson, a massive bouquet of pink roses overflowing from its center.

She blinked, trying to process the sight, and her gaze swept to the corners of the room. There, suspended in mid-air, were dozens of tiny pink roses, their petals catching the light and casting a soft glow on the walls. Her room, once a sanctuary of calming light gray and white, had become a vibrant explosion of pink. Balloons, a kaleidoscope of pink hues, danced in the air. But it was the letters, crafted entirely from pink roses, that caught her attention.

Her gaze shifted to her cousin, who stood awkwardly by the doorway, a silent observer to the scene. She met Orm's eyes for a fleeting moment before quickly averting her gaze, pretending to be fascinated by the ceiling.

"Phi? Are you just going to stand there?" Her voice dripped with sarcasm, "How sweet of you to turn my room into a pink paradise."

Ying, fidgeted, scratching her hair. "Ahh... I didn't do that."

Orm frown, her eyes narrowing in suspicion. "Who did this then?" She questioned, her gaze demanding an answer.

Ying, flustered, gestured with her mouth towards the bouquet of roses on the bed. "Ahh... ehh... You better just read the letter in the flower."

Out of curiosity, she walked towards her bed, drawn to the massive bouquet of pink roses that sat neatly in the center. She reached for the rectangular card tucked within the blooms and carefully pulled it out.

Hi.

I know it's been a while, and things haven't been the same between us. But I wanted to say, welcome back to Bangkok.

I've been counting down the days until your return, and now that you're finally here, I feel like I can finally breathe again.

- LLK

Orm's body buzzed with euphoric. Her frown melted into a cheeky grin, her cheeks flushing crimson as a silent giggle escaped her lips.

She bit her lip, struggling to contain her overwhelming excitement. But then she realized she wasn't alone. A cough escaped her lips as she awkwardly composed herself, forcing her grin into a neutral expression.  She glanced back at her cousin, who clearly hadn't missed her earlier giddiness just like a lovestruck high school girl who had just been caught staring at her crush.

Orm's eyebrows danced with suspicion as she locked eyes with her cousin. A smirk played on Ying's lips, confirming her suspicions. "I guess you helped her prepare this."

Ying held up a hand into a peace sign. "Sorry, Nong Orm, Lingling is just really persistent. I couldn't resist her charm. Actually, she was the one who fixed up your room."

She fought back the urge to smile, her cheeks flushed with a mixture of surprise and delight. She truly appreciated Lingling's effort to make this surprise happen. But a new problem arose. How could she possibly sleep in her room now? Every corner was crammed with floating roses and balloons, leaving barely an inch of space for her to lay her head.