BLANK ซีรีส์ 2024 (Original Story)

CHAPTER TWO: Two Similar People

Apart from my inquisitive grandmother, I haven't kicked anyone out of my life in a long time.  Ahh, how long has it been since I kicked someone out? It's been a long, long time. I remembered my best friend who once confessed her love to me because she couldn't stand seeing a popular, sweet-looking tomboy girl chasing me. She was afraid of losing me, so she confessed her love to me before the tomboy could.  And that made me throw her out without hesitation. My friend was so hurt that she disappeared from my life.

I went back to the market and sat here, very bored, because I knew that no one would be interested in making similar caricatures. Maybe because I have too much free time, I remember that cheerful child. I was a little worried because of the harsh words I said to her.  Will she be hurt so much that she disappears like my friend? It's fine if she just disappears, but what if she does something bad? Upon further reflection, I am very concerned.

I'm frustrated now. How could someone I just met make me feel this bad? But since there were no customers, I decided to pack up and get ready to leave. But someone called me.

"Khun Nueng. Is this Khun Nueng?"

The familiar voice made me stop for a moment and slowly turn my head to see who the voice belongs to.

"Chet."

"It's really Khun Nueng."

Chet, my ex-fiancé, whose reputation I ruined by recklessly running away from our wedding just to destroy my grandmother. Now that I see it again, I feel guilty. But that was only for a moment.

"What are you doing here? This is a street market."

With surprise, I saw the former prime minister's son, who should have been walking around at Paragon instead of here. He, on the other hand, looked at all the items in my hands.

"I am here to campaign for votes. I plan to run for office in the next election."

"Are we still having an election?"

I put my hand on my chest to show my disbelief and started shaking my head because this is not what we should be talking about.

"Okay. Let's say I know you're here to campaign for votes. So, goodbye."

"Hey.  Wait, Khun Nueng."

My ex-fiancé's strong hand reached out my arm to stop me from leaving. But as soon as I turned around to give him a sharp look, he immediately let go.

"I apologize."

"Is there anything else you want to talk about?"

"I'm just happy."

"Like? I am surprised.  After what I did to you? You should have told one of your father's men to shoot me."

Chet burst out laughing after hearing that. He quickly said no to that.

"I don't hate you at all."

"Hate me.  Then I will feel less guilty."

I looked at the person in front of me, interpreting every word I said. It's better for him to hate me than to look at me with affection. But come to think of it, we knew each other a while before we were supposed to get married. Or to be precise, we dated according to the wishes of the adults. He's not a bad person.  And I know he really likes me. But like I said, no one in this world is worthy of me. So no matter how good he is, he is not worthy.

"I don't actually hate you.  And I'm really glad we met.  Take this."

Chet quickly took something out of his trouser pocket.  At first I thought it was a gun.

"This is my business card."

"It really is a business card."

"What do you think it is?"

"A weapon."

"Don't joke, Khun Nueng."

"Am I laughing?"

I shrugged slightly.

"Pleased to meet you."

"The pleasure is mine. I'm glad to see you again. I miss you."

"Let's greet each other properly for the sake of courtesy. I have to be somewhere. See you later."