Remember Me

1

"Don't move, stay still P'Arthit"

Arthit whined and sat up straight before glaring at the person infront of him "till when? I am getting tried" he complained.

The person gives him a wide smile "last photo, I promise.......

Arthit Rojnapat blinked opened his eyes, and stayed still on his bed. It was totally silent expect for the sound of the clock ticking. He blinked again and rubbed on his eyes as he thought about on just what he dreamed...is that even a dream? Why he felt that it was some memory he experienced?

"Arthit... You're awake? Bad dream again?" Namtan, his wife asked him. Her eyes staring at him with concern.

Arthit opened his mouth to tell her everything; just like he always shared, But for some reason, he just didn't want to say anything her about this one.

He shook is head and gave her assuring smile. "Not really.." he murmured holding her hand.

Namtan frowned but smiled at him anyway "Well go back to sleep honey, we have to take long journey tomorrow" She said.

Arthit nodded. It has been long time since they visited his parents so he finally took few days off and decides to make a trip to his home town. Hoping to take a small vacation also.

His parents didn't know his plans, he was going surprise them.

With that thought Arthit closed his eyes falls back into sleep, forgetting all about the dream.

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"Nam, did you pack everything?"

"Yeah think I did" Namtan answers him as she walked towards him after locking the doors.

"Well, let's go" Arthit says and takes driver seat, Namtan sits beside him.

"Mom and Dad will be shocked once they see us" She says, smiling. Arthit smiles backs at her and starts to drive.

Arthit was very glad that Namtan became his life partner, he had known her since childhood and grown up as best friends. So he didn't object when his parents fixed his marriage with her.

He loved her, and he can be sure there is no one else other than Namtan for him.

It's just been three months he married to her and moved to Bangkok because of his job. Life couldn't be any more better for him.

Except for those strange dreams...that he feels is not a dream.

Everytime he watch himself being so happy, intimate, without seeing the person's face..nor recognising that person voice.

It just feels like he heard it before.

It just feels like he heard someone say

..... P'Arthit.

"You're silent, what are you thinking?" Namtan voice snaps him out of his thoughts and he shakes his head.

"Nothing.." Arthit said.

Namtan smiles at him in understanding and takes his free hand and entwined her fingers with his.

"Love you Oon" She murmurs.

Arthit felt something in him break as he heard say his nickname that only his mom uses, was it because he don't want anyone else say that except for his mom?

"Me too" Arthit says and gave her hand an soft squeeze.

But Namtan was his wife..she has right to call him that. Even if that thought made sense...

Arthit still didn't understand why he was still uncomfortable.

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