Preface

In the dimly lit dining room, Win, his eyes reflecting a poignant blend of sadness and ambition, found himself seated alongside his family—the silent witnesses to an unspoken sorrow. The air hung heavy with unsaid words as they partook in a subdued dinner.

In the midst of the somber atmosphere, Win summoned the courage to express his aspirations. "Father, I aspire to pursue higher education in Bangkok."His declaration punctuated the stillness, drawing surprise from both of his parents. Chakan, Win's father, responded by setting aside his spoon with a resolute "No."Frustration bubbled within Win, and his tone shifted to one of anger. "Why must I bear the weight of my brother's actions?"Fah, Win's mother, sought to defuse the rising tension, her touch gentle as she held Win's hand. "Don't address your father in this manner."Silence descended upon them once more as Win stewed in his unspoken thoughts. Chakan, abandoning his meal, retreated to the sanctuary of his room, followed by Fah. Left alone, Win remained seated, a tableau of conflicting emotions playing across his face, his eyes betraying the presence of unshed tears.Other hand, In the heart of Bangkok, a resplendent green Lamborghini glided to a seamless halt before a charming ice cream café. The door unfurled with a graceful sweep, unveiling the arrival of a commanding presence, known as Nib—a statuesque 22-year-old exuding an air of undeniable charisma. Draped in a gray shirt, three buttons nonchalantly undone, paired with a simple denim jacket and snug jeans, Nib's attire bespoke a confident elegance. His Adam's apple moved with an assurance beneath a finely sculpted jawline, while sleek black Chanel sunglasses shielded the intensity of his gaze. His lips perpetually curved, evoking a knowing smile.Nib's arresting good looks drew the attention of every passerby, rendering him an irresistible spectacle. Accompanied by his friends Sky and Pit, Nib made his way into the ice cream shop, taking a seat at a table. In due course, an alluring server approached them, her presence radiating confidence. In a sultry and playful tone, she inquired, "Which flavor do you desire?"Nib found himself captivated by the woman's allure, his attention lingering on her long legs and the generous curves that her revealing attire showcased. Two buttons on her shirt flirtatiously hinted at a tantalizing cleavage. As she leaned in, she provocatively suggested, "Would you like to indulge in some milk?"Nib, maintaining his magnetic gaze, responded with a hint of mischief, "I do have a penchant for milk."The waitress, with a playful smile, teased, "Why the hesitation?"In response, Nib rose from his seat, closing the distance between them. Leaning in, he asserted, "I never keep anyone waiting."Pit and Sky observed the unfolding scene with a fixed gaze, their expressions betraying no surprise. In a decisive move, the waitress gently grasped Nib's hand, leading him toward the secluded sanctuary of the store room. As Nib stepped into the dimly lit space, a dormant aspect of his primal nature stirred to life, compelling him to envelop the waitress in a fervent embrace. The reciprocity of their connection was evident in the waitress's willing surrender.Within the intimate confines, Nib's passion manifested in a series of sensual movements, as he explored the contours of the waitress's form. Garments yielded to desire, revealing her clad only in a short skirt. Nib, shedding his shirt, remained fixated on her, the air pulsating with the palpable tension of their encounter.Against the backdrop of the store room, Nib's ardor intensified as he engaged in an uninhibited dance of pleasure. Clad solely in a short skirt, the waitress stood in the intimate proximity of the store room, her figure illuminated by the subdued lighting. Nib, shedding his own shirt, cast an unwavering gaze upon her, the charged atmosphere hanging thick with anticipation. The contours of her form were accentuated by the arousal evident in erect nipples.With a controlled intensity, Nib guided her towards the wall, a silent understanding passing between them. His hands moved with purpose under the fabric of her shirt, delicately tracing the lines of desire. The waitress, overcome by the passion of the moment, voiced a plea, "Please do..."In response, Nib's sense of urgency punctuated the air, "I can't wait." The force of his intentions manifested as he pressed her against the wall, navigating the delicate balance between restraint and abandon.Nib gently cradled her thigh, guiding her to settle gracefully onto his lap, their hearts synchronized in a private dance of intimacy. Emerging from the cocoon of their shared moment, the waitress, now visibly cleansed, adorned a countenance that bore the tender mark of passion—a subtle swelling that spoke volumes of their fervent connection.In the quiet aftermath, Nib, with a sense of post-passionate disarray, endeavored to restore a semblance of order. His skilled hands worked diligently to fix the disheveled strands of his hair, and he meticulously adjusted his belt.Sky gazed in astonishment at the unfolding scene. "Nib is such a force of nature!"Pit concurred, a touch of concern in his voice. "She's quite affected. I believe she needs a few days off; she can barely walk properly."Drawing near, Nib beckoned them. "Let's go!"Pit and Sky hesitated, voices tinged with desire. "But we haven't had our ice cream."An annoyed glare from Nib urged them to move, and they reluctantly left the establishment. Pit, attempting to impart some wisdom, remarked, "You should have been more considerate with her."Sky added, "She was visibly flustered and having trouble walking."Nib, with a mischievous smirk, responded, "I am a favored child of fate. She made her intentions known, and I graciously accepted.""It was my duty to satisfy her soul," he added, prompting laughter from Pit and Sky, who encouraged him to continue.As they made their way to Nib's car, Mew, Nib's girlfriend, approached and embraced him. Kissing his face, she suddenly noticed scratches on his neck and inquired, "What happened here?"Nib, caught off guard, fell silent. Pit chimed in, creating a tale on the spot. "There was a ferocious cat that got hold of him..."Mew, concerned, exclaimed, "How?""My poor baby! Thank goodness it didn't scratch your handsome face."Nib smirked, tightening his hug around Mew. Seated at his study table, Chakan felt the weight of the world on his shoulders. In this moment of quiet contemplation, Win's mother, Fah, approached and gently rested her warm hand on his shoulder, concern etched across her face. "Are you alright?" she asked.Chakan responded with a quiet hum, his thoughts seemingly lost in the depths of his own concerns.Fah, however, dismissed Chakan's words with a compassionate smile. "Don't mind his words! He's still a child.""But I think we should let him go," she suggested, her gaze turning toward the weighty decision that lingered in the air.Chakan looked at her, a sadness evident in his eyes, and murmured, "What if he?"Fah tightened her grip on his shoulder, her touch offering both solace and resolve. "Whatever happened to him was a twist of fate, but Win has his own dreams.""As parents, we can guide our child, but in the end, the choice lies with them.""Win is much more mature than his age suggests. He will manage," Fah reassured, her words carrying the weight of a mother's unwavering faith.And with shared resolve, they agreed to send Win to Bangkok. In a moment cocooned by the palpitations of uncertainty, Win set forth on a transformative journey from Chang-Mai to Bangkok, driven by the pursuit of higher education. His eyes, reminiscent of profound almonds, harbored a constellation of aspirations, interwoven with the subtle hues of past disappointments. Undeterred by the shadows of yesterday, he stepped with resolute fervor onto a trajectory etched by his ambitions, finding his place within the storied halls of marketing management at the esteemed Bangkok City College.Within this unfamiliar landscape, a lone wanderer, unmoored and devoid of connections, yearned for a sanctuary to claim as his own. His desperate quest brought him to the hallowed corridors of the university, where he sought refuge from the tidal wave of academia, only to discover every seat occupied. Laden with luggage and disheartened, he exited the office, gaze surrendered to the ground, uncertainty swirling within like an unpredictable sea.Fate, in its capricious dance, guided him towards an unforeseen collision with a stoic pillar, eliciting an involuntary exclamation of pain as hands instinctively cupped his head. Yet, amid this unexpected encounter, his attention shifted to a nearby poster—an open door to possibilities. The image depicted a woman, a kindred spirit willing to share burdens and offer solace to a fellow seeker. Her dwelling, not far from the university's domain, whispered promises of comfort. A tentative smile, a spark of newfound optimism, curved his lips as he set forth with renewed purpose.Venturing onto the paved path, he extended his arm, signaling the passing taxis. Yet, they turned a deaf ear, each vehicle a silent procession, evading his desperate plea. Amid this futile choreography, he whispered, weariness lacing his words, "(Chokh mị̀ di) such misfortune."After an eternity of waiting, a reluctant taxi's pause drew a weary smile upon his lips.Within the confines of the taxi, Nib manifested, materializing like a shadow in the vehicle. Win's surprise solidified into a vocal protest, his words cutting through the air with a sense of urgency, "Heyy, mannn, I booked this taxi. Get off!!"Undaunted by the burgeoning tension, Nib's demeanor remained steadfast, a tableau of unruffled composure. Lowering his sunglasses with a deliberate finesse bordering on artistry, his hands engaged in a subtle ballet, tracing the contours of his well-sculpted frame. A meticulous adjustment of his hair, every strand conforming under the scrutiny of a mobile screen, portrayed an embodiment of calculated coolness. His response, a dance between velvet and steel, resonated softly with unwavering resolve, "Regardless of the circumstances, the present is under my dominion. Seek another vessel for your journey, and rest assured, the fare shall be mine to bear." A subtle movement, the flex of an Adam's apple, mirrored the unyielding determination embedded in his proclamation.With a devious glint, Nib smirked at Win. Instructing the driver, he hurled 1000 bhat at Win's feet as the taxi sped away. Win gave chase, desperation in his steps, but the taxi vanished. In the midst of the road, a primal roar escaped him, "You B******d, A******..."With sheer determination, Win embarked on the address, his hands gripping the reins of a horse-drawn carriage, steering his course toward the enigmatic address proclaimed on the poster.The edifice stood weathered and imposing, a tapestry of age and magnitude woven into its very being. Bound by circumstance, Win's tentative knuckles met the door's weathered surface. Moments passed, and a door swung open, revealing Kimshy—a woman in her 39th year, the embodiment of a mature allure, cascading hair, sculpted grace, and elegance that defied time's touch.Win stood before her in awe, his voice carrying a blend of wonder and respect, "Sawat-dee-kharp, are you seeking a pain guest?"Kimsy's response was measured, her eyes reflecting curiosity, "Hmm, yes. Are you inclined to dwell here as a pain guest?"Win's voice resonated with sincerity, his circumstances laid bare, "Indeed, I find myself without kin, and the university's residences are fully occupied. With your gracious permission, I could find a haven here, and rest assured, I'm willing to compensate you generously."Kimsy's response, a symphony of polite diplomacy, held a gentle caveat, "Why linger at the threshold? Step inside. Yet, a condition prevails: you'll share in the household's duties. In return, your sustenance shall be woven into your stay, a kindness freely extended."Win's gratitude danced in his words, "Your benevolence humbles me, Aunt Kimshy. K̄hxbkhuṇ māk."Kimshy's laughter echoed with warmth, a secret exchanged in a whisper, "Call me Kimshy, a title that shields my age from prying eyes. It's our little secret..." A chuckle rippled between them, an unspoken camaraderie bonding them in shared mirth, a moment woven into time's fabric.