I'm waiting on the Rama VIII bridge.
This was the message that Kongpob saw when he arrived at Lee P'Arthit's house when he directly went there after returning from China.
No matter where he walked or where he looked, be it forward, backward, left, or right, all over the bridge Kongpob couldn't his P'Arthit.
With each passing second, his heart tightened more and more.
"P'Ai'Oon!" He shouted. Where are you?
Suddenly a gust of wind came and it would have pushedKongpob below into the sea, as he stood on the edge if not for his Phi saving him again.
"Don't you learn?" Arthit barely finished scolding him and he felt his body being wrapped tightly in Kong's arms.
"Are you that afraid of losing me?" Arthit asked playfully.
"What do you think?" Kongpob put a little more strength into his embrace.
Arthit chuckled and hugged Kong back. "Don't worry. I'll keep building bridges that leads you to me."
"And I like a fool will follow whatever you lay before me."