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"Luna, hurry up, honey! You don’t want to be late for your first day at the new school!" Namtan called out from the kitchen, her voice carrying a mix of excitement and nervousness. She glanced at the clock on the wall packing Luna’s school bag, making sure everything was neatly organized.
It had been only a few days since Namtan and her seven-year-old daughter had moved to Bangkok. After years of living with her parents, their sudden passing had left Namtan overwhelmed with grief. Unable to bear the memories in her childhood home, she decided to have a fresh start in a new town.
Luna came running down the stairs, her small hands fumbling with the buttons on her uniform. "Mama, I can’t fix this!" she huffed in frustration.
Namtan smiled warmly and crouched down to help her daughter, straightening her shirt and fixing the misaligned buttons. “There you go, all set,” she said, planting a soft kiss on Luna’s forehead.
Luna grinned and quickly kissed her mother’s cheek in return. "Thanks, Mama."
“Are you ready for your first day, sweetheart?” Namtan asked gently, though she noticed Luna's nervousness, she was clutching her hand tightly. The little girl’s eyes had betrayed her nervousness, but she nodded.
Hand in hand, they walked to the car and drove to the school.
They pulled up to the school gates of 'Universal School of Education', Luna’s grip on her mother’s hand tightened.
The school’s sprawling infrastructure was intimidating, especially for a little girl who had never stepped foot in a new place. Namtan carried Luna in her arms, feeling her daughter's small body tremble against hers.
“It’s okay, Luna,” she whispered reassuringly walking through the hallways, colorful posters and cheerful voices surrounding them. “You’re going to make many new friends here.”
They finally reached the classroom, a tall woman stood at the front of the class entrance, her back was turned as she addressed the children. The students were chattering excitedly, their energy filling the classroom.
Namtan set Luna down slowly and gently, the little girl clung to her leg, unwilling not wanting to let go in an unfamiliar atmosphere.
The woman turned around swiftly, her eyes scanning the room and landing on Namtan.
Namtan froze, her breath caught in her throat. Her mind reeled as she recognized the familiar face: Film.
Memories from just a few nights ago flashed vividly in her mind.
A small Recap:
After settling into her new home, Namtan’s childhood friend Milk had insisted they take a break from unpacking and grab a drink at a nearby bar. They had barely taken a sip of their drinks when a pretty woman with beautiful captivating eyes approached her.
That woman was now standing right in front of her, here in Luna’s classroom.
Namtan stood frozen her feet rooting on the ground, staring at Film. Her mind raced a million miles, her face had betrayed nothing but the disbelief.
Film, on the other hand, acted like nothing had ever happened between them just a few nights back.
“Luna, welcome to the class!” Film greeted warmly, her voice cheerfully composed. She crouched slightly to smile at the nervous girl, who clung to Namtan’s leg. “Come on, let’s find you a seat, okay?”
Luna hesitated but eventually nodded, letting go of her mother’s hand and walking into the classroom.
Namtan’s chest tightened as Film stood upright, catching her gaze. Their eyes locked brief for a second, before Film smirked giving a subtle knowing look turning back to the class.
As the door of classroom closed behind Luna, Namtan stood there, her thoughts spinning like a tornado. The laughter of children and the buzz of teachers in the background blurred into noise, giving her a pounding headache. Under her breath, she muttered, “Fuck.”
Now sitting at Milk’s small café, Namtan was trying to calm her nerves. The café was warm with rustic décor and the comforting aroma of coffee, was now one of her favorite spots. Milk and her girlfriend, Love, were busy serving customers.
Spotting her friend, Milk handed a tray to Love and walked over. “You look like you’ve been hit by a bus,” Milk said, sitting across from Namtan and placing a steaming cup of coffee in front of her.
Namtan gave her a weak smile, cradling the mug in her hands. “You’re a lifesaver, dude. Thanks.” Taking the sip of the fresh brewed coffee.
Milk smirked. “What’s up with that long face? You look like you’ve seen a ghost or something.”
Namtan rolled her eyes. “Not a ghost,” she muttered, taking another sip. “But... my fling.”
Milk paused, her curiosity piqued. “Wait a second.” She leaned closer, her grin growing mischievous with Namtan's each word. “The girl from the bar? The one we met a few nights back?”
Namtan groaned dramatically, her hand leaving the cup on the wooden table, her head dropping into her warm hands. “Why are you like this?”
Milk couldn’t stop the teasing smirk from spreading across her face. “Oh, come on. Where’d you run into her?”
There was a long pause. Namtan finally lifted her head, her voice was low. “...She’s Luna’s class teacher.”
Milk froze for a second before bursting out laughing, drawing the attention of a few customers. She clutched her stomach as tears sprang to her eyes. “No fucking way!” she wheezed. “Out of everyone in this entire area, the one you decided to hook up with… is your daughter’s teacher? Seriously, Namtan, you are so screwed!”
Namtan glared at her friend, even she couldn’t help the small laugh that escaped her lips, she knew she was doomed for good. “This is not funny, Milk.”
“It’s hilarious!” Milk wiped her eyes. “So, what’s the plan? Gonna keep pretending you don’t know each other?”
Namtan groaned again, she couldn’t help but laugh along with her friend.
Film stood at the front of the classroom, her thoughts still lingering on the events of the morning. The bell rang for break, the children excitedly scattered, talking with their friends, Film remained rooted to her spot. Her eyes landed on Luna, who had come up to her desk, clutching a small notebook. The moment their gaze met, Film’s breath caught in her throat.
The realization hit her like a punch to the gut, Luna was Namtan’s daughter.
Film had always loved working with kids. She had spent years teaching, keeping a professional profile, never once thinking about crossing that boundary with any of her students’ parents. Yet here she was, standing in front of the very person she had a wild night with just a week ago.
The woman who had walked into the bar, caught Film off guard with her charm, and left a lasting impression on her lips to never forget about.
She never expected to see Namtan again, let alone in a professional environment like this. And certainly not with her daughter.
Film felt her stomach twist. She was used to keeping things strictly professional, but who knew that the night they shared had been... unexplainable. In a way, Namtan had shattered Film’s carefully constructed boundaries.
Her friends had dared her to approach someone that night at the bar, challenging her to step out of her comfort zone. "You’ve never kissed anyone, Film? Your life has been so dry," they had teased her. And feeling the sting of their words, Film had reluctantly accepted the challenge, telling herself it was just for funsake she wouldn't endup hooking up with anyone.
Then what? Namtan showed at the bar, all confident and charming her way through Film. Namtan was been sipping her drink, casually observing the crowd, when Film finally mustered the courage to approach her. The chemistry between them was immediate, to cause a sexual tension.
Now, Luna was standing right in front of her desk, Film could still feel the lingering warmth of Namtan’s lips against hers. The memory of that kiss the way it had sparked inside her was still vivid.
She would have to face Namtan every single day, as Luna’s teacher.
Film’s thoughts swirled, unsure of how to move forward or even do anything ahead of this. She had always been in control, but Namtan had thrown her off balance. She could feel the weight of the situation settling in her chest.
This wasn’t just a one-time encounter anymore.
This was real life, and it was going to be messy.
She couldn’t help but convince herself to be ready for whatever was about to happen further this encounter.