Dont call me small (English Translation)

epilogue

co-translator : ladyfee14

EPILOGUE

The little one and the first cup of coffee

tilin~

"Welcome!" The voice of the receptionist echoed through a restaurant, when the door bells rang indicating that a customer had arrived.

"Hello, what can I serve you?"

"Can I have a cup of hot espresso?"

"Well, espressos are hot," she repeated uncertainly. In general, customers who order espresso are mostly working adults. She seldom sees students order that. And usually it's always someone taller than her. Besides the look on his face, uh...she couldn't help but ask again just to make sure she hadn't misheard.

"Yes, an espresso."

"It's eighty-five baht." After completing the payment, the little boy who is three centimeters taller than last year went straight and waited for his order at the table with a calm expression.

He did not forget to sit on the shelf with a paper on the table to open it, trying to find something good.

He doesn't know why he had such a strange idea. Doing this would mean becoming an adult. Namtarn observed the daily routine of his father and his P'Mangkorn every day until he came to the conclusion that as an adult he should drink coffee. As for the strange attitude. Of course, he was taking the one from his father who always reads the newspaper and drinks coffee at the same time every morning. That's why today, the person ran away from his boyfriend to create a new character. From now on, you won't have round cheeks, Namtarn!

"You've been here the whole time." Namtarn raised his head and glanced at the newcomer's voice before opening his eyes to see that it was his own boyfriend, smiling with a sly look. To others, it might look like a charming smile, but to Namtarn's eyes, this means that the other person was slightly angry with him.

"P... P'Mangkorn, I, I wanted to drink coffee, so I came, I didn't run away," he said with an extremely pretentious expression.

The tall person frowned slightly at the changed pronoun. Normally, Namtarn never uses this pronouns he did today. For the most part, the other party uses nicknames to talk about himself himself, and sometimes may use the I word when he was angry or wanted to beg. Perhaps Namtarn didn't know that the more he talked, the more Mangkorn wanted to squeeze his cheeks, but he stayed where he was. Otherwise, he would be hit!

Mangkorn nodded slightly, and understood, before going straight to take his own order for himself, shortly after the other party returned to the table with hot drinks in both hands.

"Oh, why are there two?" He asked when he saw two cups of hot coffee in Mangkorn's hands where he should have had only one.

"The other glass is yours. I only brought it at the same time."

"Oh thanks." The recipient took the glass from the other's hand. The unique aroma of the coffee was so strong that it is unbelievable that it tastes bitter. Namtarn tried to drink coffee once. He didn't taste it, he should call it a misunderstanding, because at that moment Namtarn almost spit it out because of the taste.

But this time Namtarn was a man who had just turned eighteen. He was ready to become an adult today, he could drink coffee, he wanted to be proud, and say it... but if that was the case...

"Huh, it's so bitter," he hurriedly put down the cup of coffee in his hand before receiving the plastic cup from Mangkorn that had already been sent, as if knowing his boyfriend couldn't drink it. .

The little man hurriedly swallowed a glass of water to empty it down his throat and sighed with delight.

"No, this is bitter. Namtarn won't drink it anymore." He concluded that Namtarn's ordeal only lasted less than ten minutes, ending immediately when the bitter-tasting espresso touched his taste buds.

"Then take this instead." Mangkorn slid the glass with a drink to give it to the other party before taking the troublesome cup of coffee from the other party.

"No, the coffee is bitter."

"This cup isn't coffee. It's cocoa." When he heard it, he took a sip from the glass Mangkorn handed him before feeling a slight sweetness. Which made him smile with delight.

"Yes thanks." Mangkorn didn't reply, just nodded, and then went to deal with his boyfriend's leftover drink.

I told you that he knew everything about his own boyfriend... Maybe what he did today could be because he wanted to imitate him, which would gradually teach him little by little that being an adult is not about drinking coffee, it's about being a reasonable person and able to live in peace with all members of society, and take a step forward to adulthood.

This cafe next door was probably where he first met the little man. It was the place where the story between him and Namtarn happened, which was probably a bad encounter at first. But for Mangkorn, from the first moment he saw his bright smile, it could even be said that he fell in love with him unknowingly. And of course, his story from now on will be a story that will last forever, just like the the story that made Namtarn's family take care of him and love him very much.

In the end, the word forever may not exist in many people's minds, but Mangkorn believes it and that's what sets him apart from others, he will make his and Namtarn's story little by little. Walking slowly but steadily, the two of them will learn everything and not break up with each other. Until finally their love blossoms into a huge tree rooted many meters deep and will never die.

"Taking This Again, Little One"

"Hey. Namtarn isn't that short. Namtarn is 1.66" tall.

It doesn't matter how tall Namtarn is, or whosees him as a stubborn kid who refuses to grow up. But no matter what happens, in Mangkorn's eyes, Namtarn will always be little to him. It will always be like this, and it will never change...

"I promise you."