This is a continuation of a story of Gold-legged Frog by Khamsing Srinawk which is a part of writing assignment in English class. The story should tell what happened after the father visited the district office and returned home.
Nak hurried through the wet mud with a heavy heart. He was worried sick about his son. He was afraid that his son life is on the edge. His feet were full of blisters of scratches, covered with mud.
Nak, covered with sweat and mud, finally arrived at the yellowish-white, old district. It was crowded with sea of peoples. It was a chaos. Nak had trouble passing through the unfriendly crowd. Finally after struggling with the crowd, there he stood up, in front of the security desk, asking the guy where he could claim his 200 Baht. He stared back at Nak, and then viciously yelled him to get a queue number. Nak was terrified because he saw a mile length queue in front of him. He had no time left; he couldn’t spend another second of his son life. His son’s life was critical.
By the horrifying thought that he would be sent to the jail immediately if he didn’t claim the 200 baht to the village chief. He slowly walked toward at the nearest bench, waiting anxiously. All he could think was the fate of his lovely kids and beloved wife if he was in jail, droplets of tears started running through his cheek. Chatters filled the room.
Nak’s heart was still beating like racing horse, hoping to get home as soon as possible. Two hours had passed, every second felt like a year. He was sitting uncomfortably, his tears drop like a summer rain. He was murmuring all the time. Come on, faster, hurry up please. Whilst praying.
“324,”
The sound seemed so far away, with the hopeless heart, he looked at his yellowed paper ticket. It was his turn. Jump from his seat, he quickly stood up and ran like hell towards the counter.
“It’s me, it’s me, it’s me,” waving his ticket like a flag. “324…324…324!” Nak shouted with all of his breath, trying to beat the crowd’s uttering.
“Sir, where can I claim my 200 Baht?” he asked the officer in front of the counter, excited but cautious, showing him his ticket.
The officer sat quietly and took his ticket. He gave Nak a bizarre, creepy look, and pointed to a creaky old door. Behind the old door, there was an old lady waiting in a small and tidy desk. The lady seems to be busy with old phone, talking viciously to someone. She suddenly noticed Nak standing behind the door.
“Papers!” she shouted impatiently. Nak walked slowly, terrifying with the situation and the “Jail” thought, Nak handed over his document to the old lady. She took it, stamped and slipped 200 Baht below the papers. “Next!” shouted the old lady with her rusty voice. Nak rushed out of the room, and quickly pushed through the chaotic crowds.
Holding the 200 baht in his hand, Nak ran towards home with all the energy left in his skinny body. He ran to his feet. His blisters worsen. He held his pain in his heart. He was determined to save his son, to bring him to the hospital at the city. He arrived at the green paddy field, when suddenly a chill struck his backbone. His heart was filled with bad feeling or bad hunch.
He ran faster towards his home. The silence of the village turned his face pale. Tears were pouring down from his eyes.
“No, please, not my son!” he prayed.
He reached at the door step of his house. So quiet, nothing could be heard. Nak slowly stepped into the house.
A small cry was heard.
He swung the door, there laid his son’s body with a pale, cold face. Nak fell to his knee, with his heart broken into pieces, his mind went completely blank.
Nak couldn’t felt his leg, he couldn’t even stand. He crawled toward his crying wife and dead son. Nak tried to shout, but nothing came out from his throat. He was trying to look his son’s face for the last time. He burst out into tears, hugging his son’s body. The villagers gathered in front of the room, just stood there, not having the courage to calm Nak. Nak turned around to look at the crowd, he then twisted his head, specifically gazed at the village chief with vicious eyes.
“You, GIVE MY SON”S LIFE BACK.” He sobbingly shouted to the chief.
The chief was unable to say anything. He stood there, feeling so guilty to Nak. He regretted for forcing Nak to claim the money while Nak’s son was dying.
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