Chapter 53: The Day the Flower Takes Flight Part I

The speed was probably 120 kilometers per hour now…

As he looked at the speedometer, his right hand grabbed onto a throttle and twisted it in order to accelerate his motorcycle. His gaze then turned toward a bouquet he just bought from a shop in town, which hid inside his black leather jacket. This bouquet of yellow tulips represented liveliness.

He had a helmet on his head that protected his eyes from sunlight and wind. He could see waves and a sea from his side. His body moved past the salty air that carried dust under the protection of the black leather jacket and jeans. Early in the morning, he took a flight from the capital city to the southern part of the country and was now en route to Phang-nga where one of his friends lived.

“Had Nicki not stopped me, I would have brought Tan with me,” he said as he twisted the throttle with his right hand. “I don’t know why she didn’t want to meet us,” he continued.