Chapter 1 (1/2)

Kolab Pailin Nhok Them 47480K 2022-07-22

At that moment,

Surya (a solar deity-G.o.d of the sun) was sitting on his crystal chariot, a

carriage drawn by a pair of horses, circling Mount Semeru in a direction from

east to west through the constellation of the solar system, and thus at its

turn, concealed by the great mount, lost its light and there appeared Savitr

(G.o.d of the sun before sunrise and sunset). At that time, it was the 15th

day of the waxing moon of the month of Karttika in the year of dog, the 4th

year in the 10 year cycle, in 2470 B.E.* Chandra (a lunar deity) climbed up his

silver chariot and started his journey from the west spreading the silver light

all over the earth. Chandra seemed to be smilingly eyeing the roof of a

residence residing the west of Svay Pao market, a dome-shaped market in Battambang

province**. ***

[*based on

lunisolar calendar- November 19th 1926.

**A province in Cambodia

***this whole paragraph literally means after the sun sets on a particular day

on November 19th, 1927, there appeared the moon showering its light…

and under that light, there’s a house.]

The

residence is a type of Khmer traditional house, an old two tiled roof home with

board wall, parquet flooring, and round pillars. At the gable craved with a

wooden sculpture of Reaho Chab Chan* (eclipse of the moon). Under the

sculpture, craved the word “Sereypong”.

During that

night, the moonlight was leaking into the house through the window along with

the cool and refres.h.i.+ng air. There is an oil lamp hanging by the wall, giving

off dim light to the house. Under the light, there is a very skinny old man,

looking bloodless like there’s only skeleton under that skin, resting in the

room. Near the weak old man, there’s a young man who is taking care of him. The

young man’s expression is dull and somber. He has stayed up for 3 days to take

care of the weak old man who is his father.

The sick old

man who is lying unconsciously on the bed is called Cheoum, his surname is

Sereypong. Once in a while, he would breathe a long breathe.

He then opened his eyes and looked around the room. His eyes then locked on the

man sitting near him. That young man is his dearest son, Chao Chet, the future

of Sereypong family. He tried to smile with sadness and to speak with a tremble

voice, “Chet, my dear son! It’s already so late. Why aren’t you sleeping? Go,

go to bed!” Ta Cheoum* urged his son to go to bed, worrying that he will get

sick. Chao Chet** shook his head refusing his father and expressed his sorrow.

He then replied “I’m not sleepy yet, father! Father, have you not taken your

medicine yet? Doctor advised that you have to take your medicine.”

[*Ta Cheoum

– “Ta” = “old man”, Cheoum is the name of the old man.

**Chao Chet – “Chao” = “young man”, Chet is the name of the young man.]

“Medicine?” Ta

Cheoum said in a weak voice in a manner of ridiculing the medicine because he

knew that the medicine can’t help him. He continued, “My son! Father* already

took this medicine many times, did not see how it helps in curing this illness.

This kind of illness, father know it well that. In this kind of situation,

medicine is no better than lake water!

[*older people

usually refer to themselves using their own t.i.tle.]

Before Chao

Chet could reply to his father, a middle aged man walked into the room, found

himself a seat near the patient and asked, “How do you feel today? Are you

feeling any better yet?”

“Oh, Buddha!*”

Ta Cheoum exclaimed the moment he heard what the doctor asked him, he then

replied, “Oh, doctor, my vision already got blurry, I’m sorry I did not notice

you were there.”

Chao Chet,

once he heard what his father said, burst into tears overflowing with sadness.

He turned to the doctor and begged him to help his father.  However, the doctor shook his head in despair

and whispered to Chao Chet, “He can’t make it through the night.”

After that,

Ta Cheoum continued to say with difficulties, “I may not live to see the sun

rises tomorrow. I don’t think this is strange. Death is a natural thing that

ought to happen, no living beings can escape death. As for my body and soul,

they are at ease. I do not have any regret. As for my afterlife, it will be up

to the heaven to decide.” He then turned to his son and leave his message,

“Chet, my dear son! As father will no longer be here, you will have to wander

without stake to depend on like a flotsam floating aimlessly on the river.

Chao Chet’s

words stuck in his throat, he could only let the tears stream down his face and

groveled at his father’s feet. The doctor turned to look at the window, his

eyes filled with tears.

Ta Cheoum

continued his message with struggle, “Chet, my dear son! You have to remember

my words. People believe that prosperity is to be rich with wealth because if

you are poor, people will look down on you. Being poor won’t bring you

happiness, but, my son, father can’t bring you that happiness. But, you have to

remember a proverb Atahi Atanoh Nea-thoh meaning to depend on oneself.

The doctor suddenly

interrupted at that moment, “Ta, don’t lose hope too fast, even though your

illness is serious, but there’s still hope. You still can get well.”

Heard the

doctor, Ta Cheoum provokingly says, “Get well, huh? Doctor, there is no way to

be cured. There’s only death awaiting, this morning, tonight or even now.

Whenever it is, it is not important.”

Ta Cheoum stopped and a moment later he

continued, “Chet, my dear son. Father is poor, do not have anything valuable

for you. After my death, all there is left are this body and advices. My soul

can only rest peacefully if you follow my advices. Also, with the knowledge

that you have gained, pa.s.s the examinations and get the certificate! From today

onward, father can no longer be by your side to support you.”

Chao Chet,

once he heard all the advices, tears continue to fall down his face. He

groveled at his father’s feet and said, “Father! I will remember every words

you said. I will followed everything you have advised. Father, don’t worry