"Where hearts were racing like dreams"
The playful moments and tender love they shared along the way had filled both their faces with happiness.
Walking side by side, they first entered Yas Mall. The mall was glowing with charming lights, colorful decorations, and a lively atmosphere. Everywhere there were shops, food corners filled with delicious aromas, and the cheerful buzz of people.
Smiling, Richer said,
"Come, Ramish, let's eat something first, then we'll go to Ferrari World."
Ramish nodded in agreement.
They stopped at a food corner.
Richer said,
"Ramish, order whatever you like."
Ramish smiled and replied,
"Won't you order with me?"
Richer laughed,
"No, today I'll eat whatever you choose."
Ramish asked the food counter attendant,
"What is your most popular and special dish?"
The attendant mentioned four special dishes.
Ramish selected two of them.
"How long will it take?" Ramish asked.
"About twenty to thirty minutes," the man replied.
"You can walk around nearby if you like. Your food will be ready when you return."
Ramish smiled,
"Alright."
Then he turned to Richer and said,
"We have twenty or thirty minutes. Why don't we walk around a little?"
Richer laughed,
"We still have to go to Ferrari World. If we get tired, how will we walk there?"
Ramish insisted,
"Come on, just a little walk."
At last, Richer agreed.
They wandered through Yas Mall, looking at shop displays, laughing and moving forward together.
Soon they entered a clothing store.
Richer said,
"If you like something, buy it."
Ramish said playfully,
"Shouldn't we change our shirts? All our pictures will be in the same clothes. Let's change our style a little—what do you think?"
Richer laughed,
"It's not necessary, but if you want, you can buy one and change."
Ramish smiled,
"I mean both of us."
Richer laughed,
"No, my clothes are fine. I don't need to change."
Ramish said,
"No, I want us to wear the same color."
Richer laughed again,
"There you go with your childish ideas!"
Ramish quietly turned away and began looking through the shirts. He picked one that he really liked.
When he showed it to Richer, he also admired it.
Ramish stood in front of the mirror, unbuttoned his shirt, and changed into the new one.
Richer's eyes remained fixed on Ramish's reflection.
Smiling mischievously, Ramish stepped closer and said,
"Button my shirt—I can't do it myself."
Richer shyly buttoned it, his heart beating faster.
Then a staff member said,
"Sir, you can also fix your hair."
After getting his hair done, Ramish came back, and Richer smiled,
"This color really suits you. You look good."
Ramish handed Richer a similar shirt and said,
"Now you go and change too."
Richer refused at first, but finally gave in to Ramish's insistence.
When he returned, Ramish gestured with his hand,
"You look great."
They packed their old shirts.
When Richer tried to pay with his card, the cashier said,
"Sir, the bill has already been paid."
Richer looked at Ramish in surprise.
Ramish smiled, lowered his head slightly, and quietly walked outside.
Richer said with mild anger,
"You paid again! What do you really want?"
Ramish replied softly,
"I want you."
Richer's anger melted into a smile.
"This is a gift for you, from me," Ramish said.
Then they went back, ate their food, and, laughing together, entered Ferrari World—
ready for new adventures and memories.
As soon as they entered Ferrari World, their eyes were drawn to the glowing racing sports cars.
Shining bodies, sharp curves, and the dream of speed—each car felt like a heartbeat brought to life.
Without thinking, Ramish took Richer's hand and pulled him toward one of the sports cars.
Laughing, Richer said,
"Ramish, slow down! We might both fall!"
But Ramish was not the kind to stop. Ignoring Richer's words, he hurried closer to the car.
Looking at the sports car with admiration, Ramish said softly,
"Richer… look how beautiful it is. I wish I could sit in this with you and take a ride."
Richer smiled and said,
"Come, I'll take your pictures with this car."
He stepped back a little and held up his phone.
Ramish, in a playful mood, pointed toward the sports car—
sometimes winking, sometimes making cute little expressions,
as if he wanted to turn these moments into something special.
In every photo, in every smile,
there was a different charm that touched the Richer's heart.
Then Richer came to stand beside him.
Both of them smiled together and took a photo—
a quiet memory, captured forever.
Richer smiled and pointed toward another vehicle.
"Look there… a Formula racing car!"
Ramish rushed to it, staring with wide, amazed eyes.
"It's exactly like the ones we see in the videos!"
Then, teasingly, he asked,
"Can I touch it?"
Richer quickly replied,
"No, no! You're not allowed to touch it."
Smiling, Ramish said,
"I love sports cars so much."
Then his voice drifted into a dream:
"I wish I had a car like this… I would be driving, you would be sitting beside me… the speed would be high, and our hearts would be racing together.
My hand would be on the steering wheel, and your hand would be on mine.
At the finish line, the car would stop, and we would jump with joy—
as if along with the race, I had also won your heart.
You would hold me in your arms and say, 'We've won, Ramish!'
And I would reply, 'Yes… I've won your heart.'"
Richer was silently smiling. In his silence, a whole story was hidden.
At last, he said softly,
"Ramish… come to Thailand. I will make this dream come true for you."
Ramish was stunned.
With surprise, he asked,
"Do you really want me to come to Thailand?"
Gently, Richer replied,
"If you want to come, what is the difficulty? I will take you around there too… and I will fulfill this dream."
Then Richer smiled and said,
"Come on, let's take pictures of the two of us with this car. Then he took pictures.""
Ramish looked deeply into Richer's eyes.
Richer smiled and held out his hand.
"Come, let's move on."
Ramish placed his hand in Richer's.
Together they walked into Made in Maranello,
where it is shown how Ferrari racing sports cars are created in the factory.
They sat together in the ride vehicle.
The car moved through different paths on a magical journey—
where at every turn, Ferrari's story, hard work, speed, and dreams were revealed.
When the ride ended, their faces were glowing with wonder and happiness,
as if they had not only seen cars,
but also a glimpse of their own dreams.
A poem about love:
"Our love story will become something extraordinary…
With time, you too will become crazy for me…"