Nonthaburi Drama: Heated Dispute Between Sombat and Ex-Wife Bua Unfolds

In the bustling heart of Nonthaburi’s Mueang district, a dramatic scene played out as tension flared between an 88-year-old local businessman, Sombat, affectionately known as Pa Den, and his ex-wife, Bua. This heated encounter unfolded on the evening of July 29 at the stroke of 6 PM, right in the middle of Bang Kraso subdistrict. Amidst the chorus of clucking hens and the sweet scent of street food, a police squad rushed towards a report of a fiery altercation.

The arrival of law enforcement revealed a peculiar sight: a car staunchly blocking a narrow lane, swarmed by curious onlookers drawn to this unusual suburban spectacle. Behind the wheel sat Sombat, a stalwart figure in the community and the erstwhile hub of the Nonthaburi Merchants Association, bleeding from a fresh cut on his arm. Beside him, a slightly exasperated caretaker named Nok was locked in a verbal tango with a woman who seemed determined to halt the vehicle’s escape.

Enter Bua, the estranged wife with her own grievances, alleging that she just wanted to collect her personal belongings post-separation. However, what started as a retrieval mission escalated into chaotic pandemonium when she reportedly snatched the keys from Sombat’s car, leading to the unfortunate arm injury he sustained in the struggle. The air was thick with recrimination as police eased the situation by suggesting cooler heads pursue resolution at the local station rather than in the middle of what was becoming a laughable traffic jam.

Under the flickering fluorescent lights of the police station, Bua recited her frustrations like a well-rehearsed soliloquy. She spoke of intolerable late-night escapades to saunas and cafes pursued by Sombat—not something one would typically expect from octogenarian antics—while hinting at a fortune squandered at the hands of another woman. Her dismay at being barred from reclaiming her possessions added fuel to the fire of their persisting estrangement.

Sombat, for his part, held steadfast, refuting entry to his ex until she came armed with a court order and a police escort. According to him, the memory of their last exchange was as raw as the 88,000 baht that had suspiciously vanished from his otherwise unsecured domain. To conscript a legal vendetta, Sombat pledged to press charges of assault against Bua, bolstering his assault narrative with a request for medical documentation as police scratched their chins over the curious tale.

And so, the complex dance of accusations and defenses, tangled as much with emotion as with legality, propels Sombat and Bua forward. While this melodrama unfurled in Nonthaburi, the world spun on, heedless of these deeply personal woes hidden under the orchards of rice paddies and winding thoroughfares.

Elsewhere, the news cycle chimed with its own litany of troubles and triumphs, a backdrop of unrelated events painting the broader scope of life across Thailand. Fiery disputes raged and died in the time it took for a neighbor to misplace a remote, and once the clamors ceased, only the stories remained—whispered through the colorful aisles of markets and drenched in the humid haze of an ever-watchful Nonthaburi twilight.