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Aung Bala

The weekend is about to end.

The weekend is coming....

The oil lamp is bright and yellow....

The holiday is coming..

Aung Bala used to recite and sing this little verse over and over again during the Thadingyut season.

Every time he sang that song, his wife, Ma Shwe Chaw, would tease Aung Bala by pouting, hitting him on the back, and twisting his neck.

Why? Ma Shwe Chaw thought that Aung Bala was missing a certain Thadingyut and was trying to be a womanly and arrogant liar.

In fact, Aung Bala, a manly man, had an affair with a certain girl named Matugama during a Thadingyut festival. I sometimes remember that incident.

Now, as the end of the year approaches, I remember it again.

One year, a good uncle, Aung Bala, had to accompany a mission to Europe.

Stranded in England for about a month and a half.

At that time, I met a young man who was beautiful and attractive. Young white men are usually beautiful. However, as the saying goes, white skin, a horse with a black face..., when you look at him from a distance, you only see him as beautiful. When you look closely, the Burmese eyes are rough and rough. The young man I met today is different from all other young men. He has a beautiful face and a beautiful smile. He has beautiful glasses, a beautiful face.

When he met her, Aung Bala was deeply thinking about the concept of love. She was also full of love. Words have passed. Letters have fallen. It will be over soon. There is a small town called Strathfield on the Avon River in England. In that town, the world-famous poet and literary giant Shakespeare was born. In that town, there is a museum that collects Shakespeare's house, Shakespeare's wife's house, the bed where Shakespeare was born, and everything from a kettle to a lighter.

The country also built the Shakespeare Theatre in honor of Shakespeare. The Shakespeare Theatre only shows Shakespeare's plays.

On that day...to be exact...195...October..., the play Romeo and Juliet was being performed at Shakespeare's Theatre.

The world's greatest love story, the world's most beloved couple, Romeo and Juliet, are two young lovers who are separated by their parents' feud, but are reunited in death. The most famous dancers in England, who only dance Shakespeare's plays, performed the love story. When the play ended, all the audience left the theater with a heavy heart for the couple who loved them most.

Aung Bala, one of the spectators, also left the theater, thinking deeply about the profound nature of love.

They came out with their heads down and collided head-on with each other at a bend.

That someone... (as you might think) Saw, Saw is the girl I mentioned. She also came out of the theater, so the girl who was in love... looked beautiful... beautiful... (Oh, just read the paragraph about beauty that I wrote earlier.)

“I'm sorry...” “I'm sorry. It's my fault.” “No, it's your fault. The play was so good that I just kept my head down.”

“It’s my fault, I came here because I was bored…” “No, my fault.” How could I blame such a beautiful girl? While Aung Bala and Aung Lay were having a wrestling match, Aung Lay’s friend took Aung Bala away. Aung Bala’s friend dragged Aung Bala away. Thus, they parted ways before the black horse could reach the field.

The road is still not stopping, it is still happening.

We visited Shakespeare's house, Mrs. Inhartaway's, about a mile from the theater on the edge of West Street.

The thatched cottage, with its small thatched roof, is one of the most famous buildings in England, despite its small size.

The house is famous not only for being the place where Shakespeare's love affair began, but also for the beauty of the house and the beautiful garden and grounds. | When they arrived at the house, Aung Bala's friend, along with the other visitors, followed the guide to where he was taking them. | Aung Bala, however, found the garden more pleasant than the house, and he wanted to think about the heroine in the play and the pretty girl he met outside the theater, so he went to sit under a pear tree in a corner of the garden and gazed at it.

"Hello, we meet again" "Hello, we meet again"

The girl came to Aung Bala under the small tree.

“I looked out the window of my hut in the garden and saw you, and I came out on purpose.” | Alo ...did he come to Aung Bala? “You are more than that.” “I am Burmese.”

Aung Bala enjoys talking to beautiful women. He is very talkative when talking to beautiful women. He not only listens to what the woman asks, but also continues to answer at length.

“My name is Aung Bala. Burma was once a colony under the British Empire. It gained independence in 1948. It is one of the richest countries in the world. It produces gold, rice, and oil. Myanmar’s teak is the best in the world. The only place in the world that has a gem called ruby ​​is in Myanmar.”

And so on and so forth, Aung Bal describes the beauty of Burma. “My name is Ruth, and I am Ruth.”

Aung Bala didn't ask, but according to their polite custom, he told the boy his name.

“Just... the name is cute. If you want to call it in Burmese, you should call it Yu. Yu is the Burmese word for youth, and Yuwa is the Burmese word for youth.”

“More than that, Mr. Aung Bala, oh... it's too long to call you, what's your name? How should I call you? Should I call you Mr. La?”

"No.. no.. no no, the name Mr. La doesn't sound good in Burmese. I want to call you Mr. Aung, but a better name would be Ko Ko without adding any Mr. or Mrs

Yu, who doesn't know if he likes Aung Bala's name too much, is smiling.