Kyi Aye - Buy dirty clothes

Buy dirty clothes

"If it was true that the world was a big world of sex..." Than Kyi thought. Men and women of all sizes and classes were in the world of sex, but they were all the same, just like Japanese dolls. Oh... Since they had to become people in the world of sex, they had to eat 00 rice," Than Kyi thought, and he was shocked.

Than Kyi stared at himself in the mirror again. The long, full-length mirror showed a dark-skinned woman with a pale complexion. Than Kyi rarely looked at his own face. The reason was that his face was not pretty. His round face had no beautiful features, no nose, mouth, eyes, or eyebrows. Unfortunately, everything was fine. Than Kyi's body was very slender and slender... It was not elegant, but I don't know if it was because of his appearance or his attitude, but it was painful. He wore a short, organdy dress that showed off his skin tone, with a bodice that was tied at the waist. The dress was tight, and when he pulled the button, it was lined with stripes. But he wanted to leave one button undone, so the chest was curved like a half-moon. Than Kyi's beauty was just that. She had large, rough hands and feet. Her fingers were wrinkled and short. Her nails were pointed and pointed. Her toes were very dark, covered with calluses, and spread out. They were not clean, but... Than Kyi didn't care about these things.

Than Kyi did not value beauty. She had only one moral principle. Than Kyi was just a woman who slept with all kinds of men. If she had a body, it would be great. Than Kyi could not get enough of the body that fed her. After lying down all day, she stretched out her tattered shirt. She adjusted her red and yellow flowered, limari longyi and wore her traditional bodhi bati. Only because her waist was small did she not fall. Then Than Kyi started combing her hair. Outside, the rain was pouring. Listening to the rain was boring. There was nothing special in life, only the same things. She didn’t want to watch movies or plays much. Money was also expensive. She had to save up the hard-earned money. Only then could she live peacefully. After finishing her head, Than Kyi was drowsy. It was a blessing to be drowsy and sleepy. I came here with a little bit of a feeling of sadness. Talking about the neighbors, about cooking dinner tonight, and about going to the Kyinchi festival at the Sule Pagoda Festival tomorrow.

Than Kyi looked at the front door. It was quiet. The doors were open. There were four men in the front door. The oldest man was a clerk named Ko Tin Hla, who was about thirty years old. He called himself a young man and was a very arrogant man. However, he was very arrogant. Than Kyi smiled and did not smile back. Even when he drank, he drank too much. The girls he was with were young and spoke English well. However, Than Kyi thought that if he did not get the chance, he would still have to face him. He would never get revenge. The Rakhine, who seemed a little younger than Ko Hla Tin, was a cold-blooded man. Was his name San Htun Hla Kyaw, Kyaw Htun Hla San, San Hla Tun Kyaw? He was always the same, he could not remember. Than Kyi compared the old man to a big piece of wood. Although he was a peaceful old man, he was a young man, Than Kyi, who was known as the real one, knew. Than Kyi didn't care about him, and didn't do anything to him. He didn't even know what he did. He was about the same age, with dark skin. The small, thin, and hunched man was Aung Khin, a college student who was close to Than Kyi. Than Kyi was surprised by Aung Khin.

He doesn't go to school regularly, the exams are very difficult, and if he passes, he hardly passes. He doesn't take care of his clothes, he wears a long-sleeved shirt, but he doesn't know what to wear, his head is round, and his face is like a little girl with no hands, but if you look closely, you can see that he is a stubborn and stupid child with wrinkles on the corners of his lips, dark eyes, and forehead. Aung Khin is now happy with money. He doesn't treat Than Kyi like a job. He gives him fifteen kyats for free. But when he doesn't have money because of the penny, Than Kyi counts it as a debt. Aung Khin doesn't seem to mind anything, he knocks on the door if he wants. If he doesn't want to, he makes a big face and acts sullenly. Anyway, Aung Khin is a great man, may he live long. The other one is Maung Maung, a violinist. Maung Maung is a man who has left his wife and children behind and is stranded in Yangon. Maung Maung Maung was born with restless fingers. His fingers, when they were not playing with the strings of a violin, would play the cards. When he woke up, he would play. He would lie on his back on his bed, which was next to the front window, and count the cards. Ko Maung Maung was a handsome man. He would just look at Than Kyi with his captivating eyes. And then he would do nothing. His blood would run cold. He would just stare at her with his captivating eyes and just stare. Than Kyi tried. But he never knocked on the door. He only met them through Aung Khin. Than Kyi thought they were all much higher than him and was not very brave. However, once in a while... he saw the shades of the opposite sex, men, in them, which was encouraging. She saw that they wanted her, a real woman. Even the Rakhine had a bad time. Ko Maung Maung also felt warm. They just have their own little doors that they believe in. Than Kyi was surprised by Aung Khin. Then, according to her truth, the world is a big box of sex,

"Oh.. I'll have to cook some rice..." Than Kyi groaned and moved away from the mirror. When he got to the kitchen, he could smell the morning's dishes. He wondered if there would be any dishes when Lin Taw Maung returned. He was also saving money for shopping, so Than Kyi prepared to make a small bowl of sauce.

So, I had to chop the chili, chop the onion, and chop the dried shrimp. I was about to finish everything and cook, but there was no oil. There was only one thing. Ko Maung was a very spendthrift. He had to find a way to make money. How he spent it... was not a good question for Than Kyi. If he asked, they would have had a fight. Now, without saying a word, they had finished eating. Than Kyi just said. The reason for the opium that Htmi had eaten was because of the house over there.

The story of the two girlfriends going on a date at Aung Thwe Daw Mya's house, and what they saw when they peeked through the wall with a torch. Mya Maung said, "Yes...Yes," and after finishing his meal, he bit into the pieces of bread in his shirt pocket. "Mya Maung," Than Kyi called out as he cleared the table.

"Hey," he replied. "You know, in the morning?" Than Kyi asked. "Yes," he replied. "That girl over there is a white girl... Do you know the girl who was walking around the street wearing a layer of a silk shirt without a bodice?" Ko Mya Maung pretended not to hear.

"That's what happened when he got into a rickshaw and locked himself in his house with the door closed. The rickshaw driver came up and asked for money, but he couldn't find it anywhere. When I asked for kyat, he pointed at me with a sharp look... Ah..."

Than Kyi and "Kongma Phyu Phyu" are rivals.

"You're welcome," Ko Mya Maung interrupted after a while. "Oh... what... unfair?"

"Have you ever done it?"

"I don't do it without money." In Than Kyi's eight-story apartment building, there was a staircase at the back, one at each end, and a long fence around it. Each door was entered from the back. Whoever wanted to enter either door had to go up the stairs on the other side or the stairs on the other side. After going up the stairs, they disappeared as soon as they entered the door they wanted to enter. The rickshaw driver came up the stairs, but he didn't know which door to enter and ask for money.

"Now... people from the other side of the street are coming to our street and going up the stairs on this side and down the stairs on that side. They're just doing this. Even if we want to take a rickshaw, we can't. If they tell us which way to go, they won't follow."

And so the night passed. When it was dark, Than Kyi lit twenty-five candles with a blue flame. Their little room was a dark forest. The atmosphere of the night was mysterious and mysterious. Than Kyi was happy and content. He took a short cigarette from the rat trap and lit it. The noise of the night market from the street outside was deafening. Than Kyi felt like going out. He mingled with the people.

He wanted to walk. His eyes were wide and sharp. "Let's walk," "I want to sleep..." he said. Ko Mya Maung went to bed. "It's not even nine o'clock yet." Than Kyi was far from the front window. The lights in Ko Hla Tin's house were very bright. They were making more noise than usual. Ko Maung Maung was also busy and joining in the conversation. The Rakhine was quiet, and Than Kyi, with his good eyes, saw the expressions on all the men's faces. "Where is Ko Aung Khin's child...?" Than Kyi's curiosity arose and he wanted to know what was going on. They were not arguing as usual. They were not fighting. Oh.. Ko Hla Tin's tone

I heard it. Than Kyi looked at Ko Mya Maung. The husband was lying face down on the bed, motionless. He had a cigarette in his hand, not yet lit. "I'm going to go to the front door. I don't know what happened. I don't know if Ko Aung Khin or not was stabbed," he said, and went down the back stairs. .

Some of the lower floors of the barracks were closed, only the shoemaker's shop and the two printing houses were still working with the lights on. Than Kyi arrived in a short time, breaking through the shadows and lights of the night.

When they found an excuse for Ko Aung Khin to come to the house, they dared to come. Than Kyi, with all her intelligence, made a face like a face and asked, "What are you doing...?" She was not laughing, but was trying to be funny. Ko Hla Tin said nothing... He looked at Than Kyi with a disgusted expression, forgetting to show his displeasure. Ko Maung Maung stood there rubbing his palms together. The Rakhine man said hesitantly, "I'm not doing anything. The little guy is drunk."

Than Kyi was worried and said, "Oh... Ko Aung Khin, you're so stupid." He stepped forward. The little boy was indeed dizzy, and vomit was dripping from his mouth onto his chest. He moaned and shouted, "I'm drunk...I'm drunk." The cars were also very noisy. But Ko Aung Khin was okay.

The boy looked even younger than Aung Khin. Aw... he was just a child. His mother would be so surprised if she saw him... Than Kyi was shocked. It was a sight that was familiar to her, but she had never seen him so young and innocent. "You son of a bitch," Ko Hla Tin scolded. "Well... I'll go get his things," said the Rakhine chief. Ko Maung patted the boy's head and called, "Hey, Win Maung, Win Maung."

Than Kyi didn't know anything, but he was ready to help. "Win Maung Lay," he said in his mind. He loved the beautiful, delicate face of a young girl. Win Maung Lay.

Then, a person appeared in front of the house. It was Than Kyi. He was standing at the front window. Win Maung didn't pay attention to her. He thought he would smile if their eyes met. Than Kyi was a little calmer. He was also dirty. Seeing Win Maung's innocent, childlike face, he felt guilty.

She investigated everything she could about Win Maung, and she was drawn to Ko Aung Khin. But he didn't want to say anything, "Don't be jealous of the boy." She said, "I'm sorry." Than Kyi felt sick inside. Even with all the pain in his heart, he was still interested in the boy. He also spoke to his wife in a quiet voice. "Ko Mya Maung, where is that boy from... He looks like a rich man's son, he doesn't take off his clothes." Ko Mya Maung rolled his eyes. Than Kyi trembled slightly. "This boy will be ruined if he gets involved with those guys," he worried.

The boy used to go out with Aung Khin. Than Kyi was not happy anymore. She looked for an opportunity. So one day she met him. "Come to our house, if you are bored in the afternoon, I will be with Aung Khin," she said. Than Kyi's voice was cracking. And his face was half dark and half smiling. Win Maung first frowned. Then he smiled and asked, "Are you Than Kyi?" Than Kyi nodded slowly. She didn't know whether to be happy or sad. "I don't like to go out." After fourteen or fifteen days, Than Kyi couldn't stand it anymore and had to go to Wan Maung's house. If he couldn't see Wan Maung close, he would be unable to stay. It was difficult. Than Kyi went to the market as planned in the morning.