Kyi Aye - Phone Call

Phone number

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There are many people like him who believe in communism, study in the big city, watch movies, and be interested in women, and never thought that they would be happy in their lives. Among them, there are those who, like him, love the kind of poetry that sees the lips of their beloved in the silver moon and hears the sound of seduction in the wind. There are also many people who, like him, do not really seek the source, but rather follow the scraps of newspapers and papers that are blown by the wind, and do not stop at Yangon, become college students like everyone else, and completely lose their way in politics...

Among them, Ko Phone Khin is a person who wants to be good, who wants to see beauty, who is sensitive to every detail of the heart, who thinks of everything easily in his perception. This is the only characteristic that makes him special, which makes him slightly different from many young people like him, and which prevents him from mixing in his relationships. This is the straight and curved line that fate uses to shape the flower of his life.

However, Ko Phone Khin himself, even in the last moments of his life and the last moments of his clear mind, did not want to accept this situation. He still longed to be as close to an ordinary person as possible. In any case, he still imagined that if he had passed the tenth grade at the age of 15 like everyone else and had the opportunity to continue his studies at college, his wish would have come true. However, he only wanted to accept it, to dream, and to imagine. He came to Yangon as a disillusioned politician, a man who was older than his original life, a man who had lost everything he had believed in and had nothing to cling to, and an unhappy man.

Since he left, he knew that he would not return to his hometown for a long time. He knew that he had already walked for miles day and night with his comrade Sein Htun Aung in the vast fields of the delta city, which he had never visited as a party organizer. He had not had any disagreements or arguments with any of his comrades, even to the point of hitting or kicking. He also had no place to use his reputation for preaching. He still had no doubt that he would join the union when he got to college.

Therefore, in 1948, Ko Phone Khin from Inwa College, who had not thought much about the basic zoology courses that would be taken by those who would become doctors, became a very tired student at the age of 18, having already completed an important chapter in his life.

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"Ko Phone Khin, please, Ko Phone Khin"

Similarly, Aung Tin would call out loudly and urgently, even when he was free. Sometimes he would forget that he had called out himself, and when he got to the person he was calling, he would have nothing to say.

Therefore, Ko Phone Khin never thought that Aung Tin's call was aimed at him, and he didn't take it personally. If he really had something to say, Aung Tin would just call him and come closer. At that time, Aung Tin would still get angry.

“Ko Phone Khin – you are a very intelligent person, what are you doing?”

Ko Phone Khin kept looking at him, trying not to smile. That's why Aung Tin kept praising him as a man of many talents.

Aung Tin actually admired Ko Phone Khin. Teacher Tin. He was also younger. He had never been an active party member like Ko Phone Khin. He had passed his classes regularly and went straight to school. He was still young. He had been involved in Ko Phone Khin’s teachings. He had borrowed and read all of Ko Phone Khin’s books, liked them, and kept them without returning them, so he called himself a communist. At present, he is still much more active than Ko Phone Khin. He was a tireless union leader. “Ko Phone Khin, Ko Phone Khin, Ko Phone Khin.”

Aung Tin, after taking a shower, came to Ko Phone Khin's room, his body covered in sweat and his face wrapped in a towel.

“What are you, a slob? Didn't you hear me calling you?” “The person who didn't hear you is very deaf.” “Why didn't you answer? ” “What did you say?”

"I don't know if we'll be able to form a new union this month. I think we'll have to get our people involved this year. We made a list of names last night, and you have a place."

“Who said I wanted to come?” “Maybe it’s because you didn’t come?” “I don’t want to come.” “Why?” “I don’t think I want to come.”

Ko Phone Khin meaninglessly held up Si Joon's green botany book. In fact, he was just a wanderer, not interested in picking off beautiful flowers one by one to make them look like beauty pageants. He was just trying to find a solution to the problem that he and Aung Tin knew. "Oh, you're not trying to study, you're not trying to be a doctor."

Ko Phone Khin smiled. Then, not knowing what was wrong with his nerves, he let out a loud laugh, his face turning red. Then he turned to the other side and started to feel uneasy again.

Aung Tin stared at him in surprise, his eyes wide open, as if he had thought for the hundredth time that this man was no longer the same as Ko Phone Khin.

“I don’t want to do anything, Aung Tin Ya. I just want to stay like this. I’m lying here and there in bed, with my schoolbook on my chest. I don’t go to school, I don’t play cards. I don’t want to move yet.”

They were quiet. Aung Tin still had a water leak in his body. He entered the room and stood there, his voice cracking. There was a long, incomprehensible bridge between the two of them. They could walk. One day they would reach the other side. But suddenly, it hurt.

Aung Tin said, "Hey, Ko Phone Khin, I'll go get some biscuits in the evening." "That's good." However, Ko Phone Khin didn't go.

As the time for the union formation approached, everyone became agitated. Under the heading “Vote,” the names were listed, and Ko Phone Khin’s name was also included for Aung Tin and his family. Ko Phone Khin seemed to be irrelevant. He didn’t want to refuse Aung Tin outright. He was busy, so if he came by car to pick him up, it was time to drop him off.

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"Then go and see Tin Ma in Inya," Aung Tin urged.

"Isn't it from your city?" "Yes, of course - and you?"

Ko Phone Khin did not say anything. He went to see Awin, who was his cousin and sister. He thought back to when Awin and he had been dating in the city. Their story had nothing to do with the group. They were 7th graders, so they liked each other because they were young. They played, fought, and studied together like friends. Ko Phone Khin was a scholar when he was young, and he taught Awin. He competed with Awin for grades. When he became a party member, Awin developed a strong sense of being an officer's daughter. The two of them were still close, but Awin died of a heart attack. Since they were siblings, they rolled around in Ko Phone Khin's arms and died. Those who wanted to get close to the heart attack and hug them were also in line. Everyone stared at Ko Phone Khin. Ko Phone Khin was not worried. He was not surprised either. Because he had never really loved Awin. He sympathized with Awin's pain. He prayed that he would die soon. After the funeral, he returned to the party and, since there was no one to comfort him, he acted freely. Those who missed him commented in a low voice, “Oh, Maung Phone Khin, since your girlfriend died, you have been a big politician and a big head.” Ko Phone Khin had heard that for a long time. He thought that he had nothing to say or explain. He remained silent.

I don't know if Tin Ma is also a person who is nostalgic, but this time, I just want to encourage the Aung Tin family, whose name is on it, to vote in the union executive election. Tin Ma is a very good person.

Ko Phone Khin didn't bother to listen to me even though I was telling him. Especially since he had the courage to listen and not hear anything, he didn't have to worry. Besides, it was just boring to hear someone complaining about someone who couldn't hurt him.

Ko Phone Khin wanted to go to Inya Hall. He wanted to know how the girls were. He admitted that he wanted to see the beautiful girls. He hoped that it would be relaxing like watching a movie. And he also wanted to visit Inya Hall.

He went with Hla Thaung to Tinma in Inya Saung. Hla Thaung was also a good friend and a native of his own town. Hla Thaung was 3-4 years older than him, but he was in the same class as Aung Tin in high school, so Ko Phone Khin treated him as if he were younger than him. Hla Thaung was simple and plain, but he wrote short stories for random magazines. Ko Phone Khin never liked his stories, thinking they were too old. He liked the occasional poem.

It comes automatically.

"Death is like a sweet tree sap, it is warm when it is deliberately warmed, it is like a warm feeling in the heart,

"I'm not afraid of drugs, so I want to drink it."

However, Hla Thaung is not a person who can smell alcohol, he is not a person who can speak honestly even when a woman asks him, he is not a person who dares to love him even one-sidedly, he is like a cat wearing a blanket and covering his head, he is a person who cannot see with thick glasses and is afraid to do anything. When talking to Hla Thaung, he talks about books. Hla Thaung often brings English books.

Because he was going with such a person, when he met Tin Ma, it was Ko Phone Khin who started the conversation. He could not talk well, he was interrupted. When he had to sit in the Inya Hall for half an hour, Ko Phone Khin was very disappointed with life. He wanted to cry and say, "I am so bored." He saw how his life could be so empty. He could not find beauty in Inya Hall. Is beauty walking with his chest up and his feet up? Is it a proud expression that turns red? Is it a man who calls a girl to bring blood? Ko Phone Khin, who is weak, wants to see the beauty that cools her heart like a flower, the beauty that grows around her. He doesn't want it. He doesn't want it. He wants to see it for a moment and then leave. He just wants to catch the butterfly in his hand for a moment, there is no place to keep it forever. He is also a mother, and he doesn't want to move yet. He is so bored. And then he is tired.

I still remember the place, even though I'm done talking.

"A mother-in-law is also in Inya"

"Are we citizens?"

"Oh... don't you know Ma Sein?"

"Tin Ma asked, raising her eyebrows.

“He is the person who came first in the tenth grade exam in the whole of Burma. He passed the same as you, he is a little younger than us. He got honors in the other four languages ​​except Burmese.”

"I heard."

"I think he took bio too."

Hla Thaung entered.

"Puyawa Sai Yins"

"But I'll see you in chemistry and physics."

Ko Phone Khin was surprised to hear what he was asking, and replied, "I don't attend classes regularly."

"I've never seen it before." "I've never seen it before."

“Oh, that’s right, Ko Phone Khin used to say that no girl pays much attention to him, but I think this girl pays enough attention to him.”

Tin Ma Ma smiled softly. Ko Phone Khin was surprised that he had lost interest in himself. He remembered that it was good to laugh and say things like, “Why should I care, especially if I’m beautiful?” But as usual, it felt too tiring to say this.

"Mother Sein knows you."

Should I be happy about this? Is it normal? Ko Phone Khin didn't say anything. In her life, the girl who was called Ma Sein, who had just started to be known, was a single thread of yarn, a single thread of yarn, a bright color.