Kyi Aye - Maung Ko Ko and Myananda

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"Hey... the house I've been waiting for has arrived," Daw Yu Yu Khin said. U Than Tint nodded as if he was doing his duty, and shuffled the 13 cards in his hand again.

Ko Tin Maung asked in a slightly trembling voice, “Has he come? Is he?”

Then he laid the cards face down on the table and lit a cigarette.

Ko Hla Oo, who hadn't been down all day, shook his head but smiled and said in a calm voice, "I'm just looking up, I can't see the road."

Dr. Khin Aye Yi said, “Are you expecting Joker? Are you expecting the boy who just arrived? Are you expecting Shwe Bo, your mother-in-law’s daughter who will arrive.. huh?” and laughed out loud as he always did.

Dr. Lin, who was thinking about it, let out a sigh, his lazy, dull eyes widened, and he silently chanted, "My sister, My sister, My sister, My sister," without making a sound, only his lips moving, as he silently chanted from his heart.

Myananda's half-timbered car passed under the elephant's gate and stopped in a shady alley. I heard the door click open and close again. I heard the sound of high-heeled shoes, and again I heard Myananda's voice. I opened the front door.

Yu Yu Khin, who opened the door, was the one who greeted Tin Kyi, who had been born all his life, with a soft smile. Myananda had these things. Tin Kyi, who was also a woman, was not a man who would eat rice while looking at the beautiful clothes and the graceful manner of the Pindaing San. I don't know if even my own wife would like it. Even if I saw the person who had been serving me all my life, she had never been so happy. Daw Yu Yu Khin knew that her face had immediately become older than her age. She changed her mind to a new and improved face. In fact, the doctor, Myananda, would have filled their face with my own face. It was difficult to get a crowd on that Sunday. If the Chinese brother who usually came didn't come, the party would have been canceled. Their brother left that day. The two young men rode a horse and went to find Shin Muadun. I don't know if they were looking for him. Daw Yu Yu Khin's face has really brightened and her old age has diminished a bit. It's great. Ko Hla Oo's friend Ko Tin Maung, who came from Mandalay, came to visit. He said he hadn't played for over twenty years, that he was a painter, and that Myananda was so famous that he wanted to see him play. He was so patient.

Men are like that. But what does Myananda have that is better than everyone else?

Daw Yu Yu Khin remembered that she had first seen Myananda about twenty years ago. Back then, Daw Yu Yu Khin was not like this 170-pound body. She was red with dye////

Maung, Ko Ko and Myananda were not with curly hair. Really. Yu Yu Khin and I had also been among men with white hair. Yu Khin's small, rose-shaped lips had always fascinated everyone. Her large, well-developed breasts had even been suppressed by a tight bodice. I thought she was about the same age as Myananda. However, Myananda was in her final year of BA when she entered university as a freshman. At that time, failing the tenth grade several times was not as popular as it is today, but Yu Khin failed three times. And she never passed any exam. She had no interest in reading. She had no student spirit. She had only the spirit of a commoner.

Myananda has been famous since school. Being the daughter of a king, she must have been more famous than she should have been. What

She is beautiful. Oh... she is beautiful. She is a Rakhine woman, with dark skin and a fair complexion. Her lips are not as small as Yu Khin's lips. Overall, I don't want to deny that she is as beautiful as a rose that has just bloomed this morning. But she is not as graceful as the Burmese girls and women in the countryside. Isn't she famous for dancing with men at parties?

Although she was not close to the famous Myananda in the past, Daw Yu Yu Khin now sits on the same level as U Than Tint, the wife of the forest minister.

When they met again, Myananda learned that she had never seen Yu Yu Khin at school. “Oh, Yu came to school very late. Myananda and I were seniors back then. Yu still had the ability to play with her hair in two braids without losing her childishness,” she said, still pretending to be young.

If possible, she would like to say, “Yu went to college before she was old enough.” But she is a little shy of her husband. And it would be difficult if someone like Ko Hla Oo supported her. She also shared a room with Dr. Khin Aye Yi for a month, and Khin Aye Yi would laugh and talk openly.

He once said in a group chat that Myananda was not as tall as Khin Aye Yi. (While they were waiting for Nanda, the handsome Ko Hla Oo, the Chinese-speaking young brothers, the fantasy writer Lin Htin, and even the people at home were all saying how beautiful Myananda was. The Himalayas were full of praise.) Then Khin Aye Yi, the bodybuilder, joined in and everyone laughed. How beautiful is Myananda really?

I have been wanting to be a girl all my life, and I have only one thing to do, from dawn to dusk. That's all it has to be. Myananda is quite thin. She only weighs 130 pounds. She is 5 feet 4 inches tall, which is quite tall for a Burmese woman. She has a smooth body and is very graceful. I think she is beautiful when she is fair, but not too pale. Myananda's hair is also curly. Her eyes and eyebrows are dark. Her nose is also sharp.

But her jewelry is flying, sir. It is unusual to wear sapphires, rubies, pearls, diamonds, and even small gold coins on a chain bracelet. It is also unusual to wear silver mixed with amethyst and make a single piece. She is a very beautiful woman. She can afford it. She also has two children.

Daw Yu Yu Khin stiffened, straightened her face, smiled, and greeted her with, "Hello... Madam Myananda Kyaw, we've been waiting for you for a long time."

Look. The way you enter the room is like falling leaves.

It was like she was floating in the air like a princess. It was amazing how she came in so casually with those high heels underneath.

It's good. Even in this day and age, she still wears Chanel perfume. Her husband has to go abroad every now and then. But her husband dresses up Myananda like a doll and keeps her in the living room. What a dream.

Daw Yu Yu Khin's face was set and her chest was tense. At home, Ko Tint must be a puppet. Ko Tint can only be held by paying five kyats here and there. How can she? How can she be like Yu Yu Khin and Myananda? Myananda's husband is number 2-3-4, and there are many unexpected things. And even the worldly singer Ho Hama has been invited to the house for six months.

“Mya Longyi is beautiful,” he continued. He no longer felt any sadness or regret, but instead felt pity for Myananda. He forgot that he was not satisfied with his childless life. He also felt embarrassed to call Myananda beautiful. He remembered that earlier he had not even wanted to call her by her name, but had simply called her a fairy.

"A beautiful person wears something beautiful, but if you wear something beautiful, you have to be beautiful in everything, right?" he said, turning to Dr. Khin Aye.

Dr. Khin Aye Yi saw Myananda walking in without seeming to hear him. The artist, Ko Tin Maung, leaned on the cards that were lying face down and puffed on his cigarette, looking at Myananda in astonishment through the smoke. Did he want to say, “Hla-ret pa pae bya?” And he wanted to say something else. What, what did he want to say? Myananda was the doctor’s madam joe, or the aunt of a 16-year-old college student.

What else is there to say? Ko Hla Oo, who always looks at women with a lustful expression, like he always does when he sees them, wants to go to bed with them. What does a person like Ko Hla Oo have to lust after? I don’t think there is anything. Myananda’s breasts are only half the size of Yu Yu Khin’s breasts that have never been breastfed, who now weighs over 170 pounds. Lin Htin, as everyone knows, has been obsessed with Myananda all his life. He dreams of Myananda. Look? The lazy look he had before has disappeared. His eyes are beautiful. He is still really obsessed with Myananda. He is still able to make people addicted to him. He is smiling and smiling. He has not said a word to me yet, coldly. Ko Tint… Ko Tint, Her husband suddenly got up from his chair, looked at Myananda with a curious expression, then lowered his eyes as if he didn't dare to look any further, and reshuffled the 13 new cards.

"Now... Ko Tint, get up. Myananda hasn't arrived yet, so I'll let you go to his house. Come here. Let's see if my wife and I have two jokers," Daw Yu Yu Khin said cheerfully.

However, no one has suddenly made any moves regarding the card game.

After a moment, Dr. Khin Aye Yi turned to Daw Yu Yu Khin and said, "I don't know what medicine she took to make her look so young. Will she never grow old?"

"Look at the way you're wearing the white and pink shell. With the pearl necklace, I'm going to try wearing it like that too. I don't know how it will turn out. Haha. Haha. Haha," he laughed out loud.

Daw Yu Yu Khin threw her card down on the table.

“Now.. when Myananda came in, we forgot about the food and the dishes. Oh.. the painter also turned over all the cards face down, so how can we play this game? Okay, Ko Tint, get out... get out. It hurts to play two houses. You come here. Oh, pull up a chair over there. And don’t look at me sideways and scold me for my big belly and double chin,” he said, “Now... let Ko Ko Ngan’s Myananda sit down. Oh, can’t you control your own man?” he said loudly.

Look. The four young men got up, and the Queen was about to enter. Even my own people were still flirting. Men lusted after me superficially. (Does Myananda think she would cook good food for a man like me? She was too afraid that her pink nails would fade. And she had sent her son to college, and her little daughter was being a maid. They were driving around in a car. They were treating the little princess who was being a maid as precious. The artist pushed her into a chair. The writer lit a cigarette. Myananda lit a cigarette and stood up. If Myananda nodded, everyone would stand up. No one would look back. She was just a bad person. She was too controlling.)

But Myananda, who is dressed up and drives around in a car, is worth nothing other than beauty. She is seen at parties. She and her husband are inseparable. They come and go together and never return together. There are also foreigners around Myananda. She is accompanied by her cousin, a Rakhine Englishman. They look suspicious. The boy is also a slave who is forced to plow. Now, where is this boy?

; Maung, Ko Ko and Myananda “Well.. when Myananda came in, we forgot about the food. Oh.. the painter also turned over all the cards face down, how can we play this game? Okay, Ko Tint, get out... get out. It hurts to play two houses. You come here. Oh, pull the chair over here. And don’t look at me sideways and scold me for having a big belly and a double chin,” he said, “Well... let Ko Ko Ngan’s Myananda sit down. Oh, this doctor can’t control his own man anymore?” he said loudly.

Look. The four young men got up, and the Queen was about to enter. Even my own people were still flirting. Men lusted after me superficially. (Does Myananda think she would cook good food for a man like me? She was too afraid that her pink nails would fade. And she had sent her son to college, and her little daughter was being a maid. They were driving around in a car. They were treating the little princess who was being a maid as precious. The artist pushed her into a chair. The writer lit a cigarette. Myananda lit a cigarette and stood up. If Myananda nodded, everyone would stand up. No one would look back. She was just a bad person. She was too controlling.)

But Myananda, who is dressed up and drives around in a car, is worth nothing other than beauty. She is seen at parties. She and her husband are inseparable. They come and go together and never return together. There are also foreigners around Myananda. She is accompanied by her cousin, a Rakhine Englishman. They look suspicious. The boy is also a slave who is forced to plow. Now, where is this boy?

Maung, Ko Ko and Myananda said, “Now.. when Myananda came in, we forgot about the food. Oh.. the painter also turned over all the cards face down, how can we play this game? Okay, Ko Tint, get out... get out. It hurts to play two houses. You come here. Oh, pull the chair over here. And don’t look at me sideways and scold me for my big belly and double chin.” He said, “Now... let Ko Ko Ngan’s Myananda sit down. Oh, can’t you control your own man?”

Look. The four young men got up, and the Queen was about to enter. Even my own people were still flirting. Men lusted after me superficially. (Does Myananda think she would cook good food for a man like me? She was too afraid that her pink nails would fade. And she had sent her son to college, and her little daughter was being a maid. They were driving around in a car. They were treating the little princess who was being a maid as precious. The artist pushed her into a chair. The writer lit a cigarette. Myananda lit a cigarette and stood up. If Myananda nodded, everyone would stand up. No one would look back. She was just a bad person. She was too controlling.)

But Myananda, who is dressed up and drives around in a car, is worth nothing other than beauty. She is seen at parties. She and her husband are inseparable. They come and go together and never return together. There are also foreigners around Myananda. She is accompanied by her cousin, a Rakhine Englishman. They look suspicious. The boy is also a slave who is forced to plow. Now, where is this boy?