Khin Hnin Yu - Rose Mattress Short Stories

Body and mind

Ma Shwe Zin couldn't decide whether to thank God or fate. But she must have felt very lucky to have arrived at that mansion.

The host is Mr. Biao. Liu's wife is also smooth and beautiful.

Shwe Zin reaches every room of the house. The fragrance of the house is spreading. The small vases in each room are flowers or incense sticks, I can't imagine. The fragrance cheers up the hearts of the householders.

When she walked into Liu's room, the carpet on the floor was as soft as velvet. Shwe Zin walked, rubbing the carpet with each step. The walls were beige. In Ma Shwe Zin's imagination, if she were the owner, she would paint the walls a pale blue. If the light bulbs were a soft blue, how peaceful the room would be. But her masters were Chinese and used only pink and yellow.

He was a servant only for the Pyu couple. He was the most humble servant in the whole house. He sat at the back of the Liu family's dining room. Sometimes he had to gently swatt away the insects and flies that came in one or two at a time.

The lampshades on the walls were pink, and the light shone like rose blood. The low glass cabinet next to the dining table smelled sweetly of apples and grapes.

After Liu's wife finished eating, he added 3 or 4 drops of OTC to the hand sanitizer.

Everything was amazing for Shwe Zin. He was as comfortable as ever, day and night.

In the evening, Shwe Zin would take the iced strawberries (Nas) and milkshakes, stir them together, and then place them in a glass bowl and serve.

Pyu and his wife were sitting peacefully on the grass in the backyard with wicker chairs. The cool breeze coming from the Inya Lake was also very pleasant.

Shwe Zin placed the fruit bowl on the center table. Then he handed it to his masters with small plates. The big house, which was set back from the lake, looked beautiful in the western sunlight.

Shwe Zin savored the grass he had trodden on. "The grass is soft too."

He was talking to himself. He had just started cutting yesterday, and the grass was green and smooth.

Shwe Zin stood nearby, looking towards Inya Lake.

The white leaves moved gently on the surface of the lake. The water was blue and the shore was green. At one point, the sun shone green. Shwe Zin closed his eyes and fell into a daze for a moment.

The Rose Mattress and Other Short Stories

Every morning, Shwe Zin would go to Pyu and his wife's room first. The Pyu and the Pyu were Americanized Chinese and slept in separate rooms.

A blanket and two bowls of hot milk were always brought to Liu and his bedroom.

He never worked hard and always kept himself neat and tidy. As a result, Shwe Zin became more and more beautiful and smooth over time.

The morning breeze was fresh. He put the bowl of rice on the table and opened the back window of Liu's bedroom. The breeze from the Inya Lake came in through the window.

"Hey, what a nice cool breeze"

Liu said with satisfaction. Shwe Zin remained calm. He went out onto the veranda and looked down.

"Hey roses"

The pink flowers were even more beautiful from above. In his mind, he wanted to be the owner of that house. But it cost a hundred thousand to build that house. A hundred thousand was far from him. But he wanted to be the owner of that house.

How could he become the owner of that mansion? He prayed for eternity to live in that mansion without ever leaving his heart.

Turning back to the veranda, Liu slowly drank the cup of tea. The steam drifted from the bowl to Liu's face.

Shwe Zin approached the table. As usual, he stood there, waiting. Outside, the sun was beginning to shine.

The yellow walls of the room were shining because of the sunlight from the window. The market looked at Shwe Zin's face.

"Your cheeks are like the blood of a rose"

Shwe Zin didn't know whether to smile or what to do. He listened to Liu's words with bated breath. Pyu got up from the chair, grabbed Shwe Zin's chin, pulled it up, and lifted his face. Then he twisted his cheek. But Shwe Zin didn't hurt. He remained still. His chest was heaving and his hands were shaking.

“I am going”

Shwe Zin took the bowl and slowly left the room. He didn't know what was going on in his mind. If he could live in this mansion forever, he would be satisfied with not only Liu's cheek but also his heart.

Liu no longer goes to the parties and hotels that he used to go to every night with Ms. Biao. He is happy at home. He is now having fun with Shwe Zin.

Because of his long stay at home, Shwe Zin became pregnant. Shwe Zin did not remember to be sad about his situation. He did not think in advance to be worried.

But in the end, he was sad. His sadness was not because he had to hide the child.

Pyu begged him. He begged him to leave this mansion and have a child far away. Liu even gave Shwe Zin a lot of money. He was sad to have to leave such a mansion.

Shwe Zin, covering up her still-unborn child, left the mansion he had longed for. Liu explained that Shwe Zin's parents wanted to marry Ms. Zhu, so she returned to Shwe Zin's forest.

Just like that, the Shwe Zin story was finished. However, Shwe Zin cried every time he saw that big house in his dreams.

It was about Shwe Zin's fortune. He had a son. As soon as the market heard the news, it ran to Shwe Zin. He took both the child and Shwe Zin to his house. Liu told his wife again.

"Shwe Zin's husband has passed away, let's adopt his son."

Pyu's son was as fair as a camel. Mrs. Ju loved the child. They were to have an heir. A male child was precious to the Chinese people.