Journalist Ma Malay - Golden Letter of the Divine

"There... there... that woman... that woman."

I heard a woman standing next to me whisper to her companion, but I was just picking out shirts one by one.

It's raining heavily. Droplets of rain are falling on the backs of shoppers standing in front of the "Nausea and Vodka" shop outside Thein Kyi Market, looking at the huge pile of shirts.

The shop owner, a dark-skinned woman, wearing a high-necked lace bodice that was clearly visible under a purple lace nylon dress, was taking out a display of bodices from the closet and displaying them.

She wrapped her bodice around her body, showing her chest so that she could see the front and back, and turned her back, only because the buyers in front of her were hiding. While her body was still and pretending to be still, her mouth kept saying things.

"This is a ten-piece set for eighty won, this is a sixty-win one. This one doesn't have a nylon sleeve, this price. If you want to wear it on your chest, take this one off."

The vendor, who was trying to persuade the buyers to buy, spread out a piece of cloth with a slit. Before he could say anything, he turned to the side and turned back to the buyers, saying, "The whole piece is worth a lot of money."

I was looking at the picture of the blouse she was holding in her hand, and I didn't care about what they were saying. I just focused on the picture of the blouse.

"Look, I always wear nylon shorts and shoes, and pearl necklaces."

The two female customers turned to look at the shopkeeper's wink.

"How much is that?" The shopkeeper still didn't answer my question.

"I always come to the gold shop, I buy all the gold coins I can find."

After saying what he wanted to say, he turned to me briefly and said, “This is ten.” He didn't push me as hard as he had before, but instead, his eyes were looking away, and he handed me the shirt to look at.

I reached for the shirt and looked at the lace on the back, "Please, take it off." I said.

"The maid at my aunt's house is still secretly having sex with me. I kicked her out of the house. Now she's being used by the Americans."

The shopkeeper listened to my question and only spoke to the two female customers next to me.

"Americans are Daw Daw's by day, and Union Club dignitaries by night."

The buyer and the shopkeeper nodded their heads and laughed.

I had to wait patiently to see the shopkeeper and the customers shaking hands, and then I had to ask again, "Are you not going to sell?"

“Ha ha ha... did you see it? Did you see it? The tailor sewed the longyi to make it fit.”

Both the buyer and the shopkeeper turned to look the other way.

While I couldn't speak or ask, my eyes, which had drifted in the direction they were looking at, were moving in a pinkish wave that was not far away.

The pink nylon short-sleeved blouse was comfortable around the chest, and the mirrored fabric, which was folded and pressed together like a princess's bosom, looked like it was wrapped around the waist with puffy, puffy breasts.

Like the petals of a lotus flower, arranged one on top of the other, the pink nylon stockings, folded and pressed below the knees, were scattered on the white high-heeled, strappy shoes.

The pearl necklace is covered in pink and is covered in white.

As I momentarily cleared away the color and shadows that had blinded my eyes and looked at the figure, my head began to pound and I began to tremble.

This face that I suddenly saw was a recognizable face among a thousand faces...

I dropped the shirt from my hand, picked up my handbag, and left the store in an instant.

The raindrops were falling, and people were taking shelter under the roofs of the shops, avoiding them, and carefully watching them, as they walked briskly and carefully.

When the people in front of me disappear, I can no longer see the whole person. I can only see the curls of my hair hanging down on the clip where I have cut my hair and tied it up. //

I can see it again when I see the entire pink back.

I couldn't pay attention to the road, and as I was pushing past the crowded crowd, one of my feet sank into a muddy ravine.

I looked down at the huge puddle, covered in black slime and mixed with all sorts of dirt, so thick that I couldn't even stand with my feet, and my heart ached and I couldn't help but reach for my feet that were buried in the mud.

I don't know what kind of dirt it is. I'm standing with my feet and shoes tucked away, trying to hide them.

As I shook the dirt off my feet and threw it back into the puddle, I craned my neck in disbelief and saw it breaking between the tea shop and the dish shop.

I couldn't walk with my big feet, I wanted to go wash myself somewhere where it was raining, but I couldn't, my feet were sticky, so I hurried to the sink. I ran through the rain to the big, shiny black sedan where an American was waiting, opening the door, and I wanted to scream and call out to him as he saw the little boy shivering and sitting down next to the American.

He ran from where he had come, avoiding the chairs at the tea shop and running to the side of the road. The car door closed and he drove away quietly without making a sound.

The rain continued to pour down in torrents.

I stared at the big car leaving in the rain, my heart clenching in fear.

The car left, but I was still standing there.

The cars, the people, and the rows of shops in the market across the street were all in a world apart, and I was staring back at the car that had disappeared before my eyes.

My mind, which was slowly following the car, became exhausted and I let out a shaky breath.

"Mya.. lol..."

"Hey man.. you're a man, instead of asking me to tell you, why don't you tell me yourself?"

Ko Than Maung smiled. His face had previously seemed hard and shriveled. However, it was only when he smiled that he revealed that he was a soft, cool, and harmless person.

Mya is my beloved Mya... I have only one Mya, who is called Mya, my beloved friend.

Mya and I lived together in the same school. We went together, came together, ate together, and went home together after school.