Journalist Ma Maly - A Woman Like Him

He was calm and composed. He watched the two men running away with all his might with the flashlight, and when he finished, he thought, "They are thieves and robbers," and left.

I'm going to pick up a large leather box on the way. Tonight, I came home by car, not to Yangon, but to a long journey to get on a ship that would leave in the morning at Botahtaung Port, where I would sleep.

The two Japanese tourists who were leaving the large leather box at the tourist spot had to pick it up. It was not because they had left it without picking it up, but because they were the only ones who could return it after investigating the owner, they had to pick it up as they were responsible for doing so.

If he wanted to meet the owner of the property overnight and knew where he was, he would have gone and given it to him right away. Now, he couldn't find the owner of the property overnight and had to pick it up, but he couldn't bear the burden of carrying it on the road that morning. He dragged the leather box onto the car, muttering to himself, "I'm going to leave tomorrow."

The Mandalay Asan ship was moving slowly. It was a large ship and a heavy load, so it could only move slowly, which was very tiring for the passengers. I was alone in the cabin, without a companion in the cabin, and I was eating and drinking like the passengers outside, and I couldn't forget the long journey. The ship was still lazing around, measuring how many inches and feet the shallow water was below the ship, and I was even more tired.

He had come to his bedroom because his eyes were getting tired from standing there leaning against the ship's rail, looking at the scenery that could not be seen from below.

As soon as he entered the doorway, he saw the large box he had brought the night before. The lid of the box was slightly dented and the hinges were open. At this, Saw Saw's dazed thoughts completely disappeared and he pulled the box out from under the bed.

I looked at the box with interest, looking around, reading each of the letters MML, written in white paint and in English, on the lid.

Is it a foreigner's property or a Burmese property? If it's Burmese, who will be the most important? Thinking about how much they will be spared, he pressed the open doors tightly and closed them.

The box had been unlocked since the witches had thrown it away. He tried to close it, but the box was already cooked and could not be closed.

He was worried that boys would break into his room and make out with the bed, and if he didn't lock it, something inside would be lost. So he tried to lock it again. No matter how hard he tried, the locked box wouldn't budge. He kicked it open and left.

Disappointed, he sat cross-legged on the bed, looking at the untidy box with an uncomfortable expression on his face.

"It's a pity"

He also complained and thought of a way to be safe.

The idea is to swap the items in this box with your own box.

He knew the number of his belongings and even if they were lost, it didn't matter, but he was worried that something would be lost from the box he had picked up.

Here, after jumping off the bed, he pulled out his box from under the bed. Soon, he spread out all his clothes, which were in the box, on the bed.

There was still more to be done from the next piece of paper, so I took up only half of the space and put it in. He seemed to be happy because he was doing something, and he was whistling while he was doing it.

One thing was done for one box. He pushed his old box aside and pulled the new box in front of him.

After bending over to open the lid of the box, he found himself unable to open the lid even after bending over.

He was reluctant to open someone else's box without permission. He had never had this kind of behavior before, and his hands and feet were not quick. He used to be quick and agile, but now he was hesitant, so he bent his back slowly to open it.

U Chit Swe was afraid. Not because he was afraid of the owner, not because he was afraid of the box, not because he was afraid of the contents in the box, but because he knew that he would break his moral code.

It is fear that keeps us back, .

Knowing that good things will happen, I kept on hiding. Because of that thought, the box did not open in a single burst, but slowly, like a magician, opened with a trickle.

A large, white cloth was placed over the top. The edges were pressed together and pressed together, making it difficult to turn the cloth over.

I couldn't imagine why it was covered with this cloth. I sat there for a moment, staring at it. After a moment of hesitation, I slowly stretched out my arms and gently pulled the two corners from the left side, pulling them halfway up the box. As I pulled the cloth, it appeared as if it was a stack of paper bags... I got used to the idea of ​​"cloth".

When he finally pulled the curtain to the other side, he stopped breathing and fell flat on his back on the floor.

Lace bodices were folded in half, women's outerwear was folded in half, and linen blouses were folded in half, and underwear was folded in half, and bras, linen, blouses, and flower-print fabrics were folded in half. In every space between the piles, there were silver coins, face powder, body powder, and other cosmetics, as well as square-shaped paper boxes, long boxes, and paper boxes.

The work, which was neatly and systematically placed in a place where it could be placed, was revealed and displayed.

He never had close contact with any woman until he was 36 or 37 years old.

He had no mother, no sister, and was a bachelor and alone. He moved to a government job and was known in every city as a monk and a provincial official.

Since returning from Bila, my older brother has been pressuring me to marry a woman. I have been pleading with him to let me live in peace and quiet, and to let him suffer the pain of a son and a wife.

His parents abandoned him when he was young, and he was raised and nurtured from a young age, but he did not have any children. He felt a deep sense of regret for his older brother, who was unable to marry a woman despite the bond he had with him, like a brother and a son.

He was burdened as if he had to go up to the roof of a house and worship a woman.

Every time I was told to seek and obtain what I wanted, I never thought about the importance of getting a wife...

"I'm not a guy who would ever be "sloppy". Do guys like you still find women?"

He was always blamed by his brother.

Now, I have found a woman for you from Yenangyaung and I am going with you. I have nothing to say about her looks, wealth or intelligence. I have sent you many letters every weekend asking you to come and have a look, but I have no desire to go because I feel it is urgent for a woman.

"You didn't come, should I get engaged? If I get engaged, you'll have to take it. You're so hot for me, my dear, I'm so sorry, my little brother. You, I want to settle down only after marriage. I can't bear to live alone like this. I still have a lot of things to do. You're not hot, but I'm hot. I'm not young anymore. I don't want to miss out on this opportunity while I still have time. I can't wait for you. I'll get engaged."

He was only concerned about his own feelings, and he was only concerned about making himself feel better, and he was taking the matter of marrying a woman lightly, thinking that it was just like his older brother's.

Although he was being called with chains to come quickly, he wrote back saying that he would come by ship in peace, and then he boarded the ship.

I have never even thought about marriage. I have never thought about marriage because I have never thought about it. When I am busy with work, I spend my time reading, which is my hobby.

He was a man who didn't care much about women. Not only did he not want to be involved with women, he also never thought of women as delicate, delicate objects.

He was someone who had been so free from women, and now he felt uncomfortable having to deal with women's blouses, women's shirts, and women's accessories.

The smell coming from the box filled his nose. He had never smelled such a fragrant scent before, but every time he inhaled it, he felt a sweet, refreshing sensation in his heart.

He picked up a paper bag from the pile on the left side of the box, which was stacked with a paper bag, and then he placed it on the bed. After he had placed four or five bags on the bed, he looked at the bed and remembered something.

His clothes were piled at the foot of the mattress, and the works he was currently painting were piled up against the pillow, near his head, so he held them in his hand with curiosity.

Pulling out a bag, she found a beautiful, soft silk lace blouse.

Here, he threw the Kapya Kaya Htaby onto the box. He also threw the packages he had previously placed into the box. Then, he moved his clothes to the side of his head.

I'm also confused about how I got distracted while working.