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Journalist Mamalay - White
Journalist Mamalay - White
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As it slowly opened, with a faint sound, the figure of a young man, fearless, very dignified and steadfast, appeared standing tall at the door.
The maidservant pulled it open until it was completely open, and then, with quick, agile steps, she left for another room.
The young man's body did not move forward a single step, standing tall in the doorway, but his eyes quickly moved to the paintings, photographs, and other objects in the house, and then they focused on a large photograph. He remembered that the carefully arranged and beautifully decorated objects in the room were very beautiful, but there was nothing in the entire room as beautiful as this large photograph.
It occurred to me that in this one room alone, there was no equal in the entire kingdom, no equal in the entire universe, and that the beauty of nature was truly overflowing and overflowing.
I have seen beautiful queens painted by famous Western artists. I have also seen the beautiful cars painted by famous artists from the country such as U Tun Kyaw, U Ba Tong, and U Ohn Lwin. However, compared to the large photo cars that I saw now and could not satisfy my eyes, those cars were beautiful. However, they could not satisfy the clear beauty of this photo car, but I saw that they were beautiful, just like the natural and delicate rose petals and paper roses. The more I saw them, the more I could not satisfy my eyes and the more I looked at them.
As he stared at the photograph, something moving from below entered the light of his eyes, and as he looked down, he saw the photographer himself standing on the floor below the photograph, facing him.
She was between 20 and 23 years old, and her beauty was in full bloom. Her eyes were bright and beautiful, and she showed a special, delicate, and charming aura. Her small lips were like a small flower, painted with coral and rose. Her whole body was a beautiful, compact, and graceful figure that would make a sculptor admire her. Her hair was dark, not unlike a bee's, and it seemed to support her beautiful, white nose that stood out against her smooth face.
In the young man's mind, he thought that the young woman was even more beautiful than she had ever seen, both in photographs and at other events.
The young man took two steps forward, and as he entered, the young woman bowed slightly, smiling and greeting him with her bright eyes.
“You know that White ordered Ko Myat Soe to leave Mawlamyine, right?”
“I know, White, I know, Ko Myat Soe. Earlier, Ko Myat Soe had high hopes, but now that I see White, I know, Ko Myat Soe. But I only see the natural love of lovers, White, so I believe it. Now that I see White’s face, it’s not in vain that I came here.”
“That’s right, Ko Myat Soe, Ko Myat Soe will know who you are seeing for when you come back. We live in a life where we can’t be close to each other, so we haven’t seen a way to get close yet, so I’m seeing you because I want to say that. Please leave this as a good idea. I want to apologize again for not seeing you again because of the bad work you are doing at White House.”
“Speak.. White, speak. White’s words, no matter how firm and firm they are, are spoken in a very pleasant and sweet voice, which is what makes Ko Myat Soe feel at ease. I think that the phrase “I haven’t seen a way to get closer” has many meanings, such as “If I can get closer, I can get closer.”
“Be careful, Ko Myat Soe, I have never confessed that I love you.”
“I have never heard anyone say that I cannot love or hate Ko Myat Soe. Ko Myat Soe’s love is a love that can never be separated, no matter how far we are from each other. Since I saw Biy a year ago, the feelings I had for love have not disappeared. Even the clothes I wore at that time are still as clearly visible as they are now. Now that I see him again, it has burned Ko Myat Soe’s heart even more than before, and it has hurt so deeply that there is no way to heal it. It is cruel of White to throw away someone who has such a strong love without falling in love.”
The young woman stood silently, listening, her hands clasped together, her head bowed, as if she were thinking sadly about something.
"I still remember that night when we met, white la."
"Don't talk about these things, Ko Myat Soe," he said, his face turning red.
“Ah... White doesn’t want to hear it, but for Ko Myat Soe, this night is unforgettable, the happiest, most special, and most precious night. Ko Myat Soe will remember it too. When Ko Myat Soe and White were alone for a moment, holding White’s hand made Ko Myat Soe’s whole body tremble. I was as happy as if I had reached heaven and I wanted Ko Myat Soe to know how great the wealth I felt was. I saw it that night and if we meet again, I would even risk my life. This time, White didn’t return, but when love returned, Ko Myat Soe realized it.”
“That night, the time and place were very pleasant. And the political words that Ko Myat Soe spoke with love for his noble family were so clear, as if they were written on the palm of his hand. I trusted him, believed him, and admired him. At that moment, I couldn’t hear the last words of love and suddenly couldn’t remove the hand that I had pulled.”
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