Nyein Kyaw - Parami Phet Khin Mon

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The rain that was falling was making a sound. A strong wind was blowing. The cold was mixed with the air. The raindrops were getting harder. The feet that had stepped under the elephant's back were submerged in the running water. Only the knees were wet. It was as if water had been sprayed on my back.

I put my umbrella on my shoulder to protect myself from the rain. It was almost touching my head. I slowly walked in as I closed it. It was full of people who were taking shelter from the rain just like me. I was not happy with the rain that was falling at the same time as the office hours. It would rain in another half hour or an hour. I thought I would go back early because it was a day when I didn't have to work overtime. I didn't know if I would even have time to shop. I wanted to rain when I got in the car. One thing was good. It wasn't too difficult to ride in the rain during heavy rain, and I thought that there was usually plenty of space, so I leaned my back against the stairs of the building and moved.

***

I folded my umbrella and rolled it up. I put it in a plastic bag and walked to the stop. I looked at the sky as I put the umbrella in my bag. I was not sure. It was going to rain soon. Water was still flowing from the palm trees. There were even drops of water falling from the almond and coconut trees. The road was bustling with people again.

"Big brother"

A voice called from the left. He turned around quickly. He had a bag in front of him and was calling out to him with a smile. He remembered seeing him before. Only seventeen, eighteen. The boy of the same age standing next to the girl, with a round face, looked down. The girl thought, "Does she know me? Why would she call me?" and stopped abruptly. He walked to the girl who was standing on the top step of the room with the iron doors closed.

"This person is the one harassing me, big brother."

He understood the situation immediately. He had already complained to his elder relative. It was natural for a young man to write letters, to talk, and to make up his mind. The scene where he would dance by the fire. The manner of an older brother. He looked at the young man with the look of someone who was harassing his younger sister. The young man, who had his left foot on the bottom step and his right foot on the middle step, and was holding onto the iron gate, his face was flushed. In

"You... are too old."

My voice was getting weaker. It was a hoarse, raspy voice. I had a sore throat from the fried plantain I had eaten before leaving the office. So I took a sip..

"This... is a job that good parents and children don't do."

The young man, who was in a hurry, stepped onto the granite slab and then...

“I..I..because I really love you” (he said in a throaty voice). “Huh..you...if you really love me, then come and tell me, my father and mother, now, my son.

"...

"Oh... big brother, why should we allow such a person to come and talk?"

I realized that I had made a mistake without knowing how to say it. I thought about it so that I could easily follow the girl's interrupted words...

"No, I'm just saying that. If you're going to say it like that, you can't ignore genetics. It's rude to harass me on the street like this. Next time, I'll send you to the police station, that's all."

The boy, with his hair tied up, his clothes loose, his shirt short-sleeved, his shirt unbuttoned, skinny, and dark-skinned, looked at him with a frightened face. At the end of his speech, he said, "Sorry, big brother," and looked at the little girl. Then he hurriedly left towards the cinema. He watched until he had passed four or five buildings. He looked at the little girl with a shy smile on his face.

“Thank you, I've been bothering you a lot with the tuition,” he said. “A free man, a doctor.” The second yes was accompanied by a surprised sound.

“Forgive me for asking for help like a real brother. I went to tutoring and I had to take shelter here because it was raining. He came and talked to me. If I went out in the rain, I would hide under an umbrella. It’s not good to hit him with an umbrella. When the rain stops, he will follow me to school. So I made up my mind to stay under this elephant hut.”

"No problem, I understand. Where is the school? I'll take you to the school."

He said, "Okay," but then he came down the stairs. He heard the sound of high-heeled shoes on the wet granite slabs.

The rain was falling in fine droplets.

***

Oh... I'm glad Ko Gyi Thaw finally got a good man to work with, said Min Zaw, the typist, laughing. If that guy knew that I had nothing to do with him, he would have a problem, you know. He said as he filed papers. "Of course," said Aung Kyaing. Min Zaw asked Ko Gyi Thaw if he didn't remember him. He said he didn't. He said he didn't. He didn't come to work when he was in the tenth grade. He said the place was upstairs and downstairs, where would he have noticed? He entered their conversation and asked Aung Kyin what was going on.

When Aung Kyaing finished telling him, Ko Gyi Thaw said that he had been working here since he went to the local college and after the exams. “Sure, Ko Gyi Thaw needs to wear glasses,” he said with a laugh. “Of course, Mi Nyunt, you’re old, aren’t you? Your eyes, ears, nose, throat, and tongue are all damaged,” Aung Kyaing replied. Amidst the laughter, his voice, which had been used to call him a dog, became hoarse.

"I'm not the kind of guy who sits and stares at a girl like you, I don't know. How did you come to remember me, Aung Kyaing?"

They laughed at his words. In the midst of the laughter, Nyunt Nyunt said... "Next time I meet Ma Khin Mon on the street, will you remember me, Ko Kyi?" "I don't remember you at all, where are you?" When he answered, Min Zaw laughed out loud, "Heh...heh..." "What...heh...heh?"

Aung Kyaing asked. Min Zaw raised his glasses.

"Now I remember, heh..heh..you know, right? Khin Maung Rint's laughter from Bo Aung Din, heh..heh."

He couldn't control himself anymore. He laughed out loud.