Sagaing U Bo Thin - The Unforgettable Mother of Glory

The most beautiful mother-in-law

Maung Myint came down on a motorboat on the morning of the first day of the month of Nattaw. Near him were four young women, all of whom seemed to be his age, all very clean and beautiful. On the same motorboat, two older women and one older man, who were going to the temple, came from a place in the stern.

The four seemingly young women spoke of the Moehnyin Sambuddha Pagoda with a sense of wonder, and Maung Myint frowned as if he were being harshly criticized. "What a waste of money! The peasant who gets these girls will pay them no matter how much they are paid. If he can, he will give them all the money he has in the bank and not go broke," he thought, without any reason or proper intention.

The four young women also seemed to think that Maung Myint, who was wearing a red cotton shirt and a traditional long-sleeved shirt worth about three and a half kyats, was carrying a small piece of dry wood on a motorboat. In the meantime, Maung Myint was holding a novel called Smile.

One of the four young women said that she would be very happy if she had a pair of shoes. Then one of them said, "I didn't have a pair of shoes. I was upset when my boyfriend didn't come back and didn't come with me."

Then someone pressed the little finger like this. I thought that girl was very pretty, but the young men of my time couldn't tell. When I praised that girl as pretty, Maung Myint didn't care. Maung Myint's assistant Kyaw Hla Htun said, "The teacher wrote the poem inappropriately."

"Nyuntnyunt, my love, but even so, men are so hungry, men are so weak, so skinny, so thin. It's good to cut them with a large, flat knife that cuts pork until they split in half."

"Your Excellency" (one)

"Don't do it, you and I are women. What, do you have to be addicted to men? Now I'm addicted to death. Do you want it? Are you hungry? While there are no elders in the house... Call the brother you want, call the sixty-year-old father... I'll come, go and come, then let him go, even if I say let me come later, I'll call whoever I want whenever I want."

(They laughed heartily. They ate the fried sausages that came with it and drank a cup of tea from the can.)

Maung Myint, hearing such a voice and behavior, could not accept the principle of the upper class, which was to be ignored. He thought to himself, "What kind of womanizers are they? How beautiful are they?" and then he thought, "I want someone like me to try it, I will play until the bubble bursts."

Maung Myint was not only amused by this, but also felt relieved when he heard the sound of laughter, and he felt like going over to the side and saying, "Please call someone like me."

If Maung Myint had stood up and spoken according to his own thoughts, which were born from the chain of command, would he have said, “Come, I called you, follow me there?” Or, “Hehe... you are a man like me, where should I put you?” and then a group of young women would have clapped their hands and made fun of him. The dance would have been quite a show.

Swaswalan Malan continued like this, waving his hand. The pilgrim returned. (Wa) The Buddha returned.

"Sir, these days, the Ngaung Ngaung Taeks are so shameless that they immediately embrace them. "If you go to the market and dress neatly, they will look at you, and they will stare at you with a desire to see you. They will look in front, and their eyes will be wide open. They will look from the side, and their mouths will be wide open. They will look from behind, and their hips will be covered with their thighs. When they see you moving and moving, they will open their mouths, and their eyes will be like shrimp eyes, and they will fall away. It's a pity. Some of them will just go wild, just like the teacher who taught them in the field,

Then the four young women were sitting on the motorboat, drinking tea and laughing.

It's not too late, but it's coming back like this.

"Nowadays, the villagers are so busy with work that they are pitiful. Where can they find such a thing? The high school students, who are in high school, are unable to resist and look at me with a beautiful face and a piercing gaze. Their hearts are filled with sorrow. They are completely accustomed to the sound of

Oh my....

“When I got my degree, I was more and more like them, and they were more and more like me, and I couldn’t even look at the old women who were so beautiful, and I was so happy, and I was so happy, and I was so happy. Now that I have a degree, I am so happy. I am so happy. I am so happy.”

(The four young girls were delighted and sat there in awe...)

But Masala, without any reason, continued to spread this nonsense without any reason.

"You have a high position, you are so proud of yourself

After saying this, they took out their plates and prepared their meals, laughing and laughing happily.

Maung Myint, hearing such a bold and unyielding speech, wanted to jump up and down. What kind of people would they be? There were no farmers. There were no large farms in that area. There were only fields and small islands. The words that the old man said were harsh and harsh. “I will go and have a real debate,” he said in his mind, as if he was constantly scolding himself, as he opened the novel “Smile” that he had bought from the Monywa bookstore and looked at it.

When a group of women had finished their meal, they continued talking like this, as if it were not their natural politeness, but rather their rudeness.

“Sir, your words are very rude.” “Why?” “I call and release the person I like...”

“Wait, a little girl, cover her life with a little brake, cut off her hair and try to get a boss. Young Maung, Young Ko, Young Oo, Young Ba, Young Boe, just look at the head. White, black, European hair, beware of the female team.”

"Tell me... what's wrong?"

"Those who are honoring and glorifying the general are just kicking, one step at a time..."

"Sir, please. Nowadays, the number of people returning from abroad is increasing every year..."

"Listen, you're right, I'm sending you to study in the United States. With whose money, with which company?"

"There are many direct and indirect taxes paid by farmers and workers."

"Say..."

“They came back with degrees like MA and B.A. in the United States. I’ll tell you a little bit. When they arrived in the United States, they saw firsthand how to plow a wheat field with machines, how to sow seeds with machines, and how to harvest with machines. They studied and studied the types of machines. Some of them collected and collected things like that and returned to turn the small-scale farming in Burma into an industrial farm.”

"Leave it... sir"

“Some people go to see big factories, look at the nuclear industry, the hydrogen industry, the rocket industry, etc., and search and collect information thoroughly. If the United States does not show this and keeps it secret, then the United States is acting hypocritically... They will be testifying to themselves that they are good at what they do, and that they are good at what they do.”

"What does this have to do with your words?"

"Mother, this is my food. You are speaking a foreign language, so listen."

"Speak, speak, it hurts not to be silent."

"For nothing, sister, some countries are so busy talking about saving the world, why don't you invite them into their country and see for yourself? Then, when the scholars of such countries return, surrounded by soldiers and guards, what do they know, what are they good at, how can they improve the country? What special knowledge did they have besides shouting about bloodsuckers, exploitation, imperialism, and colonialism?"