Sinphyu Kyun Aung Thein - Naemin Tathaung (6)

U Pyin Sin Kyin was unhappy because of the laughter at his father's funeral, but he was happy that the YMBA club had been formed. He was happy that his aunt and uncle from Mandalay, his sister and uncle from Yenangyaung, and his uncle from Ohnpinsu had come together.

"My sister, you're carrying a lighter weight than when you came last time, U Zin."

No matter how much Ma Yoe tried to brag, U Pyin Sin didn't understand. He didn't know about the previous time.

"Mom, I'm so happy. My son is growing up too."

U Pyin Sin did not know that Mary Ma Daung Hla had become fatter than before. What U Pyin Sin knew was that the appearance of his sister's son and Mary Ma Daung Hla was different.

Ma Daung Hla's son, the brave and brave young man that his father, Ko Maung Maung Hlaing, had promised, had arrived with a hundred head of cloth from the mountains. Ma Oh's son, Pola, had not appeared. David Tha Htun had to take off his shoes at the entrance to the school compound, and he was reluctant to come. He was even more miserable when he had to sit down with his pants on.

"I don't think you'd like to see your father's funeral held in a grand manner for the last time."

As soon as he arrived, he asked his mother-in-law while throwing down offerings. U Pyin Sin Kaing guessed that his sister must be well-known in her own region, as her tone was authoritative.

"I don't like it either. Our group doesn't like it either. They eat, drink, dance, jump, and laugh and rejoice over the death of your father and my father."

"That's right, my lord. If you don't take care of it before you die and expand it after you die, you'll waste time and money, and you'll also be boastful."

U Pyin Sin looked at the person who made the same sound as U Zin Kying with a big smile.

"Are you a real person? Who are you?"

Then Ma Daung Hla said, “My dear disciple, the son of Ko Maung Maung Hlaing is a young boy.”

"He's a very good man. He's going to be a martyr like his father. Only a burning ember is usually strong. What are you doing now?"

"I'm going to school, so I can pursue my passion. But my mother..."

"Love"

Ma Daung Hla said.

"I'm just warning you, lest you fail the exam and become a rebel. No matter how much you mix with a shift worker or a caste worker, you'll end up together."

As he said this, he looked at his son sideways and said again.

“Bandhakara the Hermit is on Shwe Bo’s side, my lord. He has come to the point where he is a real person. If he meets the government agents, he will be expelled from the school.” “Oh, what about the monkey-like creature with short hair?”

The monkeys used in Burmese puppetry in ancient times did not have clothes. When enemy bandits occupied Burma, puppeteers dressed their monkeys in trousers as a mockery of the enemy.

The Burmese call people who wear long trousers monkeys, in reference to the monkeys that are high up in the sky. U Pyin Sin Kyin called his nephew David Tha Htun in this sense.

"The name given to you by your father and mother is no longer there, U Zin Ray. He took his father's name and became a god, and he went to Bilap to study and drink, just like you spend money."

The sound of diamond earrings and the jingling of bracelets filled the entire school with a deafening roar.

"Now, if the rich lady offers me a hundred thousand rupees and a diamond, I will be very happy, my lord. If the BOC gives me a position, I will be very happy, my lord. Please punish U Zin's son while I am still alive."

U Pyin Sin nodded and smiled as he listened, “Yes, Nga Poula?” He also asked, “What are you doing?”

"I don't want to marry the rich man's daughter, Mamira," he said to Ma Ae. "So what's the matter?" Ma Ae asked.

"Just think"

"It's okay," Ma Oh said, shaking her head, her eyes wide, and her lips pouting as U Pyin Sin asked.

“What did you do at BOC?” “I’m an engineer.” “What did you do that you couldn’t do?”

"The English are so poor, my God. Even though they are equally qualified, they give two thousand to the white-skinned ones, but they don't even want to give one thousand to the dark-skinned ones, my God."

"Well, you're a big guy too."

"The white people are divided into English, Scottish, and American, you know. Those guys and their disciples come to Burma and do it all over the place, but their country is full of bad women, beggars, and hunger."

"The poor in East London have to pick and eat grapes that people who can eat spit out."

"The English? Continue... continue," U Pyin Sin asked with great interest.

"They are real English people who are not mixed with water. They have no place to live, so they stand by the stairs there and take a nap, stand by that and take a nap, and if the police come, they run away, you big pile of broken houses."

"Were there ever any monasteries or temples?"

"There is no temple, sir. I have never even heard of a clean drinking water vessel, sir. Since there is no Buddhism, there is no monastery."

"They are poor too, aren't they?"

"Poverty is amazing, Uncle Zin Ray. In the slums of East London, when a child dies, they have to put it in a box and put it on a rat trap."

"Why didn't you bury him right away?"

"The cemetery accepts only the municipal certificate. Some charge 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20, 21, 22, 23, 24, 25, 26, 27, 28, 29, 30, 30, 30,

"They didn't have any money, so they put the child's body on a rat trap until they got money. It was a cool place, so it didn't rot right away. That's why the disciples didn't think much of the English, and even hated them."

"It's so precious to meet my nephew. Wait a minute, Scott, what you said earlier was included."

"That's right, it's a race from England. That's right."

If you go west from England across the ocean, you will come to a country called Canada. He is also white, sir. If you go south from there, you will come to the United States of America.” “He is also white?”

"America is a country. The people who fled Europe because they couldn't pay their debts, the people who wanted to be good in another village, the people who wanted to kill the host people, and the people who called themselves Americans."

"It's not like our country is like that," the police officer commented, listening intently.

“In Myanmar, we have different names, Chin, Burmese, Karen, Rakhine, Shan, and Kachin, but we all accept English together, my dear. That’s why we can’t exterminate them. The real Americans, the Red Indians, are five hundred here and a thousand there, so we can exterminate them.”

"Now it's America."

"Please, my lord. This is not cool, my lord. The people who came from all over Europe are still fighting over food, saying, 'He will rule, I will rule,'"

"Tell me who my nephew is." U Pyin Sin's interest grew.

“The French, the Dutch, the Portuguese, the Spanish, the English, the Germans. The English drove them all out. Finally, the fake Americans, who weren’t real Americans, took up arms and drove the English out and founded the United States of America.”

"Yes, yes, that's right."

“Please, sir. Compared to English, they are people like me, so they can’t speak English. They had to flee America, sir. They fled there and came to the undeveloped eastern part of the world, sir. That’s why the disciple said that those people are stupid.”

When I finished speaking, Ma O, Ma Yo, and Ma Daung Hla were already laughing.

“If you don’t like the guilds and don’t want to work under them, what do you want me to do?” “Only when the Burmese students are skilled in the science of sagi will they be modern. Only when they are modern can they compete shoulder to shoulder with them. I want to build a big factory or school that can teach them.”

"Goodbye, goodbye, my uncle, is that the kind of science I often read about in the newspaper?"

“I think it’s called secular education, my lord. Schools that aren’t monasteries are called secular schools, my lord.”

“U Pyin Sin, our disciples, U Tin Pa The Pagoda,” said Ma Oh, leading a group of female disciples to stand up. They also asked David Tha Htun, Ye Laung, and Mitta, “Are you still here?”

"Go, go. I will have to turn my nephews and sons into rebels. Go back."

Ma Daung Hla, who was the last to stand up after the ceremony, immediately sat down again. She covered her chest with her hands.

“Mat Daw Maung U Zin, your disciple has only one son and one daughter. Please don’t say anything that is not true. U Zin’s uncle is a son.”

"How is it that you are still here, my dear?"

"I told you earlier, my disciple. I was absent during the school holidays and ended up at the hermit's house."

After the conversation ended, Ma Oh and Ma Yo sat down again, and U Zin Keng looked around at everyone.

"What is our father's sign language?"

There was no answer. "Even the body hasn't been buried yet, they've forgotten," a voice from the family said sternly.

"The sword is for cutting the camel. The camel is for testing the swords of the disciples."

"Hey, I need to sharpen my swords so they don't rust, and sharpen my swords so they don't break. Now, if you want to go, go. I won't let the children go. I still want to ask questions because I'm not done with my curiosity."

U Pyin Sin turned to face the policeman. “Is that the hermit Bandaka?” “Yes, sir. His disciple also went with his good companion San Tun Aung from a distance. If you look at him casually, he is a hermit who preaches the Dhamma, a hermit who sells medicine. Even after investigating carefully, I remember what San Tun Aung’s uncle and uncle said.”

“What are they talking about?” “They are the monks.” U Pyin Sin’s face brightened upon hearing the monks’ voice. “Well, tell me, what do you say?”

“I don’t know what the hermit Bannak will do next, but he is the successor of Min Laung Maung Thant.”

U Pyin Sin suddenly became confused. “How, how, where is Maung Thant?”

“I don’t know if Hthaburat and his father were still in Myinmu around 1270.”

U Zin Kyin calculated the time. Was he still a monk in the forest at that time, or had he returned to the village and reconnected with his parents?

"Okay. It won't be known to the public, so it won't be known. Tell me as much as you know."

"He also said, 'I don't want to change,'" said the monk. "What are you talking about?"

"Okay, okay. So tell me everything you've heard and known about my nephew, and I'll apologize. You useless, long-tongued old man."

"On the first day of the Nattaw month of the Burmese calendar, 1271, my God."