Sinphyu Kyun Aung Thein - The Meaning of Rivers

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"Oh, my son, what a bad face."

As usual, Ma Khin Yi saw Kyaw Kyaw returning quietly from the front of the house without making a loud noise. She was shocked, so she put down the work she was doing and followed her quietly, following her from a distance.

Kyaw Kyaw's face was as red as an apple.

He threw down his bag and sat down on the bed. He stared blankly at the window. His cute lips were pouting as he sat sideways in the light.

Ma Khin Yi stood quietly at the door.

Kyaw Kyaw was silent. Tears were rolling down his cheeks. The man was calm.

Ma Khin Yi, who was watching Kyaw Kyaw from a distance, felt like crying. She was trembling as she whispered to herself, "Did the teacher hit her? Did they fight on the bus? Did they hurt her? Did they fight?"

Kyaw Kyaw is the youngest son of Ma Khin Yi and Than Naing. He is fair-skinned and charming. He is 13 years old and cheerful. He is the darling of Ma Khin Yi and his wife. He is old.

So, as soon as I saw my son coming home from school, I got up. I had put down the work I had been doing. My son was crying without saying a word. What happened?

Kyaw Kyaw is in the sixth grade at a missionary school. It is only two furlongs away from home, so he walks home when he can. If he sees a bus, he takes the bus. On the way, he usually takes his father's car.

Another worrying factor for Ma Khin Yi: Have you encountered many street ghosts?

For those who are anxious, only worries come out.

Ma Khin Yi sighed. She looked at her son and felt weak. She had to lean against the wall of the room.

Kyaw Kyaw stood up. It was a stiff stand. Then he rubbed his face roughly and walked out of the room. Now his face was tense.

He didn't see his mother. He walked quickly towards the living room. He continued walking towards the kitchen.

Ma Khin Yi, exhausted, followed her son.

Kyaw Kyaw came back from the dining room and found himself face to face with his mother in the living room.

"Son," "When will Daddy come back, Mommy?"

He had been crying quietly, but now his voice was harsh.

"I won't tell you, son, I don't think it's anything special."

“Didn’t you call, Mom?” “No, son, I didn’t call because there was nothing special, son.”

Ma Khin Yi moved closer to Kyaw Kyaw and asked as she wiped away the tears that had not yet dried.

"Son, are you feeling unwell?"

"Okay, ma'am."

Now his voice was soft again. Tears were welling up in his eyes as he looked up.

"So what happened, son? Your face is not good, you haven't changed your clothes yet. Did you get into trouble because you took the bus back?"

"No, Mommy."

"I've fried the fish you like, son. Take a shower and get dressed before you eat. You don't eat much in the morning, do you? You're hungry."

Kyaw Kyaw just looked up at Ma Khin Yi. He didn't seem interested in what Ma Khin Yi was saying.

"Son, change your clothes," Kyaw Kyaw pretended not to hear. He just looked up at his mother and called out, "Mommy," in a hoarse voice.

"Son, what's up, son?"

Kyaw Kyaw's lips were moving. Tears were filling his eyes. He didn't know what to say. No words came out. He just looked up at Ma Khin Yi.

Ma Khin Yi didn't know what was going on inside her son. Just looking at her lips, which were barely opening, and her eyes, which were filled with tears, made her feel sad.

"Son, what do you want to say?"

"Mommy" "Son" "Your daddy is a big butterfly"

"Huh?"

I know this, I know this.

Ma Khin Yi's inner voice was filled with painful screams.

Ma Khin Yi looked at her son with wide eyes, and the son asked.

"Is Daddy really a big butterfly, Mommy? Yes, yes, tell me, Mommy."

Kyaw Kyaw shook Ma Khin Yi's hand.

"Yes, Mommy, yes."

Ma Khin Yi cannot answer. Whether it is yes or no, Ma Khin Yi cannot answer this. Especially to a son who loves his father, Ma Khin Yi cannot give an answer that will tarnish his father's honor.

Now you're asking for an answer.

They were careful not to mention the matter in front of Kyaw Kyaw. But he already knew.

"Yes, ma'am, no, no."

Tears rolled down Kyaw Kyaw's cheeks again. Kyaw Kyaw's soft sobs were almost unbearable.

"Let me know, son, Mommy."

"Who told you, son?"

Ma Khin Yi, seeing her son in her arms, turned away and asked, gently stroking his head.

"Stuck, George, Henry, oh, the whole school said that, Mom. But I don't believe you, Mom. When they said yes, I insisted that my dad wasn't like that, and I stabbed him."

"Oh my, why did you do this? No matter who said anything, it's already over, right?"

"I said no, my son, and they said yes, my mother."

"Who is it, son? Are you in a lot of pain?"

Kyaw Kyaw looked up at his mother through tears.

"What did Martha say?"

Ma Khin Yi asked again, her voice slightly worried.

"Henry, mom, he's got a split lip, he's been beaten up for it."

Kyaw Kyaw buried his face in his mother's lap and wept bitterly.

Ma Khin Yi was caressing her little son's back, staring into the distance.

The contents of the mind, the information, are complicated. They are intertwined. They are intertwined. One thing is different from the other. They are floating separately. The laughter of the maid in the other house, the whispering of the rich lady in the other house, the frowning faces in the other house, the sounds of noses wrinkled here and there.

Ma Khin Yi pulled out each one. She cleaned it up one by one. In the end, it turned out that her husband, Than Naing, had an affair with a woman.

That's why I'm not satisfied.

She is. I don't know how long Kyaw Kyaw had been asking. By the time Ma Khin Yi heard it, Kyaw Kyaw was no longer in her mother's arms.

Kyaw Kyaw stood facing Ma Khin Yi. Tears still streaming down his cheeks, still sobbing.

"Yes or no, Mom? I'm not answering because it's a yes."

Ma Khin Yi moved.

"Oh, oh, don't say that, son."

"I'll tell you, Mommy. Mommy's mouth says yes, but she won't admit it, but Mommy's actions say yes, I know, Mommy."

“No, no,” Kyaw Kyaw’s expression softened. Kyaw Kyaw glared at Ma Khin Yi.

"No, they said they were jealous of me. My dad is a good man, he would never do anything that would harm his job or his reputation."

"Really, Mom."

Kyaw Kyaw's face, which was sad, was full of smiles. He hugged his mother and kissed her forehead. He kissed her again and again. Ma Khin Yi hugged her son back and smiled.

"Mommy, I'm not lying."

"I wonder when my son has ever lied to me before."

"Daddy is not what they say." "No, he's not."

"So you were right to stab Henry, Mom."

"Now go change your clothes, or you'll be fat when I come back."

Ma Khin Yi stood up, saying nothing.

"Son, I want to eat bread, Mommy, but I'll eat rice with Daddy."

“I’ll ask Ma Kyi Nyunt to go outside first. Son, go change your clothes, okay?”

"Race, Mommy, Race, Race"

Kyaw Kyaw jumped up and ran away.

He was very happy. He was satisfied. The sound of music immediately spread throughout the room.

Ma Khin Yi didn't know whether to smile or frown. After looking at Kyaw Kyaw, she took a deep breath and entered the dining room.

This kind of secret sighing had long been a routine for Ma Khin Yi. It had started three years after she married Than Naing.

Ko Than Naing and Ma Khin Yi got married at a young age.

While selling fruits and vegetables from the farm at Sawbwa Gyi Kone, Ma Khin Yi exchanged pleasantries with Than Naing, who was passing by on every street corner. In those days, when running away and signing in the office were not yet commonplace, Than Naing and Ma Khin Yi ran away and signed in the office.

Ko Than Hlaing was just an ordinary clerk at the Eastern Commission Agent at that time.

Ma Khin Yi's parents valued the salary more than the merchant broker.

The admiration for the royal service, which had been ingrained since the Konbaung period, had peaked during the slave era, so Than Naing had no reason to disagree with Ma Khin Yi's parents.

Living at Ma Khin Yi's parents' house, Ma Khin Yi never had such a happy time.

Ko Than Naing rose to the position of commissioner representative as the war approached.

It is not wrong to say that Ma Khin Yi, who was born not long ago, acquired the knowledge of sighing and sighing.

Ko Than Naing traveled to every company, office, and department on a motorbike. It didn't matter if the matter was resolved in the office, Ko Than Naing also had to go to the homes of the relevant employers and managers, morning and night, to meet women.

The rules of politeness in Europe are a bit loose. Than Naing was very polite and Ma Khin Yi was very shy.

Myanmar women, who follow European culture, have a more relaxed sexual relationship, so it's no wonder that Khin Yi, who married a man with an attractive figure, is so unhappy.

During the war, they all fled to the Wa Khema side for refuge.

Everything was scarce. But Ma Khin Yi was happy. Even though she had to give birth to her first child in a time of scarcity, Ma Khin Yi did not give up.

After the death of his firstborn son, he fled to Japan, and Kassby