Sinphyu Kyun Aung Thein - Bloodstained Hands

It became quiet.

The old house was left as quiet and peaceful as a ghost house.

Soon, the two men walked back toward the road in front of the old house, looking ahead and talking.

One was Balathaung, the manager of the Dhanabala Rice Mill, who was tall, fair, thin, and had eyes that never took anything seriously. He wore baggy pants, a cherry stick, and a sea coconut oil stick. He was also a young man in his thirties.

The man walking with him was Kyaw Din, a laborer with a beard, shoulders, and back. Kyaw Din had the dark skin of a hard worker. He looked like a tall man, but he was about the same height as Bala Thaung. He had a large jaw and sharp, bright eyes. He was about the same age as Bala Thaung.

"If you give me interest, I'll pay it, Manager, because I'm running out of money at home."

Kyaw Din said, glancing at Bala Thaung's face.

As I was walking along, staring at the road that had disappeared into the distance, I had to turn to look at Kyaw Din because of Kyaw Din's words.

"Don't use that kind of language. I'm not giving it to you. If I get interest from you, how much will this interest be useful to me? Well... I'll probably get more for you."

"Don't worry. I'm also in debt, so I'm just trying to make the manager want to borrow money."

Kyaw Din bowed his head and apologized.

Balathaung stood up and patted Kyaw Din on the shoulder.

"Don't pay interest. If it's too tight, take my house. Right now, I only have five cents in my pocket."

Kyaw Din looked up at Bala Thaung. Then he looked towards the workers' quarter, which was crowded with shacks.

"Thank you, Manager. Please come at night. I'm afraid my mother will be waiting for me now."

"Hey...come on. I'm not going anywhere tonight. Now...I'll go."

Manager Balathaung spoke, and struck a clump of senna grass on the side of the road with the tip of a stick, and then left at a fork in the road.

Kyaw Din seemed to be at ease for a moment, having temporarily resolved the problem. He let out a sigh and continued walking with his head bowed.

The working-class neighborhood in front of Kyaw Din was filled with a small, gloomy atmosphere.

About a hundred yards from the edge of the neighborhood, a wide red dirt road passed by.

When Kyaw Din arrived at the intersection, three people were lined up on the side of the road, waiting for him. Kyaw Din walked in, bowing his head.

“Hey”

He heard a voice and looked up, but suddenly a strong fist hit him in the jaw, causing him to fall on his back.

Kyaw Din was only able to use his hands to support himself and not hit the ground with his backside because he was so careful. He touched the ground with his hands and quickly looked up without hesitation.

He didn't know the person who was urinating without a drum, just a stranger.

However, he knew one of the two people standing near him.

They are not a machine.

"Hey...Ba Aung. What's wrong with your hole?"

Kyaw Din asked angrily, standing up and walking towards Masayra Ba Aung.

"I'm just saying goodbye because I'm out of prison. Hehehe."

Ba Aung's face was not the kind of face that was used to tease fellow workers and friends. It was a face that clearly expressed resentment and a wicked mind. His dark skin was covered with a short, smelly beard and sideburns, making him ugly, but it was also very unattractive because it expressed anger, resentment, and hatred.

"Released from prison"

Kyaw Din muttered something as if he didn't understand anything, and Ba Aung asked angrily.

“Hey..the police arrested our band that we were playing in the little hut where Sein Ko and I lived. Do you remember?”

"So what's the deal?"

“Ha..ha, don’t be a fool, Kyaw Din. Didn’t you report this to the police? If they didn’t take action once, they’d put it in the newspaper twice, if they didn’t take action twice, you’d think I don’t know who you are. Hmm… You can’t fool Ba Aung like this, remember.”

"You're just misunderstanding me. I've never harmed any of my fellow workers."

"I won't hurt you. I'll just report it to the police, okay?"

It wasn't Ba Aung who said that. It was one of Ba Aung's two companions.

Kyaw Din turned around and looked at him. It was the man who had stabbed Kyaw Din without knowing it.

"Where are you from? You're not one of our workers. You shouldn't interfere with our friends."

"Oh, my."

"Huh..what's wrong? You want to punch me again?"

That green face didn't just say anything, it was like a slap, and before he could finish, he raised his big hand again, causing Kyaw Din's heart to suddenly break.

At the same time, the man fell to the ground with a loud thud, and Kyaw Din threw a knee and a fist at the large stranger's face and chest.

When he fell asleep, Ba Aung and the other man surrounded Kyaw Din and began to kill him.

It was true that it was two against one. However, a hard worker like Kyaw Din, who did not eat or drink, could not be defeated by the other strangers and Ba Aung, who was only immersed in alcohol and cards. Every blow from Kyaw Din was as strong as a large hammer.

Meanwhile, Kyaw Din tripped over the unconscious man, and Ba Aung's companion jumped up and pulled out a dagger from his waist, intending to stab him, but a gunshot rang out from behind them, causing him to hesitate.

"Try to drop the knife"

A harsh voice. But it was the voice of a woman.

"Can't you hear what I'm saying? Drop the knife now." The swordsman dropped the knife and turned to look at the speaker.....