Beautiful - relaxed

"B"

On the summit of Pyaymyo-Mingyi Mountain, a branch of the northernmost mountain range of Bago Yoma Mountain, a large house with large iron gates and a green painted iron fence stood majestically in a large and spacious courtyard. Along the courtyard, young fruit trees such as Danthalun and mango trees, which can bear fruit quickly, were planted at equal distances from each other. In the courtyard, between these fruit trees, a green fence surrounded the four sides of the house, running parallel to the green fence. Inside the fence, flower beds, lilies, rose gardens, and jasmine gardens were cultivated daily, in small squares, They were neatly arranged, but between the fragrant flowers and pansies, the lawns were mowed by machine, leaving a flat, green lawn with Buddha's sarapan trees growing in every corner, spreading their fragrance to the border.

The spacious and delightful courtyard, with its yellow painted basement, brown wooden upper floors, and red tiled roofs, made the courtyard a beautiful sight with its three colors of green, red, and yellow. In addition, there was a carport, a servant's quarters, and a garden at the back of the house. The brick buildings, such as the fireplace, were also there to add more grandeur and dignity to the large and spacious house. In the two rows of rows of ropes lined up against the fence of the courtyard, one row was lined with white shirts, while in the other row, women's indigo-colored blouses and lace blouses, shimmering in the sunlight, were visible. This was a testament to the fact that the owner of the house was very wealthy and had a large family.

A young woman was watching these events from outside the iron gate, looking around in disbelief. Then, since she could see no sign of anyone, she put her face between the iron bars of the iron gate and looked around, trying to see. However, since she could see no one, the young woman looked up at the tall iron gate, then looked again at the large iron gate, which was locked inside the large bronze lock. She no longer felt disgusted with the large bronze lock, nor did she feel disappointed. She began to express her feelings and...

He lifted a few strands of hair that had fallen loosely over his forehead and let out a small sigh.

The young woman who was looking up at the majestic and tall house was not a young woman who lived in that house. Because the young woman was wearing simple sandals from Thayet, a piece of Thayet cloth around her waist, a shirt with a flap over her chest, and a worn-out umbrella in her hand, no one would have thought that she was a resident of that house.

However... beneath the scanty clothes, the beautiful figure of the young woman stood out, like a brilliant diamond, its color unfading and sparkling even when covered in dirty cotton.

At that moment, a faint sound suddenly entered the young woman's ears from a distance, and the young woman, bending her head and tilting her head from between the iron bars of the courtyard gate, looked in the direction of the sound, looking for someone. However, inside the courtyard gate, large, leafy trees were planted on either side of the fences that ran straight up and down behind the pillars, so the young woman could only guess the faint sound with her ears, but she did not know what it was. She only saw and looked with the knowledge that if there was a sound, there must be someone.

The sound of the bells kept coming, and the young woman walked along the sidewalk outside the iron gate toward the source of the sound. The sound of the bells gradually drew closer, and finally the young woman was right in front of the source of the sound, so she peeked out from between the iron gates toward the source of the sound.

Directly in front of the young woman, inside the courtyard, there was a thick and even fence of flowers as high as a person's shoulder. At that moment, the sound of chirping began again, and the fence of flowers began to sway. When the chirping stopped, with a loud "Yes," the head of an old man with a white mustache and a worn-out cloth around his head appeared above the fence of flowers. The young woman was delighted... "Ba" and called out to him.

As soon as he heard the sound of the house calling out, the old man climbed over the thorn hedge and looked outside the courtyard. When he saw the young woman, he asked, "What's wrong, girl?" The young woman asked in a voice filled with expectation, "Is this house... the house of the timber magnate U Shwe Zan Aung?"

"Hey.. yes.. what's the matter?"

“This house is where Daw Shwe Su asked me to come today.”

“Aw... aye... the girl Shwe Su hired to work in this house is Min Pe Ko, what’s her name?”

"Not enough, Father."

“Aye... aye... okay..., even last night, Shwe Su said she didn’t know if you would come, come... come... break through the window over there...”

The old man walked towards the main gate, and the young woman named Longma followed him, returning to the main gate where she had been watching from earlier.

The two met at the gate of the courtyard. The young woman saw that the old man was holding a large pair of scissors in his hand, and that the blades of the scissors were full of thorny leaves. She thought, "Oh... the sound of the scissors cutting the thorny leaves is the sound of the thorny leaves being trimmed with scissors..." and waited for the old man to open the large lock of the courtyard.

The old man said, “Come... my child,” and easily opened the large gate that had barely been opened. Lonma smiled and thought, “My dear... I wonder if you have many locks because you see the big lock.” She entered the courtyard between the two large doors that were open. At that moment, the vast courtyard and the majestic and majestic mansion overwhelmed Lonma. As she looked towards the mansion, Lonma felt afraid of going inside, so she stopped a little. Here the old man said, “Now... go... girl... follow the stone path to the right... and when you get to the rose garden, turn right... you will reach the kitchen. There you will find the goldsmith. When I came back just now, I left it in the kitchen while I was cooking...” Lonma, having gathered her courage, left the old man’s side and walked as instructed, her blood pumping.

The scent of the large, fragrant roses, hyacinths, and carnations blooming in the rose gardens filled the nostrils of Lonma, who was passing by. However, Lonma was not the only one who smelled the scent of roses.