Tara Min Wai - Flowers for the Goddess

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This problem started with the scythe. The scythe didn't bring up the 'problem' paper, it was the problem that started when the scythes were arguing about the scythe. One said, 'We shouldn't weigh the scythe with a cannon.' The other disagreed. 'We should weigh the scythe with a cannon.'

In the university library. I was sitting in the front seat reading, and the deans came to the back seat. How could I read well?

The sounds of their conversation came out in a whisper. It was as if they were being cooked on a plate and then burst into flames. I couldn't read the text well. My mind didn't want to hear it, but my ears could hear it.

The story about the hawk moth will come later. First, let's talk about the Samaritan bird.

"Hey, do you know about the Samaritan bird?"

"No, I don't know. Why?"

"Oh, I read about him. I found it strange."

"Tell me, is that right?" I was also interested.

I don't know anything about the Samaritan bird, and I'm not very knowledgeable when it comes to plants or animals.

I've read about the Samaritan bird in ancient poems, but I don't think it really exists, and I can't even imagine it.

'Samari' is a "Sa" that laughs. I have never seen a "Sa" that laughs. That's why I forgot about 'Samari' for a long time.

Now I'm a little interested in what they say.

"You know, that male Samaritan bird has no decency when it comes to women."

"Yes, sister, do you have any self-control?"

"I didn't say anything about you." "So you have self-control."

"Okay, yes. This is about a man who lacks dignity."

"Cool, then continue talking"

They were very pretty girls. I glanced back, but I couldn't see them. They couldn't see me either.

"Oh, that Samaritan bird that came to pick me up" "Well..." ""It dances upside down on a branch""

"Hey.. that's so brave, lol"

"It's cold, I'm dancing without a tune"

"Hey, if Myint Htay comes to you this time, ask him to dance like that."

The girls were laughing. It was ringing in my ears too. When the laughter stopped, the next girl started singing another song. That girl's voice was quite pleasant to listen to.

He came up with the idea of ​​a pig in a pig pen. "Hey. Have you heard of a pig in a pig pen?"

"No, I haven't heard of it. Why?"

They're talking about birds, but they're also talking about people in the neighborhood. I don't know if there will be more "I'll come back and visit" comments.

"When I look at the little one in the field, he is so cute and adorable."

"What's up?"

"He takes a lot of women."

"Well..."

"And all those women are kept in separate nests."

"Aung, did he do that to himself?"

"It's cool, it's just spinning itself."

"Oh... he's a big guy too."

"Ki-ki..."

They laughed again and continued talking.

"He still has a few flaws."

"What?"

"When the children are born, he doesn't look back at all."

"Hey... I'll take care of you, okay?"

"Cold"

"Hmm...so he doesn't pay child support either."

"I don't support it, even he doesn't support his work."

"Aung Mar... what is he doing?"

"As I said earlier, they are building more houses one after another."

"Oh... the women are taking it one after another."

"It's true"

"A very poor country."

They laughed again. I wanted to laugh with them. Their words were not finished. They had expanded to include taking up arms to solve the problem of the poor.

"Then you should aim that piece of land with a cannon."

“Hey, you shouldn’t aim with a cannon.” “Why?”

"The ability to keep a house lit by any woman you take should be recognized."

"Girl, then you take that piece of land."

They laughed again. This time, they didn't stop laughing. When I looked at my watch, I knew it was time to go. By this time, Htet Moe was almost at Mya Kyun Thar.

As I was leaving the room, I glanced at the scoundrel and Samaritan who were approaching from behind.

Samaritan was still muttering. She nodded her head and listened, while the little fox looked at me from the corner of her eye.

She's a beautiful girl. I even think I should build a house for that poor girl.

(If he asks for it after he has finished shooting).

When we arrived at Mya Kyun Thar, Htet Moe was sitting at a table, as expected. He asked me to urinate.

"Did you just get to school?"

"I've been here for a while and I'm reading in the library."

The waiter came over.

"What will you use, brother?"

"Give me a match against Soe Myint Kyaw"

The waiter left.

"Soe Myint Aok" is a dish invented by a man named Soe Myint. It's made with vegetables and a little meat, and then topped with rice. It's like steamed rice. But unlike steamed rice, there's no gravy.

We ate and drank, talked about schoolwork in a pleasant way. Then he and I took out a chess set from our bag and played chess.

Htet Moe and I are both Myanmar's elite chess players. That's why when we started playing, people from other areas would gather. They would sit on the sidelines and watch.