Nu Nu Yi Inwa - I'll kiss you, you're so sweet.

In the spring when the snow changes

Mya Phu woke up with the sound of birds chirping on the mesquite tree. Her chest was trembling from the sleep, but when Mya Phu opened her eyes, she could no longer hear the sound of the four o'clock bell of the Gandhara Monastery, mixed with the sounds of the birds. The heat of the rain had already begun to penetrate her, and she sat up in a daze. She could not help but notice the sound of her husband, who was making a noise beside her, who was also making a noise. But Ko Shwe Pik Htwe and the others did not stop barking.

I pulled half of the blanket off my body and looked around at the blouse and shirt that I had placed at the foot of the bed last night. But it was a problem. I couldn't find what I had placed there last night. I couldn't even look at the panties, so I bent down to check if the bottom of the bed had fallen off. My stomach felt a big lump. Oh my God, my God is still here. I can't remember my seven-month-old belly with the greed that wants to sell it to the market.

"Ko Pik Htwe... Ko Pik Htwe..."

The bird did not move. As the birds became more and more noisy, Mya Phu became more and more restless, and she looked around at the darkness that had been darkening her whole life. Oh my... How could these invisible eyes know when it was dawn? As Mya Phu stared at the darkening darkness, she tried to wake up Mya Phu, but the four o'clock bells kept ringing. Oh my. I woke up early because of my own dream and felt hot. Only then did I regain my senses and lay back down on my bed. Mya Phu closed her eyes and listened to the rich sound of the clock in the church tower. Oh my, my dream came to life. In her dream, the sound of the clock and the bells were so loud that she could not hear them. She did not know how many times it had struck, Without knowing what time it was, amidst the noise, Pai Htwe Gyi Taw and Mya Phu started shouting and fighting.

The old man, Paik Htwe, had come and gone in the afternoon. He said a lot. But in the dream, the words were only one thing that angered the slurred Mya Phu. “Oh, you fool, you blind woman. Because of you, my nephew will have to eat school meals and school meals. We are poor, but we are not like you, who eat school meals and school meals.” The words that came out of Mya Phu’s ears. At noon, these words made Mya Phu shed tears. Mya Phu cried out in her dream, saying that if she came and dragged her away, the baby in her stomach would suffer. She said the voices. When she woke up, she was exhausted.

The sound of the bells gradually stopped, but the surroundings were still quiet. Only the birdsong was more melodious. Well... How could it be so quiet when the bells rang at nine in the morning? As soon as the bells rang, there was the sound of people rushing in, accompanied by the sound of drums and cymbals. There were no less than fifty or sixty dogs running around, making noise. The monastery, which had thousands of monks, always had a large supply of alms, alms dishes, and rice soup, so that people could take them home, and the dogs could eat them on the spot. In the deserted area of ​​the monastery, people and dogs mixed and became lively.

In fact, the sound of the clock striking nine is an unforgettable sound for Mya Phu. Mya Phu's aunt, Mya Phu's cousin, her younger sister, and some people from the nearby village. The sound that lured many stray dogs. And for Mya Phu, who relied only on smell and tongue, I will never forget the smell of various dishes mixed with spices, the smell of boiled red beans, the smell of boiled beans, the smell of boiled peanuts, the smell of cooked tomato fish paste, and the smell of pork broth.

Mya Phu cannot thank the temple enough for providing food for poor and needy people like her, who are gradually becoming poorer and poorer.

But I don't know why. Mya Phu is ashamed of being ostracized and being asked about eating school meals by the neighbors. I'm afraid. Mya Phu is a widow and has four children. Mya Phu and her family of six are too many to feed on the income of one sister who weaves. Who would want to do it with milk? Well... Mya Phu's husband, Ko Pik Htwe, who met her through past merits, never made her eat school meals. She has to eat with oil and salt. She doesn't earn enough. It's easy to say. Mya Phu knows how difficult it is to earn oil and salt. Look at him now. He is tired and sleeping soundly. His elder brother has already told him. His nephew is no longer a good person. But what does that have to do with his uncle? He is a blind man. He is forced to marry his nephew, saying that he loves his sister. No one asked me to take his nephew...

"Mya Phu... Mya Phu.. get up."

Pai Htwe stood up with a sigh, as usual.

"My lady, I have been awake for a long time, thanks to your kindness..."

Pai Htwe looked at Mya Phu, who was dreaming, and laughed hysterically.

"What are you talking about? Hmm.. Hmm.. Let's get a new face. Oh.. Don't try. I put your shirt and pants in the box last night because I was afraid of rats. I'll take them out later. Come on... quickly."

Do it. Your sister will also have to give blood. Here are the shoes...”

With a soft voice, he gently pulled Mya Phu's hands, but Mya Phu's lips, which had been puffed up unnecessarily, spontaneously relaxed, and his dream of glory vanished again.

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Amidst the rustling of the leaves of the melissa tree and the crackling of the snowdrifts, the discordant sound of the singing of the pheasant floats. Mya Phu holds one of the pheasants' hands, while the other holds a walking stick. With one hand, she pulls the pheasant, and with the other, she holds and carries a heavy basket full of fried food.

I can still sing the song in the middle of the night. Every day, I have to listen to the song that I sing repeatedly along the way to the bakery.

"Add x add, and eat rice with a smile"

"The music is not playing here. It's yours."

"Heh... heh, singing is so relaxing."

Yes, that's right. He didn't have any warm clothes. His stomach and his chest were so swollen that he had to wear warm clothes in his youth, and he had to warm himself by the fire in the oven. He had been silent for a long time.

Pai Htwe looked sideways at Mya Phu...

"My earlobe... and the baby in my stomach... are they still moving?"

"Move. I don't know when I'll give birth. I'll give birth at the end of winter. I don't have enough blankets."

"Ha.. you were born when? You don't have a blanket, you have to buy it."

“It’s easy to buy food, Ko Pik Htwe. It’s not easy for you to make money. You sell fried food in the morning, you cook rice, and you have a different job in the afternoon. Wait... Wait. By day job, you mean you’re picking up plastic bags in the afternoon. You go door-to-door. What a shame.”

"Who is stupid?"

"It's Ko Pik Htwe. Why are you saying that you're a weaver in the past?"

"Don't take what the old man says to heart. It's useless. Don't worry about anything. I know my job."

“It’s not a problem that Ko Pik Htwe knows. I was shocked when I was told. Ko Pik Htwe, his nephew, was poor and had no parents, but he didn’t get ripped off like this when he was young. What about watches and stuff..? Now it’s because of me..”

Mya Phu started crying.

“Mya Phu said. Come early. U Zin Htay from the four mountains has come out to beg. Should I come?”

"Are you complaining? I'll complain back... Oh...